't come in yet, that's in three bars time. It's just me and the piano, and this sweet lullaby. Here are the drums now, and a power guitar chord. And
wouldn't fight back though I wouldn't care, he'd be afraid to spoil his shit mohair. Mums and dads like 'cos they look so smart, but they're just prats and
Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise
'd like to meet a turtle, and teach him how to swim, then I have to shine the dew-drops, they're looking rather dim. Meet my friend the robin and buy
You're a child molester from down town. Get little kids and pull their pants down. Put plastic bags upon their heads. Suffocate them until they're dead
again. Been promised a lift from me mate, but he ain't arrived and it's getting late. But when he arrives the car is full, i've been blown out and
You really haven't got a clue, you sit and watch your house burn down. We don't need you to hang around, waiting for a break to make the same mistake.
the last detail, this one job that couldn't fail. Broke in on the night before, one guard no trouble to the four. Seven million on that day, and now
I'm gonna' tell you a lil' story now, about unrequited love .. .. There must be something better, there must be something more, there must be some good
You'll see my name on a street of stars. But I can't cope now, with all the empty bars. Well it's one step forward, three steps back, your pockets empty
how far, now that I'm next to you. No more dreaming about tomorrow, forgetting all the lonlieness and sorrow. How can I say it's all because of you and
The baby crawls, the baby growls, to all concerned in fits and snarls. The baby burns, unbridled thoughts, to rise again above it all. Yeah bow down
Elvis had an heart-attack, 'cos he got too bleedin' fat. He weighed nearly half a ton, he looked more like a pregnant mum. Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
Fun .. .. love .. .. and money .. .. Don't want to sit on the sideline and stare at the skyline, just wanna' be free. Need to, make a few headlines,
, every second counts. The years gone by can't be replaced, he recollects the time of waste. Moments lost he could have used, like college, marriage, work and
you left behind, it makes me stop and think. There's a ghost, in my bedsit, of how it used to be. There's a ghost n my bedsit, and it keeps on haunting
this crap, not me, no me, no ta. Just get 'em in and then get home and then get into bed, I'll be there when the pub shuts and you can give me head.
& West, and with a six gun he was the best. He wore his gun low with the battle scars, of too many fights in too many bars. When Trapper and his gang
