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Tall as houses
Small as spiders Undefined this buzz inside us Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell Out of ruins growing pains Wide-eyed pirates crossing bones Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell Kicking giants drowned in reason Breaking old building new Tightrope walker Chaos order I fell right into heaven/hell Devil take me God forsake me Made my home in heaven/hell |
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Up behind the bus stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these In the pubs, clubs and burger bars, breeding pens for pigs, Alcohol, testosterone and ignorance and fists Packs of hunting animals roam across the town They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these The siren of the ambulance, the deadpan of the cops, Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped Beware the holy trinity: church and state and law For every death the virus gets more deadly than before. Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these Homophobia-the worst disease You can't love who you want to love in times like these |
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Stop now
What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Unattended on the railway station In the litter at the dancehall Sitting pretty near the fastfood-counter In the backseat of a Vauxhall I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Hear the ticking of your heartbeat beating Hear the breaking of their promises Hear the smashing of your expectations Hear the shattering of half-rhymes I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb I am a timebomb A ticking ticking ticking timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound You know Time tells you Ah-ah-ah-ah And all the timebombs They're all dancing to the same song In a world full of no ones I am a someone Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Timebomb Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop now What's that sound London Bridge is falling down |
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This is the last one
Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out Don't wear the gold lam In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid For every pop star that we slag off today Twenty-five million pounds will be given away Paul McCartney - come on down With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground Make of Somalia a fertile paradise Where everyone sings Beatles songs, buys shares in EMI A and M Axl Rose, this is your life Thank the Lord that you were born white And thank MTV for this wonderful opportunity To peddle your hypocrisy David Bowie, the price is right With a suitful of compassion and a gobful of shite Still the voices of those who doubt Coca-Cola for the peasants And Michael Jackson, game for a laugh Dancing us down the garden path To Beverly Hills nine oh one oh, you know, you know Fill the world with silver media Ladies and Gentlemen, our special guest tonight He's come all the way, put your hands together for Mr. John Lydon AKA Johnny Rotten He's got a new book out, no McLaren, no Matlock, no Dignity Well we got a surprise for him tonight 'Cause we're gonna do the business, and we take no prisoners 'Cause we got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails We got the hammer and we got the nails And the two pieces of wood Put 'em together, folks, and what have we got? Tonight, live in Leeds, in city square, we've got the two pieces of wood sitting up You see him hanging there, he's upside down, nice little twist Because we're gonna nail Mr. Lighton right up to that cross and leave him hanging there Till the vultures come down and pick his eyes off his can, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ladies and gentlemen, you've been so good Thank you, on next week's show, the man upstairs And have we got a bone to pick with him! Adieu Thank you very much Thanks a lot Cheers Ta (Chatter) |
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