Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme After all you're still quite small you don't know where you've been You was only swearing yesterday Oh you want to win the world away But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay
Boy you're getting out of hand You've got to make a stand So put the coke away Boy you got the do the show Got to let the people know You got the strength to stay
I can see you run I can see you hide Oh your heart is aching Lost in a dream of what might have been You're the guide You're the number one And your knees are shaking Stand and deliver in an endless dream
Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so Only yes-men Have a guess man Watch the spirit go Batman zips the monster as he bleeds And gets up on the buzz he needs And a kid on the street just reads and reads and reads and reads and reads and reads and reads
Boy its them hard case city blues Cagney is the news Does the giant ring a bell Boy its the Hudson East river cruise Its the Empire State buffoons Oh you know the story well
Do you have to run Do you have to hide There's a new tomorrow Yes you're a mess But you're more than less When this battles won You can look inside Oh you did not borrow Yes you're the best But you still can't rest You know you know The carnival is closed Your street's alive with ghosts But a friend says don't look back Don't look back don't look round Your vision is your fate Through long electric nights When a woman helps you write Na na na Na na na Na Na na na Na na na
Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past See you did not have to fast Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts and lasts And lasts and lasts Boy if you've got an axe to grind Be thankful for this time For it gives you what you need Boy you've got an eighty-eight to play It'll tell you what to say It'll tell you when to breathe Boy take a turnpike heading west Turn the people on to Beau Geste Cause that's what you did the best Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn Sing the words till they fall forlorn Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet Boy don't let the earth get in your face its a middle-aged displace Its the middle ages snide Boy we're a million miles away And to think its so insane Take a chance on a one way ride Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind Oh these people ain't your kind No they ain't your kind at all Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain No these people ain't the same You can hear another call Boy the [other book?] starts with [no?] They don't show us how to grow They only show us how to win Boy the secret's in the bicycle shed Ain't no answers now they're dead To seek is a mortal sin Hey you know boy let your madness be the clueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
