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Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to learn Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer Sometimes but always in vain So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way With great expectations I change all my clothes Mustn't crumble at silver and gold Screaming above Central London Never born, so I'll never get old So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way Day after Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after |
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Though the idea of compassion
Is said to be The union of Christ And his bride, the Christian It's all very puzzling Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church All the great mystic religions Put strong emphasis, on Redeaming spiritual qualities Of sex Of sex Chrstianity Has been pretty modern About sex Of sex, of sex, of sex, of sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex, sex I think there is a union Between the flesh and the spirit It's sex and the church Sex and the church All religions' mother Give me you're freedom of spirit And the joys of the flesh Of sex, sex Sex and the church Give me you're freedom of spirit And the joys of the flesh Of sex, sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church And the church And the church Sex sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex Sex Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex and the church Sex sex |
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Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Easy come, come, gotta back In the valley of the dead man walks How they drank from the jazz Astral, Kestrel Fed into the featherfall Fed him on a pedestal Carving you will never get Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Seek for a leather journey Never stopped to think about Hollywood King Kong Domino on the side Street light, looking right Looking to the parlous parlours Party on the dead Put a net through his headache Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Blee-eed, bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Living on a movie All the Shirley/Charley films on film Come together, party Footnote on the footstone Shine shine shine Bleeds like a craze, Dad These are the craze Shine shine shine Shine shine shine Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze Bleed like a craze, Dad These are the craze |
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You, you, you
You, you, you All our friends Now seem so thin and frail Slinky secrets Hotter than the sun No peachy prayers No trendy rechauffe I'm with you So I can't go on All my violence Raining tears upon the sheet I'm bewildered For we're strangers when we meet Blank screen TV Preening ourselves in the snow Forget my name But I'm over you Blended sunrise And it's a dying world Humming Rheingold We scavenge up our clothes All my violence Raining tears upon the sheet I'm resentful For we're strangers when we meet Cold tired fingers Tapping out your memories Halfway sadness Dazzled by the new Your embrace Was all that I feared That whirling room We trade by vendu Steely resolve Is falling from me My poor soul All bruised passivity All your regrets Ride rough-shod over me I'm so glad That we're strangers when we meet I'm so thankful That we're strangers when we meet I'm in clover For we're strangers when we meet Heel head over But we're strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet Strangers when we meet |
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And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh "Good god" or "My" I cry and die and lie beside She is the apple in my eye She talked to God I couldn't cope Or'd hope eloped A dope, she roped This salty lie And when she's dreaming, I believe And when she's reading, I retreat Can't believe her Telling me she's dead again Telling me she's dead against it And deep my wound Within for every second chance it was thy-tore From deep within, despite the rain, my words are worn She loves to talk into the phone No matter who No matter when No matter where No better than the faulty line And when she's dreaming, I believe And when she's reading, I retreat Can't believe her Telling me she's dead again Telling me she's dead against it |
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In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows Now we're swimming up farther with the doll by our sides Fill the cup with these sleepy souls Shimi Kapoor It's clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor She will feel like at tea make me laugh all along With such feats like sex only brought upon Ooh lady, ooh baby, maybe I'll live my lies alone Jesus, up here, hear me, I, up up up up oh ah Shimi Kapoor It's clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Shimi Kapoor It's clear that some things never take Shimi Kapoor It's clear that some things never Shimi Kapoor Please heal these tears Ah how Shimi Kapoor Ah how Some things never Shimi Kapoor Ah how Never never |
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Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes Elvis is English and climbs the hills Can't tell the bullshit from the lies Screaming along in South London Vicious but ready to learn Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer Sometimes but always in vain So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way With great expectations I change all my clothes Mustn't crumble at silver and gold Screaming above Central London Never born, so I'll never get old So I'll wait until we're sane Wait until we're blessed and all the same Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give Englishmen going insane Down on my knees in suburbia Down on myself in every way Day after Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after Day Day after Zane, Zane, Zane Ouvre le chien Day after |
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