Everybody's got themselves a plan Everybody thinks they'll be the man, including the girls The musicians who lack the friends to form A band are singer
Once an honest man could go from sunrise to its set Without encountering agents of his state or government But a sorry cloud of tyranny has fallen across
Well, I was sipping on a whiskey when I got the call My friend Lex was lying in the hospital She'd been pretty sick for about half a year But it seemed
I should have seen you were coming, I should have been prepared After all, getting half of what you wish for isn't so rare But still I wasn't ready, you
To the east, to the east, the road beneath my feet To the west, to the west but I haven't got there yet And to the north, to the north, never to be caught
I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house Surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn't know On failing to find my friends I decided that it was clearly
I've been trying to find a way that I could say it you - Say it you, all that I've been trying to say. I've been stuttering my way from here to anywhere
A free house, a sound-system and a fridge full of beer; I've known how this story ends for a good few years. The night lays out before my eyes, there'
A teacher of mine once told me that life was just a list of Disappointments and defeats and you could only do your best And I said, "Well, that's a fucking
Let's inherit the earth because no one else is taking it Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed In bedrooms across England and all the Western
It's been eighteen months since I kissed you once So just saying hi just isn't going to fly But if you give me a clue and a minute or two Then I might
I drink because I'm thirsty I drink because I'm dry I'm not yet quite thirty But I feel like I'm dying I drink because I want to, I need to I don't know
Tonight is her night and the city holds its breath Caught twixt life and death As she rolls in from the suburbs The garrison flees and the city will burn
Meet me on the edges of this city Meet me where the underground runs out Bring a picnic blanket and your pity A pen and paper, so I can write things down
Moses was old, a chill in his bones Falling apart, he knew in his heart that his time had come As he lay in his tent in the hot desert sands He smiled
Oh my friend loneliness, where have you been? You left to the lure of the lover who left me alone But now you come crawling back, and I'll let you in
1,2,1,2,3 Well I guess I should confess that I am starting to get old All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold All the kids are talking
They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets, they're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat. Right outside of your door
