Shyness is nice, and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to Shyness is nice, and Shyness can stop you From doing all the
I was minding my business Lifting some lead off The roof of the Holy Name church It was worthwhile living a laughable life To set my eyes on the blistering
I left the North I travelled South I found a tiny house And I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break
What she said: "How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me ? God knows, I'm ready !" La-la-la ... What she said was sad But
The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A murderous desire for love How can they look into my eyes And still they don't believe
Smoke Lingers 'round your fingers Train Heave on - to Euston Do you think you've made The right decision this time ? Oh ... You left Your tired family
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough said. I know it's over - still I cling I don't know
A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I
Panic on the streets of London Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The Leeds side-streets that you
I decree today that life Is simply taking and not giving England is mine - it owes me a living But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye Oh, ask me why