Get my kicks on speed A fast car is all I need Get my kicks on you A lot of time little to do [Chorus] Kicks for depression Need my kicks for my aggression
There's a man who takes your wallet There's a man who takes your beer There's a man who takes your woman There's a man who just takes you He's a government
Yeaaaahhhh And you died the other day They took you away To your hospital bed Keep screwing up my head with Emotional blackmail Emotional blackmail Emotional
Do what you want and don't give a damn There's a price to pay And you keep on paying and paying and paying And it never ends You pay in the end, my friend
There's a bomb in London There's a bomb in Belfast There's a bomb in Berlin There's a bomb in Paris And it's burning down your world There's a bomb in
All the nice girls on my street Never talk to me I Ain't got a thing for nice girls And they ain't got a thing for me Night time comes I'm on my way On
Baby won't you buy me a brand new suit Like they wore in '62 I wanna be in the latest craze I wanna be in the news Wanna get my name on the front page
Riding on my Trident with my cycle slut Going up to Scouse land but the town was shut Gonna ride the ferry to the Isle of Man Gonna ride the TT gonna
Well no one told me about her The way she lied Well no one told me about her How many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How could I know
Don't you worry. Don't you moan. We're all living in a casualty zone. Drink yourself silly. Were you a victim of your own neurosis? Did you band your
Do you wanna come around Come and see what's going down Don't you wanna get away from here Disco beat is all we hear Same thing every day I got some
You're a victim of day Well I'm a victim of night You're a victim of the accident And I'm a victim of the fight Well I don't mind being down on the ground
Headlights flashing me It's the New York State Police Slow down buddy, pull over there It's the New York State Police Where you come from, are you putting
See that man dressed in black Pass him by and don't look back Keep in a line and walk straight ahead Make one false move could be dead 'Cos he's an underground
Needles, knives and bottles Standing on the stair I turn and walk the other way there's nothing for me there And now I can't go home To razor cuts on
See that man dressed in black Pass him by don't look back Keep in a line and walk straight ahead One false move could be dead 'Cos he's an underground
well i live in a car, yeah i live in a car well i ain't got no television set or stereo cos i live in a car don't try to call me up on the telephone cos
Last night I see you you were howling at the moon If I ever see you again it will be too soon The house that you live in will burn down to the ground