: In the morning where does the pain go? Same place the fame goes To your head And it?s not easy Getting it out your head And it?s too easy Getting
: You talk, you talk a good game Wish I could talk the same A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at You talk, yes you talk a good game
: Half dead, And a third alive, A quarter ticking over on the middle by the side of the road, Don't get surrounded by people you hate, Choke you out
: By and by the way of an explanation Cast a drift of the shores of shotter's nation I had a lick, it caved my skull in like a brick Oh now what use
: I model lacklustre panicky in vain search for the remedy No words only melody come so I take the day off My love, my love, she sits with me, I love
: I, I was surpised I must say, I was surprised Surprised you stayed Only to be betrayed by the one you Gave all your love and trust to How could
: Baddie?s bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands So if or when you?re behind bars or in
: You seem the type to follow the line Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant
: You smoke your ciggerette down to the bone and since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it You have to carry on, on your own You
: Could roll a four Could roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise Just like before She never used to mind I lost my phone in paradise And what
: Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oooh I said almost every night I watch the trains roll on by, out of sight No, it's not the same old story, it's new to me I'd say
: Don't take me for no sunbeam Don't take me for no sunbeam No sunbeam no sunbeam Another faction of And no detection of Another tax out of your
: I'll tell you a story but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spent his nights in
: It's all and the same It's all and the same, oh So what's the use between death and glory? I can't tell between death and glory Happy endings, no,
: You sent for me I was knock knock knocking on death's door You ignore, adore, a rebours me You leave me washed up begging for more If you really cared
: I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my integrity And this is what she said
: Don't talk about it Don't want to know about it Arguing with you's no good You'll be nobody's fool but you'll almost speak... Don't talk about it
: Oh Paddy put the pipe down If you got the right sound If it's not the right sound Neither am I, oh my oh my Do your sums Work out a fairer way If
