Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe Bang bang, shoot me Gavrilo Bang bang, the first six are for you Bang bang, the seventh is for me Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe
It's always better on holiday That's why we only work when we need the money Jacqueline was seventeen and working on the desk of the poetry library
There's only wind and dust to follow Your footsteps on the run You know me, know when I'm without you I swear my heart burns in the sun Baby, don't
I'm so free I could lacerate Rip the robes right off my chest I fly high above the Muscovites' sky I'm going to rip, rip, I'll never rest I'm going
Some miserable day, back in November Newcastle is grey, as grey as the river But your eyes are bright with life And life is bright with you I'm missing
My soul starts spinning again I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling And the fun's not fun anymore I can't stop feeling No, I won't stop feeling
I rise and curse the waking day Curse the grime and curse the stains on the air And on the skin of the bed I'm tied within Hiding from the twitch and
I live in the Merchant City, drive 4x4 I eat MNS, it tastes of nothing Oh I taste of nothing I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London
Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) He worked
Suddenly you will believe me What more was it that I could be [is you believe in me] [The year two-thousand] I'll be back on the dole single but free
She's an emotion avenger She is the villain who sells A line of dark fantastic passion She knows that you will surrender Knows that you will surrender
could not, would not, Could not, could not join the dance. "What matters it how far we go?" His scaly friend replied, "There is another shore, you know, Upon the other
: It's always better on holiday That's why we only work when we need the money Jacqueline was seventeen and working on the desk of the poetry library
: Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe Bang bang, shoot me Gavrilo Bang bang, the first six are for you Bang bang, the seventh is for me Bang bang, Gavrilo Principe
: There's only wind and dust to follow Your footsteps on the run You know me, know when I'm without you I swear my heart burns in the sun Baby, don'
: I live in the Merchant City, drive 4x4 I eat MNS, it tastes of nothing Oh I taste of nothing I am the New Scottish Gentry Anglified vowels, sub London
: Some miserable day, back in November Newcastle is grey, as grey as the river But your eyes are bright with life And life is bright with you I'm missing
: Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) Van Tango had a mean old scene, Van Tango! (Mean old scene, Van Tango) He worked
