Hey now my red clouds're rolling in To catalogue and number every stone cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels
join in again And oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Cross culture, camera courters, candy for
bleeding heart I thought you would have got it all The Bible's painted on the bedroom wall And all you had to do was call For one final reprise The
I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine
its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank The driver's side is hanging off and rusted And as for
Tell me, are you really leaving? I fell so far, I'm almost on the ceiling You said I've got a way with words I'm not so sure but, baby, I know I got away
with failure ?And twinkle little Stalin's hung his hat up on my nail you're ?Gonna wish you had of fought when your last breath comes ?Cos we never want for
Enter my November Boy with eyes like the sea The radio sings "Love Me Do," yeah I agree And I've used up every sentence that love has to offer So silence
tarmac Its closing time And the drunks Sing some stray lines of Bacharach Its too late now to even out the score As you drain the glass and raise your hand for
I propped my eyes open with chemistry I've got a three hour drive and a man to see The blue bruised sky is closing in Cover up well because it looks like
This girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain She's a ghost of the city, she's a body through the windscreen This girl is the snowfall where the
I came in like a jackdaw On the drift of an outlaw I heard there's a warrant out for my arrest Among the cute little puritans The ghosts and the hooligans
Could you say that again babe I've not heard that one before You're looking four years older You're looking for the door I lipsticked "Fuck You" on the
and their global saccharine Give us something stronger til we all join in again And oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Benzedrine Cross culture, camera courters, candy for
We are late like a midnight train that?s running nowhere We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air We are under the guillotine trying
