I don't want to listen But I think I see you screaming And it hurts. Instant Solzhenitsyn I get salt mines when I hear your voice It hurts. Kiss the
Somewhere a screen door slammed Somewhere, someplace, somebody's killing a man Down the road I'm told five people died And I wonder are you making love
Sooner or later when the dawn was breaking The joint was jumping and the walls were shaking Joey sneaked in the backdoor way Pretending he was with the
As soon as I wake up every day, I look at the papers to see what they say, I know most what I read will be a lot of lies, But then you learn really fast
Oh, in her two pound coat She really thinks she's cloaked in mystery She's actin' like some character from Agatha Christie I got a pain in my shoes
around I know you'll treat me good I get my kicks from you I get my kicks from you _______________________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof *taken from the self-titled debut album "The Boomtown Rats
Drag me down in colors pink and gold (Like a ship that's going under.. Bring me home in rain and thunder) Bless the night before the day grows old (Like
Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock I'm not disconnected I'm not unaware I'm in one place at one time I'm neither here nor there I'm hooked to the mainstream
Night fell fast, like it did in the past when the phone rang Twice and a voice said "I think I'm alone" I gave my advice and the voice said "Nice, but
The world owes me a living I've waited on this dole queue too long I've been standin' in the rain for fifteen minutes That's a quarter of an hour too
It was last night baby when I caught your eye Sssh don't tell nobody but I almost died And like a beach bunny sobbing on a shag pile rug I thought of "
Here they go, lying again beating everybody at their favourite game but in the end nobody wins no Here they go let's pretend the rules have changed
Sittin' in the front row Mary of the fourth form Turnin' all the boys down She's turnin' all their heads around Hitchin' up her short skirt Stretchin'
Sittin' in the front row Mary of the fourth form Turnin' all the boys on She's turnin' all their heads around Hitchin' up her short skirt Stretchin' out
He bought and sold a video Made a fortunein between A thousand well-known faces Passed across that stupid screen He turned them down He never thought
Hand me down a strong panacea, One that's guaranteed to make me feel like Hercules, There's flies everywhere, buzzing in the air, Filling my body with
She keeps her lover on ice, She keeps a fire in the grate, He's got a movement in his cellar, He's a danger to the state. Watch out for the normal people