But when you are up you have to try and stay there So you stamp and cheat on people Stamp and cheat on people Champagne breakfast Rewards for the killing
You have a choice, we are your voice Red, blue or yellow. We will blow away the green Another five lane motorway (You'll never get a referendum anyway
We in our infancy, led down shining paths Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion Face our imperfection, I begin to wonder Onion peelings
See the sun turn green From my penthouse window It's different now Because you got no shelter Alienation By experimentation Enjoy yourself This is the
All the time you see us we'll be on our way Taking what is mine 'cos now i'll have my day Dominator soul he take what's in his way Dominator soul he
Heaven sold to hungry spirits Rituals for birth right down (?) God ???? fear is wielded The credulous will never see us Programmed child in pre-??
Outside the boundaries where all the streets are empty In such a lonely moment we reach the same conclusion Chants of cathedral choirs, stations of
Noise turns darker, the moments pass But the drums keep thundering in familiar way Outside the legions, multiply By and by, you're still alive Getting
rise from my unconscious let it rise get it out get it out get it out behind the illusion of reality are forces that speak to me we will draw them out
We feel so good as we flock together So much in common We all gather gather gather Don't need no manifesto, just a little ink stain Safety in numbers
Extremities confusing me Affect me night and day Fascinated, devastated Critical decade Vanishing greenery, changing scenery Yet somehow I accept Extremities
The lore of elders passes judgment on this waste And finding me or them does lack accepting fate And as the moments pass another face arrives We watch
Twilight open and you're on your own Moon is shining, you want fun and games Hear the voices inside your head Let's play wild, volatile Get out my way
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Eighties, I'm living in the eighties Eighties, I have to push, I have to struggle Eighties, get out of my way, I'm not for sale no more Eighties, let'
Around the strangers moved, the shouts I felt within New panoramas seen (I loved it as it was). Forests of pylons built, the scaffolding is raised
ball is getting dusty And the fun wears thin - thin. It's much the same everywhere Diversions right and we're ready to dance Complacency seemed to kill
I am a child of folly and now I want my way And I don't know good or bad but I dance all day And my sense of humor getting out of hand la-la And the diamond