There are some bad people on the rise There are some bad people on the rise They're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives Bad, bad people
Ouija Board Would you work for me ? I have got to say "Hello to an old friend" Ouija Board, Ouija Board, Ouija Board Would you work for me? I have got
He knows, he knows Or I think he does 'Cause when I lived In the arse of the world He knows, he knows He knows I'd love To see him happy Or as close as
Such a little thing Such a little thing But the difference it made was grave There you go Wielding a bicycle chain Oh, why won't you change? Change and
I'm calling you from the foyer Of the Sands Hotel Where the men and the women Are acquainted quite well And the drunkards keep on drinking And oh, my
Please help the cause against loneliness Would you like to note my home address ? Please help the cause against loneliness Would you kindly note my inside
've fought and lost? It may all end tomorrow Or it could go on forever In which case I'm doomed It could go on forever In which case I'm doomed Bona drag
Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down Armageddon, come
When your gift unfurls When your talent becomes apparent I will roar from the stalls I will gurgle from the circle The saints smile shyly Down on you
I'm writing this to say In a gentle way Thank you, but no I will live my life as I Will undoubtedly die, alone I'm writing this to say In a gentle way
May this lovely letter reach its destination if only Question one is why do you pretend that you like me? Oh Phoney See how the outside contradicts
Yes, I am blind , no I can't see The good things, just the bad things, oh Yes, I am blind, no I can't see There must be something horribly wrong with
Let the right one in Let the old dreams die Let the wrong ones go They cannot, they cannot They cannot do what you want them to do, oh Let the right
Sleep on and dream of love Because it?s the closest you will get to love, oh Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly Poor twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug
Dear hero, imprisoned With all the new crimes That you are perfecting Oh, I can't help quoting you 'Cause everything That you said rings true And now
The world you chose has a practical vein But I read much more into your name Lifeguard. Patrolling the lenght and the breadth of your pool I call your
He Knows (he knows) Or, I think he does 'Cause when I lived In the Arse of the world He knows, he knows He knows I'd love To see him happy (Or
When your gift unfurls When your Talent becomes apparent I will roar from the stalls I will gurgle from the circle The Saints smile shyly Down on