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The night
is young, the mood is mellow
And there's
music in my ears
Say, is Vic
there?
I hear ringing
in the air
So I answer
the phone
A voice comes
over clear
Say, is Vic
there?
Toulouse/Herbage Ground floor...
Nitrogen,
oxygen and green green grass
All things
bright and beautiful
Going up
First floor
Sunny days,
holidays, scotch on the rocks
Hollywood
Babylon and yesterday's papers
Going up
Second floor...
Going Up
Third floor
Call ups
and fall outs,
Pistols rifles
and ammunition
Barbed wire
fencing
Going up
Fourth floor
Concrete
bunkers or golden gates,
Brand new
testaments for White House tapes
Sorry, no
access without permission
Going up
Fifth floor
Take it away....
Going down
Toulouse/Lordan The horse
that licks you plate clean
And pulls
your caravan
I can envy
that horse
Like I envy
fellow man
I watch your
face come alive
In the firelight
Framed in
long hair
Black, Black,
Black, Black
I held the
red rose
That bore
the thorn
That pierced
my skin
Until blood
was drawn
I wish I
could protect you
But the flames
hold me back
Sometimes
you play guitar and sing of challenge
Bravery and
truth
I have the
courage to slay a man
But I can't
sit next to you
I held the
red rose
That bore
the thorn
That pierced
my skin
Until blood
was drawn
Toulouse/Lordan/Herbage/Taylor/Mizon Take a bow,
clap now
For whom
we are about to deceive
The more
the merrier the less to please
All rounded
up and labelled sheep
God rest
their souls and their minds he'll keep
Do you really
need to rise to the occasion?
Give them
all a standing ovation
You've paid
the price, in time to see
Hurricane
Carter versus Mohammed Ali
Take a bow,
clap now
Take a bow,
clap now
Displayed
before your eyes, as comedy
Safe and
harmless bring the whole family
Over the
moon to take what's being given
Put lights
in their eyes and they'll call it living
A night on
the tiles at the talk of the town
A buzz in
the air and an ear to the ground
A tout with
tickets and they'll come in droves to see
Keith Moon,
Sid Vicious and Brian Jones
Mercy mercy
mercy
And I saw
you under the disco lights
And I saw
you poised in your disco stance
And I saw
you out on the disco floor
And I saw
you move to your disco dance
Going Left
Right, Left Right, Left Right, Left Right
Left Right,
Left Right, Left Right, Left Right...
And I saw
you up at the disco bar
And I saw
you leaving the disco zone
And I saw
you move in for the disco kill
And I saw
you leave the disco on your own
Going Left
Right, Left Right, Left Right, Left Right
Left Right
Left Right, Left Right, Left Right...
And I saw
you dressed in your army greens
And I saw
you marching with the army losers
And I saw
you at ease in the army ranks
Out of the
army out on manoeuvres
Going Left
Right, Left Right, Left Right, Left Right
I can laugh
in your face
But I can't
trace a smile
You go to
great lengths
What I could
cover in a mile
I like to
do, what I want, when I want to
You just
do as your told
You got high
blood pressure
While I'm
left out in the cold
You try so
hard
And fail
so badly
I grin and
bare it
You accept
it gladly
You worry
about retirement
But that's
the least of my fears
You think
you're young at heart
But I'm younger
in years
I can waste
your time, anytime
If you've
got any to lend
You keep
to the straight and narrow
While I drive
you 'round the bend
You try so
hard
And fail
so badly
I grin and
bare it
You accept
it gladly
I can walk
past your window any time that I like
You're sleeping
all morning afternoon and night
Dreaming
of the memories of your old boy clan
When I woke
up tonight I took a pill
The last
one I possessed, at least until
Before my
morning cigarette I take a pill
And when
I feel lacklustre, I take another pill
To keep me
slim line to keep me fit and strong
So I look
good in a tee shirt, all night long
And so come
the daybreak I got too much to lose
So I'm asking
you up there, I'm asking you up there…
What, whatever,
Whatever
happened to the blues
Whatever
happened to the blues
If it rains
when I'm wearing sunglasses,
I take a
pill
Stay home
and wait 'till ten PM at least until
I can walk
the streets in deserted circles
Small talking
with my friends, the ones who sell me on the cheap
Amphetamines...
Till at the
end of the night, ill at ease
Thinking
aloud to myself, about the life I lead
About the
life I choose
So for the
sake of change, so for the sake of change, so for the sake of change...
