Lletres:
Madness Ultimate Collection

Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa

come in off the street And you're beginning to feel the heat Well listen buster You better start to move your feet To the rockinest, rock-steady beat Of madness

Naughty boys in nasty schools Headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools Smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the

(I am Michael Caine) He's walkin' where I'm afraid, I don't know I see the firemen jumpin' from the windows There's panic and I hear somebody scream (

answers in bottles And others in degenerate ways But I don't care much for the question Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness

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

When I get home it's late at night I'm black and bloody from my life I haven't time to clean my hands Cuts will only sting me through my dreams It's

It's raining again I'm hearing its pitter patter down It's wet in the street Reflecting the lights and splashing feet Nowhere to go And nothing I have

An insolent speck of youth Being taken for a walk So tightly by the ear That he can hardly talk Yesterday's men hang on to today To sing in the old fashioned