The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know
Don't be shy! Don't be shy! For if you are shy for tomorrow You'll be shy for one thousand days Don't be shy! Don't be shy! Don't let the tide of your
An ending fitting for the start you twist and tore our love apart your light fingers through the dark shattered the lamp, into darkness it cast us No
If I have to go I will be thinking of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinking of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the
If you get tired of hanging around Pick up a guitar and spin a web of sound Then you could be strung out all day With your lovers and clowns But now I
There's a campaign of hate Its waiting at the school gates For what I am not aware Whisper what you wrote What you write, you swore and you swear Now
Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang de-lang Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang de-lang Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang de-lang Shoop shoop, shoop de-lang de-lang Shoop shoop
Roll a gasper The guard said he could stay alive But he has to shovel And burn his people to die And the gate read: Arbeit Macht Frei In her rollers
I register operational In the land of the gauching skiving sun Their bodies are in the room, lad Never an honest days work is done They call it the Tomblands
A problem, here comes a problem When you let down your friends When you let down the people When you let down yourself Oh, and only fools, vultures and
Please don't get me wrong See I forgive you in a song Will call the Likely Lads But if it's left to you I know exactly what you'd do With all the dreams
The ideal girl, In London from France Came Over and left me, She left me entranced. Now I have to get by, Once again on my own, Nothing but... memories
I have a little secret for ya I've been told if you want to make it in this game You got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what I quite
I've been following Your minds instructions Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death Ah yes, there is a screw It's pointed at my head Then
From way far across the sea Came an .... Had a one track mind and eyes for me Half blinded in the war With a pale young Anglican Who said he'd help her
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot We were shovelled up like muck Set the night on fire Wombles bleed truncheons and shields You know I cherish
If I get the call I will call across Radio America Right across America I will call Yes I will call all across Radio America Right across America I will
I saw two shadow men on the Vallance Road Said they'd pay me for your address Oh I was so bold I said you see these two cold fingers These crooked fingers
