My amazon six-triggered bride now searching for a place to hide still sees the truth quite easily but shrouds all else in mystery while madmen in
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in vogue She's seen at the races and walking the dog She swallows the camera, she follows the press She
We skipped a light fandango, Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor. I was feeling kind of seasick, But the crowd called out for more. The room was humming
Bought a souvenir in London Got to hide it from my mom Can't declare it at the Customs But I'll have to take it home Tried to keep it confidential But
Remember when you felt it first The bitter taste of love The hand that reached inside your purse The fist inside the glove Remember how it felt to be
About to die, the crowds applaud you Afraid to die, they'll resurrect you Light a candle up in kingdom come Light the way for the Saviour's son A candle
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good I've taken to drinking and given up food I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun I'll hide from the natives
(brooker / reid) It's not that I'm so cheerful, though I'll always raise a smile And if at times my nonsense rhymes then I'll stand trial My friends
All our dreams All our dreams All our dreams are sold Rings upon your fingers Bells upon your toes Every day's a game of chance Every body knows In
Psychiatrists and lawyers destroying mankind Driving them crazy and stealing them blind Bankers and brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoardin
Chicken in the farmyard There's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow You're growing fat with sin I was living in a graveyard I was hanging
Who will search for holy grail? Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light? Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter
Some say they will and some say they won't Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't And some say they can
They tell us that we're savages Who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces We're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice Refuse
Bringing home the bacon Tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling Gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling Slobbering, goo-faced meat Wet-nursed
Outside the gates of Cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths
(trower / reid) You'd better listen anybody, 'cos I'm gonna make it clear That my life is unimportant; what I've done I did through fear There's a river
It was all once bright jewels Glittering sand The oceans have ravaged Strangled the land Waste fills the temples Dead daughters are born The presses
