Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to
Don't cross that line if you don't wanna find what it feels like 'Cause I know you'll be running with your tail between your legs like a dog You better
May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May I lean in to ya til they send me home May we not grow weary, may we not be sold May you lean in to me til
Here's the story, of a little boy. Growin' up in a suburban home, Trying to cope with everyday life, Who lives in a little house, That was built, in the
Wir versaufen unser Oma ihr klein Häuschen ihr klein Häuschen ihr klein Häuschen wir versaufen unser Oma ihr klein Häuschen und
I came crawling home last night, like many nights before: I finally made it to my feet as she opened up the door. And she said, "You're not gonna do
No one in sight for fifty miles Sleeping fields sigh as I glide across their spines If I can just reach the crest of that hill This whole day will tumble
A Christmas tree with lights turned low Kids out of school, praying for snow It's the season for counting blessings, as the old year ends The crowded
A musical in three acts by XTC Cast of characters GRAHAM, a teenager MOTHER, a busy housewife FATHER, a conservative husband POLICEMAN, a young constable
Hab ich zwanzig Jahre lang hier gewohnt, in diesem stillen Haus, in dem nur noch meine Mutter lebt und die Erinnerung verstaubt? Sechs Kinder haben
Yeah Yeah Yeah a?¦..Oh! Yeah Yeah Yeah a?¦..Ah! You know that this is our new home This place is sacred to the bone Don't put us up against the wall
You looked so happy When I saw you with her And I'm so glad I knew you before you met her So I know How guys are before they get her. I've got it
So I met a guy He's from New Jersey Took me out to get some food What you do I asked I play the guitar Well baby I play the guitar too Do you have
Some say sufferings not much But I say... We make sure to know We know a lot of who we're killing We fell apart We all fell apart Underestimate what
Pray for them I often lose track So I took a drag On my first cigarette And I found my head Roll down the dumps Of 27th Street I drew a sketch With lipstick
Pray for them I often loose track So I took a drag of my first cigarrette and I found my head Roll down the dumps of twenty seventh street I drew a sketch
Oh my god there's his eyes again Turn around and fake indifference Then I'll watch his smooth black silhouette disappear Too many bodies fill the club
Disreguard what we know Well your voice is so low Will I stay Will I go this evening See the light on the rail Reflect red off the tail lights In front