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Something about you really puts me down
You're the life of the party you're the toast of the town Something about you really picks me up Like a hot cup of coffee in a hot coffee cup Feels like a Saturday, free and easy going Reminded its a Sunday, to stop the flow from flowing You can see clearly now the rain has gone But it looks like someone's gone and dropped the bomb Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Something about her she reminds me of you Something about him he could be me too Something about them something about the other Something I've got to tell you about my dad and your mother Feels like a Saturday, free and easy going Reminded its a Sunday, to stop the flow from flowing You can see clearly now the rain has gone But it looks like someone's gone and dropped the bomb Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter, Alice what's the matter Something about black, something about white Something about wrong, something about right Something about us, something about them Something about Bill, definitely something about Ben Something about you, something about me Something about a, be, see, d and e Something about hell, something about heaven Something about 4, 5, 6 and 7 Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter Alice what's the matter... |
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If all the people in the world camped out in your back garden,
Would you write and tell the king or would you grab a tent and join 'em, I can see that all the possibilities for freedom, Could just sway your first decision to subject them all to oblivion. And do you feel your life is threatened by fabricated stories, Dreamt up by the sons of campers that you killed back in the forties, I could see that all the possibilities for conflict, Could just back up your decision to subject them all to oblivion. I can't stand the things that they do to me, I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me. When all the people in the world move out of your back garden, Would you celebrate the passing of your life as Mr. Badman, You could see that all the possibilities in peacetime, Should force a new decision don't subject them all to oblivion. I can't stand the things that they do to me, I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me. I can't stand the things that they do to me, I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me. Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope its not contagious, Although it seems its catching it's best not to get careless. Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope its not contagious, Although it seems its catching it's best not to get careless. Oblivion Oblivion Oblivion Oblivion |
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I've sold the bus man 'cos I bought myself a train,
In a village that was man but it's now a motorway, The house has gone man, 'cos we couldn't afford the rates, Only a few left now, where the new age stayers stay. I've got no job man 'cos I couldn't afford the taxes, And I can't work away 'cos the world's being run by nazis, They say, stay put 'cos there's no room at the inn, Don't try the if, but, don't ring us no don't ring. Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been, Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been. Stop the bus, I live here, Stop the bus, I live here. I feel sad man 'cos we're victims of the victims, Who don't give a damn, just say they're victims of the system, They say, what's the point when the future's a thing of the past, You might as well give in they don't build history to last. Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been. Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been, Stop right here.. Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been. Stop right here, 'cos I know where I'm going to, Stop right there, you don't know where I've been. |
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He's in the bar, he's in your hair,
With his sports keyring jangling he's everywhere, He's in your view, he's in your face, Straight out of the seventies to straight out of place. His collars turned up high he's on top of the world, Sliding down the bar he's always falling, falling, With his one good eye he winks at what he thinks is girls, Opens toothless grin and then he's crawling, crawling. And I'm a moving, I'm a grooving, And I'm a smooching, and he's a discotheque wreck, yeah! He's in your sight, he's in your pocket, He's a superfly guy without a superfly rocket, Every night he's on your case, A terrible reality of disco race. His collars turned up high he's on top of the world, Sliding down the bar he's always falling, falling, With his one good eye he winks at what he thinks is girls, Opens toothless grin and then he's crawling, crawling. And I'm a moving, I'm a grooving, And I'm a smooching, and he's a discotheque wreck, yeah! I can mashed potato. I can do the twist. Tell me baby, Do you like it like this. When I'm a moving, I'm a grooving, And I'm a smooching, and he's a discotheque wreck, yeah! I'm a moving, I'm a grooving, And I'm a smooching, and he's a discotheque wreck. <i>[x2]</i> |
