Letras:
Down

up the pieces of me, I don't want to let these thoughts keep eating me away I can't stand these people who know everything, They tell me what to believe in Down

coming home I cannot help you, you yourself must see Decide now on what you want to be Turn the lights down The lights are too strong When you're down

: 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

: 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

of that Cause they wanted but... You better pipe down You got the right sound Put the pipe down Oh my, oh my, oh my Na na-na na-na... Oh Paddy put the pipe down

so far away down Skip... fame on the run Don't look back into the motherfucking sun, no Oh well you know that that's the end And that's the end so far away down

's wicked and rough It's hard Pentonville rough Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation Russian, Columbian and Jamaican Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman Indian, Chinaman down

: They would if they could, but they can't So if they talk like they could Are you going to heed a word they say All I'm trying to say was I'm in love

: Down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over