Higher! I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state. But I'm the kitchen boy who'll wash your dirty plate. I had no message and the message was, we're all Jesus
I'm 12 o'clock, all daylight hours, I'll warm your bed, I'll grow your flowers. Like I'm a miniature sun this ball ignited when she told me I was her
Never been near a university, never took a paper or a learned degree, and some of your friends think that's stupid of me, but it's nothing that I care
I'd like that If we could cycle down some lane I'd like that If we could ride into the rain No macs, getting wet I'd be your Albert if you'd be Victoria
All around the world, every boy and every girl, need the loving. The humble and the great, even those we think we hate, need the loving. Soldiers of the
I got so much to say but I'm afraid it'll come out wrong, I'm not akin to the Eighties thing where you look after number one. But I won't rock the boat
Do something for me, boys If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Anytime you rise, I'm here, and I'm crazy for you pink thing. You make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry, when I stroke your head I feel a hundred
I bought myself a liarbird He came with free drinks just to blur The lies falling out like rain On an average English summer's afternoon I bought myself
Poor skeleton steps out, dressed up in bad blood, bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds. Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these days, you can cast
Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground
It's raining on the beach She inches close but out of reach The waves look painted on Seagulls screaming The sea is warship grey It whispers ``Fool!''
Here he come again Dress in all that skin Like he was still human being Look at he long ears And he big brown eyes And with them truth he is seeing
Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles
Me train running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running
Hot as golden sand in fields We whiled away the hours I'm thinking of the days we had Enormous super powers Yes I'm sleeping, my mind's on the blink I
Wake Up! You put your cleanest dirty shirt on Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you
What was I supposed to do? I turned around with the world and she simply was there My blood ran like ice right through She had your face and your lips