Camerado, see that cloud across the sun there aint too many places left to run there was a time when we go anywhere the wind would blow Camerado Camerado
Your data has gone home Now you left on your own sweet own You're a toughtalking friend Split on you in the bitter end And you look like a fine thing
Turnpike Lane, Tunrpike Lane You spiked my arm But you missed the vain Now it's all gone But the scars remain Junkie doll, I was stuck on you My junkie
Here's one of the two of us In 1954, don't laugh I keep all of the pictures Are you going to take a photograph Here's something nice for you A dear
Heard a bell being toll Before the break of day I heard my name being called Down that Long Highway Now you don't get long You don't get long You don
Here's One Of The Two Of Us In 1954 Don't Laugh I Keep All Of The Pictures Are You Going To Take A Photograph Here's Something Nice For You A Dear Old
We only knew each other by letter When I met her off of the train. When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still She was standing there and speaking
had other dreams instead This baker's boy from the west country Would join the Royal Society... We are sailing to Philadelphia A world away from the coaly Tyne Sailing to Philadelphia
These tables are haunted By the ghost of Las Vegas Their chips were once mointains But they came here to play They could take me if they wanted But I
On Silvertown way, the cranes stand high Quiet and grey against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch
After two thousands came thousands and one To be the new champions, we were there for to run From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey And
Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh my friend Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh at the end Down in the gutter with the metal soldiers
Big black cloud On a yellow plane Sure enough it Looks like rain Packin' up all our Faith and trust Me and the wanderlust Open windows Empty bed and
The rock you stood upon Is broken up and gone Hey baby who's your baby now On the slipway of your dream Stands someone elses scheme Hey baby, who's your
The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square, there's lads and lasses falling about and a crackelling in the air then around the dungeon