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You know I couldn't be me, if it wasn't for you,
I feel like shit and look like plastic, but I'll get through, You know its plain to see what's going to do, As long as it don't get too drastic then we can't lose. Don't blame the middleman, come to me, I'll tell you what I can, all you need, Cut out the middleman, wait and see... It was you that told me, the aliens had landed, And it was you that told me, the end had just begun. Don't blame the middleman, come to me, I'll tell you what I can, all you need, Cut out the middleman, wait and see... But now we're in this thing together, You can't escape I've got you trapped deep inside, You said you'd stay with me forever, Where are you now when I need you as my alibi. You left me all alone, in my hour of need, I tried to explain the situation, but they don't believe me. Don't blame the middleman, come to me, I'll tell you what I can, all you need, Cut out the middleman, wait and see... |
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And we've all got sick with our cooler than thou
Holier than shit attitudes Still the war goes on just drop the bomb There's nothing left to lose There's a bullet in this gun so you've got till the count of one before they shoot Let's get a disease there's nothing better to do So we'll give it to you and then do as we please We'll move to mars, buy big fast cars Then spread with ease 'Cos this gun's pointing at you So you've only got till two before they shoot Still the rhythm goes Still the rhythm goes Still the rhythm goes Let's start a war where lots of people get killed We destroy the world there's nothing left no more Rid the earth of a race right off its face just say we're bored 'Cos if that gun's pointing a me Then you've only got till three before they shoot Let's invent a drug, yeah! That's addictive quick, makes you sick with an instant hook We'll sell it to kids who'll flip their lids then total crook You don't get to the count of four They don't do that anymore before they shoot Still the rhythm goes Still the rhythm goes Still the rhythm goes....on!! It's a very, very good It's a very, very good It's a very, very good It's a very, very poor |
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Times we spent cheating and lying,
Wondering when we would be back by your side again, Hoping and praying to get through the day, I need your attention to see through the fray. It's night again all the time, Shadows are lurking but I can't find mine, People look at me as they flood through the door, I need your attention not theirs anymore. And the light from the candle goes dim, as I slip deeper down from the brim. The people are fading away, As I slip into colours then ten shades of grey, If I don't last this one tell them when I've gone, That playing with you was incredible fun. |
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Powdered rock stars just add water,
Pop up a treat just like they ought to, Little bit old and cliched sought of, Number one hit punch in the order. Stop right there, Stab in the back, There's something you ain't got, Yes you definitely lack, originality. Heavy politicians, heavy laws, Opening champagne and shutting doors, Deny reality, just invent a clause, What majority when you know the choice ain't yours. Stop right there, Stab in the back, There's something you aint got, Yes you definitely lack, personality. Media, mafia, mafia, don, You thinking that you're safe now Maxwell's silver hammer's gone, Propaganda, more like proper lies, You're more than a fool than I am if you think the truth's alive, Without morality, no morality. Stop right there, Stab in the back, There's something you aint got, Yes you definitely lack... Stop right there, Stab in the back There's something you aint got, Yes you definitely lack... Capability |
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The odds have built up of the chance you're going down,
'cause you're looking pretty guilty in the court of the crown, And my friend's getting eager to complete this mission, It's better all round just to sign the confession. Doesn't matter if you're innocent or guilty as hell, My friend's got a feeling that you're feeling unwell, Who cares about the truth, the truth's there to bend, Do as I say I'm your only friend. The wicked step father that took a step farther, Played the patron saint in his shining armor, With his sword of power and shield to protect you, Tongue hanging out 'cause he's going to get you. You know I want to hug you, you know I want to kiss you, It's your dear old pop and you know I really miss you, In the pantomime of life look out he's behind you, Says no I'm just here to remind you. Best friend I'm all that you've got, Pretend best friend if you like it or not, Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, You've got to talk to me 'cause I'm your best friend. Call yourself a friend, That drives me round the bend, You call me when you like, And call me what you like. Was it the father or the son or the holy ghost, The butler in the kitchen or the game-show host, The policeman on the corner who'll show you the way, The geezer with a beard comes on Xmas day. Could be your mother or your father or your sister or your brother, Doesn't matter who it is they'll say there ain't no other, Might never see 'em or you meet them every day, But who gives a damn when you hear them say. Best friend I'm all that you've got, Pretend best friend if you like it or not, Pretend best friend so don't talk to them, You've got to talk to me 'cause I'm your best friend |
