Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for But I'll learn when I get my gun
Everybody in this place is dreaming It's been that way forever They're all gonna wake up soon They'll all be hell for leather Up the smoky walls of yesterday
I?ve learned a little bit I?ve lost an awful lot I know 10,000 people And the best of the best I?ve forgot I can?t remember you though I remember how
You're one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet Primordial superman I know the trouble you've gotten in Leave this trouble half cottoned down If
When I was an astronaut I didn't have my boots, When I was a coal miner I didn't have the news, When I was a record store I didn't have the blues,
In the shadows of a darkened room The shadow's gone despite the gloom And the soul that casted never made the grade He tripped upon a tripping fence,
I knew no vices and I knew no sins I knew the words but they didn't sink in Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down There's more of those tunnels
The song's a thing And this one's thin From traveling light The stars at night Have seen old time to new erosion Old time gone with old religion Prickled
Tickle me pink I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin 'xept I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward and tickle
Time rolls the back wheels of my mind You helped me put the brakes on 'cos you're kind I wonder where you learned to be so good I wonder if I'm doing
There's a man at hand There's a way between With the sinking sand And a crooked dream And collared off at the modern age of nine Summoned up for walking
I've been drooling at some mangy scraps of bread And these hungry voices make a lot of noise inside my head Show me the way to the rubbish dump or the
*One, two, three, four* Standing on the west side of your cliff, bury a ghost Doesn't the north wind make your fingers stiff, who lost the most Lead
Keep your windows down Catch a chill if you will To turn a trick or two And learn something new Turn your colour brown Be alright for a night I'll drive
There are ten thousand graves in Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery Every one of them says "born and died, and the rest might be history" Walking there I'd
Well I'm sure you're near And I can almost smell you But the winds are up at the walls again I can hear you coming Heaven helped you coming I believe
Rob lived in a box by the rails Only thing you use, you don't fail When you live in a box by the rails Don't comb your hair, don't comb your tail Sweep