All your dreams are back where they belong. All your fears are up and running strong. The riderless takes the race. No tears of joy for sad mistakes.
Misterwibblegibberwibblegruntwobblegibberwibble who? Bob! Spends his money takes his choice. Spends his money like an arsehole. Good money bad choice
Looking for an answer, tough shit there's none to give. All gone astray, lost on the way. Looking for choices the sale's on every day, bargains galore
I can feel you breathing down my neck with every breath i take. A voice to echo 'round my brain there to remind me how to lose it all, open up a void
I would hear a diiferent song but the needle's stcuk, the groove is worn. Watch the logic walk away, the words just mash to gray and we're all left sitting
love to follow. I'll dream your lips on mine once again, because i love you darling. All your dreams collide. All your nightmares cold and stranded. Let love decide and let love
No reason, round again, dirty wisdom, a dirty friend. What price to answer, what price to pay. A viscous rumour is round again. So if you're trying to
pilot's pissed, can't walk the ground flies up and hits me. Best scrape me into a cab and take me home. I need my charpoi. Some big cheese all gone sour, enough love
Waste a smile, waste an afternoon, waste a while just waiting. Watch the thief follow the aftermath, wasting time just hanging round. Waste an hour,
They called his name when he was 18. He couldn't wait to go. He knew that there was glory waiting, he knew all there was to know. So when they called
Just what lived and just what died is open to conjecture. The one that walked away can't find the words to say. In the early morning sun death just did
cliche. Ask the pope whoauah. Go ask Ian we're sitting on a time bomb, odds on it's kicking off somehere near you. Go ask Ian, go ask Skippy, go ask my
What an arsehole What a fucking wanker What a toss-pot ,a toe rag ,a fart in a jar I've been dreaming a dream that keeps recurring Turn the corner you
