I check that I've got all my things before I leave the house, Because when I'm gone I'm never coming back. I'm not being melodramatic, it's just I neither
Me and my friend Dan are going to get some beers And then we're going to go down to the park and drink them there We'll bust out in the sun with a guitar
Let's begin at the beginning: We're lovers and we're losers, We're heroes and we're pioneers, And we're beggars and we're choosers. We're skirting
Hear ye, hear ye Friends and Romans, countrymen Hear ye, hear ye Punks and folks and journeymen Hear ye, hear ye My sisters and my brethren Our time
So now the years are rolling by, and it?s not long since you and I could have been train drivers and astronauts. And now we?re stuck in furnished ruts
We were only supposed to go out for the night But it's been a few hours now since it got light We're a mess and the worst part is we couldn't care less
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs, From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.
I bought my soul back from the devil And now I'm keeping it all to myself I'm checking myself out of the program Because I know what's best for my health
Peggy came to me in my sleep In the middle of the night, on a Friday night, last week She whispered, "Hush child and don't be scared I got me a few words
They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets They're quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat And right outside of your door
Somewhere in the back bar By the side of a motorway Someone takes a breath And takes the stage Then starts to play In the back of a thousand bars And
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
You and I could have a rock n' roll romance, we could fuck in our clothes, we could sleep in our pants, I will crash at yours and you will crash at mine
I have to admit that I am one of the many Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady My teenage years, they were a feminine drought And I thought
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 slang
never lasts and we'll never learn We can still make this one to remember It's Sunday night and we've time to burn Tomorrow morning can wait its turn
I remember the day the day When I had to take you to the airport And put you on a plane And so you left me Left me alone on an empty tube train Deep
Whatever happened to childhood? We're all scared of the kids in our neighborhood They're not small, charming and harmless They're a violent bunch of bastard
