I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you I'm having dreams about you I wanna scream about you Everything you've done You were the girl who
Don't treat me like a tourist Let's stay high on a negative wave And paint it black Just like the good times Don't treat me like a tourist Let's stay
It barks at no one else but me Like it's seen a ghost I guess it's seen the sparks a-flowin' No one else would know Hey man, slow down, slow down Idiot
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
Well honey, when you coming home? Oh baby, when you coming home? There's a fire in the kitchen, a fire in the bed One needs putting out, other one must
I was walkin' down the street Concentratin' on truckin' right I heard a dark voice beside of me And I looked round in a state of fright I saw four
I took my fantasy to Deborah You know she's always been a friendly girl You'll see her cruise the Picadilly streets And she winks at every man she
Last night You know you really really made me appreciate my life When you took me to the seventh floor And closed the door I didn't stand a chance
He looked funny The children called him the scarecrow An old raincoat And baggy trousers and sneakers he found at the dump Oh, but if you bothered
From Rochdale to Ocho Rios From Ocho Rios to Dorking From Dorking its back to Rochdale From Rochdale to Ocho Rios You spend half your life in transit
I was travelling home on the subway When this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head
The world is full of other people (ooh ooh) take a look around We're quick to laugh when they've got troubles (ooh ooh) and we put `em down We go
There's a fat man who offers a change of scene Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean When I get on the outside But who can you trust when the
You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well stocked
Baby baby oh baby I'd love to love you But my hands are tied Break these chains Oh oh these chains that are killing me You don't need money if you
Transistorised, and anodised Chrome plated, squeaky clean Oh Tokyo, oh Tokyo Oh Tokyo I love you You're trembling, you're choking But you're magical
Ten thousand miles away from someone Ten thousand miles away from you Who's your friend on the end of a telephone line A telephone line's like a life
Kick, Punch, Fight, Bite. Who got the news to you? I got a shiner to show you. The beat down in my town goes all around.