What, whatever,
Whatever
happened to the blues
I confide
in you when I sleep
I converse
with you when I wake
I'm standing
outside at your front door
But I've
never really seen your face
When I've
laid the table out for two
I call you
from the stairs
You never
answer, you never come
Because you're
never there
Of all the
lost followers
I'm following
after you
I'm coming
after you
I'm looking
after you
Above my
bed hanging on the wall
There's an
empty frame just waiting
Until I'm
able to shoot you close range
Without my
camera shaking
I'll hold
your hand again tonight
When there's
nowhere left to hide
And I know
there's nothing left between us
But the warmth
I feel beside
Of all the
lost followers
I'm following
after you
I'm coming
after you
I'm looking
after you
Of all the
lost followers
I'm following
after you
I'm looking
after you
I'm lusting
after you
Through these
gates the marble limits
Through these
gates total awareness
Wonder aqua
where the skyline plummets
Through these
gates, loss of consciousness
Through these
gates plans are made
Dedicated
to the lost direction
Through these
gates they mark your grave
Blue eyes
witness your dissection
You'll receive
the call
Where the
bell tolls the final mass
Through these
gates the stench of war
Through these
gates I want to pass
Through these
gates the marble limits
Through these
gates total awareness
Wonder aqua
where the skyline plummets
Through these
gates, loss of consciousness
Through these
gates you pass just once
Through these
gates you don't belong
Race to ruination,
European front
Through these
gates commit no wrong
You'll receive
the call
Where the
bell tolls the final mass
Through these
gates the stench of war
Through these
gates I want to pass
What good
is sitting all alone by yourself
Come is a
cabaret my friend
Come to the
cabaret
You'll receive
the call
Where the
bell tolls the final mass
Through these
gates the stench of war
It takes
all sorts, it takes all kinds
It takes
time and I've taken sides
I've got
friends who've made enemies
Those who
wave banners on bended knee
Those who
only see what's visible
Have both
eyes closed and stand in the middle
Hand raised
laughing to take the pledge
Hiding under
the active edge
Fighting
Irish to be heard
Fighting
Irish wrong word
Fighting
Irish shout it loud
Fighting
Irish stand proud
I wouldn't
be seen dead in a Paisley shirt
Or held at
point blank range with my face in the dirt
I can sympathise
but offer no solution
They can
kill the revolutionary they can't kill the revolution
I can only
listen if you want me to hear
I can live
in peace while you live in fear
The bridge
is burnt, the water's in the way
But I'll
see your side of town come judgement day
Fighting
Irish to be heard
Fighting
Irish wrong word
Fighting
Irish shout it loud
From where
I sit I see it all
Temptation
arises fear
The thoughts
I thought were modified
Breath heavy
in my ear
Lips afire,
legs astride
Picture in
my dreams
Kick me when
I'm going down
My aim was
is to please
Hunt in packs
out on your own
In the cover
darkness lent
Your looking
for someone to love
Just proof
to show your friends
So finally
I stood in your way
And offered
nothing at all
But the experience
of the price you pay
Was that
just duty call?
Just pretend
you tread the ground
No man has
trodden before
Just pretend
it never happened
If your
flesh begins to crawl
Wear what
you will, dressed to kill
But you never
wear it well
Laugh aloud
when you're in the crowd
The ideal
is to compel
Time heals
all evils, leaves no scars
And there's
no compromise
But I insist
you take the risk
Instead you
take the rise
Act your
part and play your games
In your
search of knowledge and wealth
The hand
that dealt below the belt
Now keeps
itself to itself
Pay dearly
for your pleasure
It's all
counted in the cost
If I'm on
my feet or on my knees
It's your
shoulders that carry the cross
Just pretend
you tread the ground
No man has
trodden before
Just pretend
it never happened
If your
flesh begins to crawl
Just pretend
you tread the ground
Oh God I
want Christmas all year 'round
I want a
swimming pool I don't want to drown
I want a
lot of money but I don't wanna pay taxes
Unless it's
just a penny in the pound
I want a
mini cooper, immune to endorsements
I want a
place in the country and a penthouse apartment
I want a
yacht to sail, I want a pass on British rail
Guaranteed
with my own compartment
I'm not begging,
but I'm asking
I'm not giving,
but I'm receiving
I'm not taking
but if you're listening
This is everything
I've been wanting
I want to
be happy for the rest of my life
I want to
die but not by the knife
I want to
sleep all afternoon
I want to
rise at night with the moon
I want a
daughter without the wife
I want Marilyn
Monroe
Painted by
Warhol
Reincarnated
Jean Harlow
I want the
style of De Niro
I want to
get out of this place
I want to
see your face
Until then
Amen, I gotta go
I'm not begging,
but I'm asking
I'm not giving,
but I'm receiving
I'm not taking
but if you're listening
The floorboards
jump in time, to the dubwise bass line
Where the
pool tables cluster with the faces of the day
Half filled
cans of cola stand like soldiers on parade
And the kids
never look up when they've got a ball in play
The floorboards
jump in time, to the dubwise bass line
Where the
pool tables cluster with the faces of the day
Half filled
cans of cola stand like soldiers on parade
And the kids
never look up when they've got a ball in play
Boy Girl, Boy Girl, Boy Girl, Boy Girl The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where each
tarmac strip marks another route home
The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where each
tarmac strip marks another route home
A boy and
a girl sit alone
In a corner
they call their own
There's an
old beat up motor waits outside
Where the
street is sporting yellow lines
And the lines
go on forever, and the traffic never stops
And each
wailing siren gives you two smart cops
And the line
goes on forever, and the traffic never stops
And each
wailing siren gives you two smart cops
Boy Girl, Boy Girl, Boy Girl, Boy Girl The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where each
tarmac strip marks another route home
The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where each
tarmac strip marks another route home
The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where every
tarmac strip marks another route home
The heart
of the city has a heart of stone
Where every
tarmac strip marks another route home
The law abiding
citizens want another route home
The law abiding
citizens want another route home
The law abiding
citizens want another route home
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