then I count to ten Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed I'm in control but I am out of time I've lost the need for any desire, any desire I had a
I'm, I'm feeling too awake, I'm, I'm tired of what I see Everybody's dreaming, running for the scream The media's stinking, drunk, nothing is at stake
fingers scrape our lives until we are bought Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language
Put some lipstick on At least your lies will be pretty A shadow on my face And us donkeys wake up weary Sweatin' and sickly Donkeys don't allow their
I see you standin' there You think you're so cool Why don't you just Fuck off Ya get nothin' for nothin', if that's what ya do Turn around bitch, I got a
world's greatest politician Yesterday the boy who once had a mission I don't want to be A prologue to history A prologue to history A prologue to history A
wanna dance with me I took my love on over 'cross the tracks And she began, her man a wailin' sax I must admit they had a rockin' band Man they were blowin' like a
War censored, no blood on TV Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant World War Three, a Sega dreamland I'd take a whore to the funeral Sculpture
digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuck head They say, I might as well work in a bank
, the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There is too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe Because
James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Obedience to the law is free desire Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country, wearing like a born
Take them bowling I had a dream last night about you, my friend I had a dream - I wanted to sleep next to plastic I had a dream - I wanted to lick your
Written by: gillespie/beattie Here she comes again With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress
've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing is gone and nothing is changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a
A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you Stopping the summer once for you Experience is lost on me, I am melancholia eternally But I still smile
Paralysis through analysis Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could
form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting dryer You used to speak the truth But now you're a liar
true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for enmity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody