Canned laughter for applause You've opened doors In and out of their wives In and out of your smalls It's not a BAFTA you're after You want a million
Do the rudebox, Shake your rudebox [x4] Ok then back to basics grab your shell toes and your fat laces A little hand clap for some funk faces and make
Come join the band Come shag the damned God I blow them away A heart of chrome A broken home I got plenty to say Who are you doing? Don't spoil my day
You can't manufacture a miracle The silence was pitiful that day. A love is getting too cynical Passion's just physical these days You analyze everyone
Loose lips sunk ships I'm getting to grips With what you said No it's not in my head I can’t awaken the dead day after day Why don't we talk about it
Don't fight the feeling, relax Oh child the knot's in your back 'Cause you've been holding on I feel you when you're reaching out I'll talk you through
You said when you'd die that you'd walk with me every day And I'd start to cry and say please don't talk that way With the blink of an eye the Lord came
I've sung some songs that were lame I've slept with girls on the game. I've got my Catholic shame Lord I'm in purgatory Basically it's all come-on talk
There was me and my monkey And with his dungarees and roller blades smoking filter tips Reclining in the passenger seat of my super-charged jet black
Always and forever is forever young Your shadow on the pavement The dark side of the sun Gotta dream the dream all over And sleep here tight You don't
How peculiar I am all of the above babe Johnny long strokes to the grave Saving all the stamps in Spend it on a kettle Rub me rub me up right lovely
Queen bitch eat the rich I'm on the second course today I'm not the first and I won't be the worst She's done most of L.A. Can't find a virgin, I can
Hello. Did you miss me? I know I'm hard to resist Y'all can come and help me pick the sweetcorn out of this. It's hard to be humble When you're so fucking
Dig your polished nails into the dirt Rip your skirt off, wipe the hurt off You know it tears my heart out when you Flirt with danger and any stranger
So unimpressed, but so in awe Such a saint, but such a whore So self-aware, so full of shit So indecisive, so adamant I'm contemplating, thinkin' about
Come and hold my hand I wanna contact the living Not sure I understand This role I've been given I sit and talk to God And he just laughs at my plans
Oh it seemed forever stopped today All the lonely hearts in London Caught a plane and flew away And all the best women are married All the handsome men
Don't let your eyes tell the brain You should feel ashamed Everyone needs it baby And I feel the same Didn't quite catch your name Hush, hush, hush Don