Five times out of a hundred. Tell me what my odds are, my heart isn't working. Five times out of a hundred. Tell me what my chance is, romance is under
No need to hesitate No need to concentrate No need to slow things down with conversation Go ahead now I wanna show how Chances are thrown away unless
Make sure to wake me when you get back from the dead I'll still be lying here in bed All of your followers - they steal what you feel It's just a shame
Saturday night the cigarettes come crawling out with the boys who crave regrets Bandana hanging around her neck A checkered flag in a crowd who's singing
Woke up in smoke and flames [Had a lie] with a stranger 5 thousand photographs solemn burnt up in anger Am I asleep still? Tell me, I could have been
Into the rain we'll run out under the storm with lightning on it's way into a tree we'll carve our names and there we'll stay forever this town was meant
Some people got more kicks than halfpence Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement All of this pointed, like perfect TV When you're sowing the
Madmen fry This is bad for their health In the midday sky Everything has its appointed hour Get down on their knees Why should the devil have all of
And I, I won't be stupid State the obvious, pleasant platitude Bad policies, mega magnitude Magnificent My Armada (Armada) Armada (Armada) And I, would
Could have been a major problem But I did not, I didn't look back And all you dirty druggies Chicken shit, Sad Sacks Rewriting history Tampering in my
You make me feel ashamed At acting attitudes Remember ridicule It should be clear by now Clear by now Your words are useless Full of excuses False confidence
Where can I stand in my uniform? Cannon fodder, six foot tall Big and brave, next to my grave Wait patiently for the death of me Swings and roundabouts
Little white lies, they hold little surprise Good things come in threes The places I haunt, the powers I taunt And the little I need, I need Where the
I can only feel and think in the language of Clinches others have concocted for you Pre-fabricated, pre-conception Worn like the walls all around you,
I can see potential, I can see intention With a pocket full of seeds, hope keeps me alive I can see contention, financing situations Maybe may never be
Is there a King that can do no wrong? The crown that sings its very own song When I play my fiddle, will I see you dance? You crack this whip and I'll
Body and soul, an animal As a sword, swing double edged Dig deep down, that monthly frown You have the tools, to make men fools Cruel, cruel, cruel Cruel
Diplomatic washing machine Climb down from cloud cuckoo land Dish this dirt for the senile convert Clean living as in the adverts And in this brave new