I always flirt with death I could kill, but I don't care about it I can face your threats Stand up tall and scream and shout about it I think I'm on
In Arcady, your life trips along It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady Never saw I such a scene
A little death around the eyes Take your medicine in your hotel room That's your medicine Better rest on all fours That's your medicine In a nut shell
I aint going back to black boy lane, No I aint going back to black boy lane, There must be some other way, Because I aint going back to black boy lane
Well it's a long, long way, oooh From Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea La la la la I was a child of the pound and
think you can help me Can you make me a call The ... is so deep, get nothing at all today Are you dancing today ... Must be some other... Must be some other
spent his nights in flights of fancy Met two fellas over gin and mixes They talked for a while and soon got the picture One was a soaped-up soho mincer The other
Do you know me? I don't think so! Do you know me? I don't think so! You romanticize the dark and gloomy past Trying to escape from the underclass You
How d'you choose between death and glory? How d'you choose between death and glory? Happy endings don't bore me Happy endings, they never bored me
Everything's got to be Just how it has to be Or he won't play And I know that boy wants to Approach me and say All he's got to say Maybe he'll say it
We've been running round this world too much, girl Trying not to see But no freer then, we can see again Now the old corruption packed its ransom sack
she says she's going Just make sure she goes Make sure she goes I was a troubled teen Untroubled only in my daydreams To the annoyance of someone or others
Once upon a time Once upon a time When the cold wind now blows When the cold wind now blows in my heart It was a summer breeze And she would meet me
I get around to singing about That gang of gin I'm in Then you'll know most certainly The kind of game I'm in You sound around to swinging about The
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
My darling Clementine, you know I love you My darling Clementine, you know I do I bless and curse the day I found you I wonder why I get lost in the
Are you still talking to All of those dead film stars Like you used to And are you still thinking of All of those pretty rhymes And perfect crimes Like
One's too many and a hundred ain't enough For Corna baby give me more oh that stuff Oh baby, oh baby We had a real good time Pipey Magraw Pipey Magraw
