22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city that sounds nice, It's alright, it's alright In
Don't you ever pretend That we are more than friends? Despite the metal and wires I still have human desires I'll wait here til the end For my dividend
You are not an open book I can't do nothing 'bout that But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn What am I doing up at the witching hour? Oh-o-oh-o Oh-o-oh-o Oh
I'm walking unknown territory Where the sun's not shining There's nothing golden about Golden Lane The smoke is heavy in my lungs and The adverts are
We meet in Strasbourg The courage that your father plucked From inside a cattle truck Will help us fix the exit polls Our children must have rock'n'roll Surveillance cameras captured
I just woke up Everything was fucked From the night before I was beyond repair I had just woke up Everything was wrong All the cats were dead And the
I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse, You're violent, violent, They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground, You
We are the animals, who have lost our hair. Retained some of our teeth, and gained a choice... We'll chase food, money and sex, until satisfied. And
Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again In the back of my head I'll smash your fucking face in
Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat I went at first looking for assistance T-Bone burst in with both guns blazing
Baby don't go To the haunted hotel Got a really bad feeling In my lungs and my bones Science can't save you And your parents are away On holiday in
