wildlife for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling
turn around What ever happened to the pride of the nation They say they're waiting till they break formation She was sittin' pretty on a velvet cushion But her bedroom
the love of a woman And his children so after he's gone That old workin' class hero lives on Yes, that workin' class hero lives on That workin' class hero
ten sixty six Got shot in the eye with a long pointy stick Revolutions and world war two is it true what they say That Charles De Gaulle was a hero and
years of this workin' class hero is really what livin's about Cause there's no hall of fame... [ guitar ] Yes that workin' class hero lives on that workin' class hero
friend You know it really makes no difference Your little bleeding heart I thought you would have got it all The Bible's painted on the bedroom wall
She opens up my bedroom door She's waking me up soon I'm turning on the light, she warns It's the little things that you do She's the one that starts
She has faces up in her bedroom And they gaze down on her guarding her slumber A black bead rosary under her pillow And when it thunders she clutches
kat was in the bedroom playing hidehideho lou was in the kitchen kissing Michelangelo ray was in a coffin taking measurements with string jean was cleaning
oxyten and Maybelline Cloning the heroes in hype magazine Pirates of underground Lightening the speed of sound you will prevail Oh oh Bedroom mirrors
sitting out the chance to dance with you For long enough So take a risk and take her wrist And lead her to the dancefloor Under fluorescent lights to bedroom
I?ve been told ?you make this town feel old? The worst part?s I already know I?m just a waistcoat with a peachy grin gathering dust on your bedroom floor
Richard Divine made up his mind To take the last few steps to bathroom door From his bedroom floor and to lock himself in Steady young hands, meticulous
ground Don't try and stop me falling Have a drink when I'm waiting for the final call Don't you rescue me With the worms in the bedroom and the rats
Soggy steps on the floor Leading from the torcher of the bedroom Soggy treats in the mirror Under puffy eyes, Kleenex on the dresser Roses taped to your
m.i.l.f. Yeah, a mom i'd like to... My best friend's mom, yep sometimes I, fantasise about, her female flesh rollin round, my bedroom floor all, smothered
is proud to present the one, the only, mzzzzzz paradice! PARADICE Well, Superman Ain't packin' no rocket 'Cause his red shiny cape Hangs in my bedroom