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I'm high up on your cross and I'm burning, burning,
I couldn't give a toss I'm just a worm that's turning, Radical, oh so radical, Radical, oh so radical. I'll fight for your cause saying something's a disgrace, But if the trend changes then so can my face, That's comical, no now I'm cynical, That's comical, no now I'm cynical. Can't go under but it's time to decide, Time to decide. Can't go over 'cos its much too high, Sign of the times. I'm a martyr to my needs, I'm not a martyr of war, I'm not looking for sympathy I'm in search of applause, Well that's typical, oh so typical, That's typical, oh so typical. Can't go under but it's time to decide, Time to decide. Can't go over 'cos its much too high, Sign of the times. I wouldn't say I'm selfish, I'd just say I'm concerned, Politically motivated, help the flag get burned, Hey that's topical, I'm very topical, Hey that's topical, I'm very topical. Now I sing about love and I sing about castles, I've forgotten all my past and it's right on hassles, Hypocritical? No, it wasn't critical, Hypocritical? No, it wasn't critical. Can't go under but it's time to decide, Time to decide. Can't go over 'cos its much too high, Sign of the times. |
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I went off to the doctors for the open plan surgery,
He said I just can't believe what's lying here in front of me, It looks like what you couldn't drink you'd just have to smoke, You've been living in a frying pan, what you need is health. So I burgled a few houses took the candy from the baby, In search of the prescription that was driving me crazy, The policeman turned the corner looking down at me, The judge said I hope to God that you're sorry. You need help, that's what you need, You need help, can't get it from me, You need help, something you got or you ain't, You need help. So I started off my sentence in a nine foot cell, I was feeling pretty cheated, I was feeling unwell, The bunk below guy said there's one thing see, What you really need is the need to be free. You need a plan, that's what you need, You need a plan, can't get it from me, You need a plan, something you got or you ain't, You need a plan. But what I don't want is you telling me.. I had the route, had the escape, I had the plan worked out, Everything I thought I'd need or thereabouts, Suddenly it's obvious, it's plain to see, That what I don't need is you telling me. Don't need your health, Don't need your help, Don't need your plan, I don't need anything. What I don't want is you telling me. |
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Some people say that what I know should be kept secret
Some people say I don't know anything at all Some people say that what I do could be dangerous Some people say I don't do anything at all Some people say this is a song that needs the drums in Some people say no it's a song for the bass Some people say that they can't stand what they're hearing Some people say who gives a damn what they say Do you think I care, do you think I care Do you think I know or I'm aware Do you think I care what you say when I'm oblivious Some people say that I look just like my father Some people say I've got my mother's eyes Some people say I'm like my brother 'cause I'm honest and truthful Some people say they know my brother's just another lie Do you think I care, do you think I care Do you think I know or I'm aware Do you think I care what you say when I'm oblivious Some people say that we should let the search continue Some people say just what the hell's going on Do you think I care, do you think I care Do you think I know or I'm aware Do you think I care what you say when I'm oblivious *love, maya* |
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I'll find out just what it is,
I'll find out what makes you tick tock tick tock, I'll find out just what it is, I'll find out what makes you tick tock tick tock. You've got no chance of getting bored, You've got our consciences to play with, You've got the masses and the hordes, Just waiting for you to tell them how to live. I can take my time, take my time, Take my time, take my time (x3) I've got the time to take my time (x3) I've got the time to... I'll find out just what it is, I'll find out what makes you tick tock tick tock. You built your house on promised land, You've got no chance of getting moved along, You've got the whole world in your hands, A million people trying to sing your song. I can take my time, take my time, Take my time, take my time (x3) I've got the time to take my time (x3) I've got the time to (x4) I'll find out, Take the time, From now I'm never getting bored, 'cause I've just stolen what they wouldn't give, And now I'm happier than before, With no-one showing me the way to, Tick tock... |
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