People here in your neighbourhood Act real cool but they dance no good I don?t care what the others say When I?ve found a new game to play Claim to
Ooh, I was a lonely cloud I was a leaf, that had to fall to the ground I was coloured red by the oceanic time I went down, down so sublime-sublime Can
Well you?ve heard about things and you?ve heard about fangs And you?ve heard about song and you?ve heard about dance And you?ve heard them all say you
In my youth I was a loner And the gaudy red persona Was still hanging on the wall a-waiting to enthrall Had no cannabis to sedate us So we smoked carrots
Come and lie beside me now my love Come, I?ve always been too shy in love My voice is narrow And a boy ain?t supposed to cry Until tomorrow: Let me
on your shoulder Blood in your eyes No surprises So tell me again what the future is like It is me and it?s you, a porch and a stool Let?s find out what the state
I wanna hold you but you?re out of reach somewhere searching for your inner peace I?m just looking for a little squeeze Face to face and cheek to cheek
I?m getting sick Of you calling it ?chic? To describe what is that I am when I know that I?m damned, cause I got no own place to go I?m getting sick
You?ve been watching over me Saying you?re keeping me company I should be grateful, I suppose And compare you to a summer?s rose You?ve been talking
For all your life you?ve cared about people you don?t really care about You?ve heard them shout and you?ve heard them out Now what?s that all about?
Me and the cannibal?s volountary prey (A cannibal?) Ain?t looking for a friend, We are looking for a Master (Or anyone who can?) Deliver us from free
Claim to fame clamour for glamour Oh padeo oh pa padeo Claim to fame clamour for glamour So come and get it Get it good Like I knew you would People
And it wears you out and it wears you down, but: Girl you?re gonna get ?em, real soon Girl you?re gonna get ?em, real soon Aaoow! Aaoow! Girl you?re
New York?s a goldmine for Rock City Wankers Pilgrims of sleaze and of nocturnal pancake Are you a poet, electrical junkie? Or are you just a another
It?s in your blood but not in mine What?s in your blood is in my mind something?s broken in the way we smile It is within us all the time You?re well
I?m building an army of misplaced lovers Known as ?the others? Working under covers of love Cause we got nowhere else to go Gonna enlist every baldheaded
