remember my own name I think I've gone insane Lost in a world without reality, I'm frightened to move I'm frightened to speak and I will kill for a
Get into the car and keep it down City lights look like warnings now She's got someone that pays for things Trust me, she won't miss a thing Come with
Hey little girl wanna go for a ride? There's room and my wagon is parked right outside We can cruise down Rober Street all night long But I think I'll
's what's inside you've got to rearrange Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Going nowhere Heaven kicked you out Heaven kicked you out Breaking up for
With a face like this, I won't break any hearts And thinking like that, I won't make any friends Screw that, forget about that I don't want to think
back door step Showband's dyin' on my radio set Every light shines out on a sunday Heaven sent with guilt and regret I am lost in your acetylene light, so
Here I am, motherfucker Here I am, as I am As you made me think I am I don't hear you I don't need you I don't want you I Don't wanna feel anymore (
so familiar My arms are fed up reaching My voice is through with breakin' Myself, I'm sick of reason Every bruise feels so familiar So don't tell me
Everything feels good, nothin' can stop me Every nerve pumpin' hard through me Every thought rushes at full speed This false smile grates through baby
You've got a bad vibration from your morbid fascination Try to creep your way through town, but the bridge is already down Yeah, you and your cronies
John Coltrane's got a great big train Colour of the juice running through my veins And if you leave me, boo-hoo-hoo I will turn this colour too
never have you so I will always hate you I can never have you so I'll hate you I can never have you so I will always hate you I can never have you so
I want to go where the good ones go I want to know what the good ones know I want to go, won't you take me with you? I want to go, won't you take
Every evening, every day Calling for love that's from above Everyone wanting it for real Expecting devotion and love Isolation, isolation Isolation
(Instrumental)
Fuck Woodstock Fuck Woodstock (That much is easy) Fuck Woodstock Fuck Woodstock Fuck Woodstock Fuck Woodstock (This song is for the CIA, thanks for
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think
my own name I think I've gone insane Lost in a world with no reality I'm frightened to move I'm frightened to speak And I will kill for a good night
