or a bed of stone? Did you ever Jemmy a stable door Or scare the horse to escape the snow? Did you ever invade a neat little yard Wake up the children who
This could be suffering This could be pleasure I'm unaware of any difference My head is agin' My balls are achin' But I'm not lookin' for deliverance
Just another tricky day for you You can always get higher Just because you aspire You could expire even knowing Don't push the hands Just hang on to the band And you can dance
I got your body right now on my mind and I drunk myself b-lind to the sound of old T-Rex To the sound of old T-Rex - who's next? Chorus When I say I
my life tearing down the runway Sure to get the hang of hanging in there someday Don't let go the coat Won't get no more chances - forget the war dances
: I wake up on broken glass But you left your number All the members of the cast Reckon I was lumbered Did you steal it Did you screw me Did you peel
or a bed of stone Did you ever jemmy a stable door Or scare the horse to escape the snow Did you ever invade a neat little yard Wake up the children who
: You - you're wasting my time We're making music we're doing fine Then a slap in the face takes me back to the starting line You - your wasting my life
crisis Just another tricky day for you You can always get higher Just because you aspire You could expire even knowing. Don't push the hands Just hang on to the band You can dance
: This could be suffering This could be pleasure I'm unaware of any difference My head is aging My balls are aching But I'm not looking for deliverence
me some schoolkid I saw Push some girlie mags down into his jeans The shop girl was watching amazed Asked me to call for the police. She screamed at his blushing young face
: Everybody calls me the quiet one You can see but you can't hear me Everybody calls me the quiet one You can try but you can't get near me I ain't never
bench or a bed of stone Did you ever jemmy a stable door Or scare the horse to escape the snow Did you ever invade a neat little yard Wake up the children who
This could be suffering This could be pleasure I'm unaware of any difference My head is aging My balls are aching But I'm not looking for deliverence
I wake up on broken glass But you left your number All the members of the cast Reckon I was lumbered Did you steal it Did you screw me Did you peel
You - you're wasting my time We're making music we're doing fine Then a slap in the face takes me back to the starting line You - your wasting my life
