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I used to wake and run with the moon I lived like a rake and a young man I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds My laughter, the Devil would frighten
I used to wake and run with the moon I lived like a rake and a young man I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds My laughter, the devil would frighten
Verse 1: Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn King Peace on earth and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful, all ye nations raise
We choose skin to refine It shows in good time Rake it, you cut inside of me Grind it, you pick apart again (Boy) Fight it, you never 'sume to face (
The distance we have come has got me pinin' For a touch up once familiar and excitin' And though up yonder charts we might be climbing To do it without
I found this girl, same age as me Something 'bout her seemed so sweet Thought one day we could both meet And not just chat about what's on TV Met her
Don't you ever pretend That we are more than friends? Despite the metal and wires I still have human desires I'll wait here 'til the end For my dividend
22 grand job In the city, it's alright 22 grand job In the city, it's alright 22 grand job In the city, that sounds nice It's alright, it's alright In
Baby, don't go To the haunted hotel Got a really bad feeling In my lungs and my bones Science can't save you And your parents are away On holiday in
We are the animals who have lost our hair Retained some of our teeth and gained a choice We'll chase food, money and sex until satisfied And when its
Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat I went at first looking for assistance T bone burst in with both guns blazing
This is a true story I just woke up, everything was fucked From the night before, I was beyond repair I had just woke up, everything was wrong All the
You are not an open book I can't do nothing 'bout that But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn What am I doing up at the witching hour? Oh-o-oh-o Oh-o-oh-o Oh
I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse You're violent, violent They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground You're
I'm walking unknown territory, where the sun's not shining There's nothing golden about Golden Lane The smoke is heavy in my lungs and the adverts are
I'll meet you in West Germany October 1983 I know that freedom was a lie And your husband was a spy You say that words are impotent But they can help
When I was younger I felt so pure I didn't know corruption waited for me I tried to duck, I tried to freeze Tried to bury my head in the sand But the
