Wolfgang Wolfgang [Incomprehensible] Wolfgang Wolfgang Face the facts and don't look back There's a hole in this middle town affair There's a whole inquest
11 years of faking it Same clothes, empty songs Believing it like a most Sing your blues and low life tunes Make it sad, make it slow Make it wet like
Misdemeanors form the fantasies of life Like holding hands with the mysteries of time Making blood like a Joan of Arc believes It's like I said a little
Caught in the middle of forty two It was a fact, a number, a written word A piece of my mind is it half or all The guns shot off my head To give me
Love for sale Love won't stop If you can see your dreams Will they stand up If you say you're an angel Then I am not You say everything I wanted
Stop wearing my shirts. Stop wearing my socks. I'm not your mother. I can't be bothered. You say you don't think I'm funny anymore So you put my face
He gave me his time in half forgotten jews Talk a scarecrow has a mind to jump the fence If he's got any sense (my legs have gone to their maker) If
I saw the signs but don't tell it cheap Land, sea or sun that's what I need Hard to describe that funny sex Now she's a see-saw slide and sleeping hex
Well, I've been thinking about all of the things I've said And all the things I seem to keep inside my head I won't take them back, I won't take them
When the walls of Christianity begin to shake When my life is in the balance, neither peace nor moral's wake Telling me my life is easy, debauched and
Bless my brother hiding in the dustbin I went out to the trees just spoken to the breeze I said you've gone, you've gone to the dustbin All over the
Reaching out for peace of mind Me and me said it's alright Mountain deep and rivers high It may be coming and I know why I know why I know why I wore
Don't build up, I'm built strong Don't turn around, I'm not that tough Shimmy shimmy on the floor Someone grows on my fears so what? Don't build up,
Thinking surface looking under You want something look no further Thinking hard but working in a small time She was born in mid-town provincial Down
Something hiding behind me Something hiding behind me I know what do you think of me Tripping the line stuck in the mud Somebody in my lane Who
Get that curse off my land Get that curse off my land Who said doctor's orders? Baptised I have no chirch Get that curse off my land Now, if I had
Madness is a state and quest about peace of mind Facts are only lies not truths that are lost in time Sickness is the greatest healer and a passing fad
