The Psychedelic Furs

There's an army
On the dance floor
It's a fashion
With a gun my love
In a room
Without a door
A kiss is not enough
In
Love my way
It's a new road
I follow where
My mind goes
They'd put us
On a railroad
They'd dearly
Make us pay
For laughing
In their faces
And making it our way
There's emptiness
Behind their eyes
There's dust
In all their hearts
They just want to
Steal us all
And take us all apart
But not in
Love my way
It's a new road
I follow where
My mind goes
So swallow
All your tears my love
And put on
Your new face
You can never win or lose
If you don't
Run the race

see the people dead in cars
see their bodies bleed
i know he's so dead and gone
i think that is free
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his eyes with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
in the eastern carpet store
he is made of dreams
put his picture on the wall
just where the mirror gleams
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his face with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
his power's all around his feet
there's flowers in his heart
if you take the needles out
his body falls apart
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his hands with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
make a god of politics
make a god of police
worship it with automobiles
worship it with screams
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his feet with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
make a god of useless drivel
sew it at the seams
float it down the river
where the sewage is the sea
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his teeth with razorblades
and out of him came stupid light
that's flowers

Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty.
She is all the girls, you know.
We are going far away.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones is beautiful.
Your eyes are made of glass.
Looking through the window,
You can see the world go past.
Here's another nine o'clock,
And here's another day.
Wonder how the weather is,
And what the people say?
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones can turn you on
And turn you off again.
Mr. Jones is all of you
Who live inside a plan.
Put your head upon the pillow,
Never put it down.
That would only wake you up
And turn your head around.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.

blue cars big beat
dead on my feet
i get this heat
run round lime street
do this
be there
i just don't care
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down
run down
who cares
i'm so happy
i get some clerk
talk talk talk talk
get up get down
this is toy town
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now
sometimes she says she loves me
i just don't believe it
all day she says
my set it plays
love songs all day
it sells toothpaste
razors band-aids
it sells love
and it sells hairspray
ha ha all day
monday monday
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now

In the house where Alice lives
(Alice's)
it's a mess of souvenirs
let to remind you telling the time
?
?
people say it's cold outside
you disagree, she's telling me...
(CHORUS)
Come and spend the day at Alice's House
pass some time away at Alice's House
write a note saying "Please don't go, please don't go"
In the
without a key
the butler is serving tea
wearing a shirt without any sleeves
(CHORUS)
in the bedroom down the hall
your secret sleeps
why don't you stay?
In the house where Alice lives
(Alice's)
It's a mess of souvenirs
let to remind you telling the time
(CHORUS)
Alice's house

9-9-9
the police don't come
here on easy street
all the boys in their blue suits
are lying in the heat
you got no reaction
coming down my hall
you had no attraction
for anyone at all
all the dogs are out today
running in the sun
back in the litter
the morning never comes
you got no reaction
knocking on my door
you had no attraction
for anyone at all
the day goes at the factory
i should be happy look at me
it's definitely no easy street
you got no reaction
coming through my door
you had no attraction
for anyone at all
i can see you in the plastic town
that an actor sees
i can see you stuck inside of this cage with me
you'll cry like a baby
you cry like a bird
you cry like a lady
you cry like a girl
on easy street
you'll cry like a baby
you cry like a bird
you cry like a lady
you cry like a girl
on easy street

Give me all your paper ma
Gimme all your jazz
Give me something that I need
Something I can have
Mrs. London's coming round
She's coming with her son
Gimme all your paper ah
So I can get a gun
She has got it in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
She's so mean
Give me all your paper ma
So I can buy a train
They just want to suck you in
To being one of them
Tell her that I'm not in here
Tell her I'm a freak
Tell her that I fall about
Every time I speak
She has got in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
I just scream
Give me all your paper ma
So I can buy a train
I don't know how I got in here
It's making me insane
Have another cigarette
And have another cigarette
In a room where lovers go
Talking on the telephone
They have go it in for me
Yeah I mean it honestly
They all dream

Caroline laughs, and it's raining all day
Loves to be one of the girls
She lives in the place in the side of our lives
Where nothing is ever put straight

She turns herself 'round
And she smiles and she says
"This is it, that's the end of the joke"
And loses herself in her
Dreaming and sleep, and her
Lovers walk through in their coats

Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?

All of her lovers all
Talk of her notes and the
Flowers that they never sent
And wasn't she easy, and
Isn't she pretty in pink?

The one who insists he was the
First in the line is the
Last to remember her name
He's walking around in this
Dress that she wore
She is gone, but the
Joke's the same

Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?

Caroline talks to you
Softly sometimes, she says,
"I love you" and "Too much"
She doesn't have anything
You want to steal
Well, nothing you can touch

She waves
She buttons your shirt
The traffic is waiting outside
She hands you this coat
She give you her clothes
These cars collide

Pretty in pink, isn't she?
Pretty in pink, isn't she?

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Written By ASHTON, JOHN/BUTLER, RICHARD/BUTLER, TIMOTHY/DAVEY, VINCENT
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

She comes in like an angel,
And goes down like these flats.
I don't know why she does all this.
It's making her see that
I don't want you always,
And I won't hold your hand.
I won't give you flowers,
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I got my own morals,
You've got your own too.
Lovers will just steal your clothes,
But I'm not one of them.
Forgive me.
I just didn't want to run away with you.
There's romance, or so she says.
I want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you.
I want to sleep with you.
I didn't want to fade in you.
I make my own scenes.
These go-go girls are happening.
They're just like accidents.
He's got sunglasses, electric shoes,
This vicious dog, and I shake.
A uniform in black and blue,
He wants to be your guard.
I just want to sleep with you.
I just want to sleep with you, now.

there's demonstrations
and demonstrations
listen to the weathermen
they're not saying anything
they're tripping flags for you
this crazy face for you
you don't have a point of view
you don't have to say you do
no tears, no colours, yeah
there's conversation
and conversation
talk about yourself again
talk about the rain again
another lie for you
another point of view
how can you believe in them?
don't believe in anything
no colours, no tears, yeah
there's demonstrations
and demonstrations
listen to the weathermen
they're not saying anything
there's conversation
and conversation
talk about yourself again
talk about the rain again
no tears, no colours,
no you now

Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty.
She is all the girls, you know.
We are going far away.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones is beautiful.
Your eyes are made of glass.
Looking through the window,
You can see the world go past.
Here's another nine o'clock,
And here's another day.
Wonder how the weather is,
And what the people say?
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones can turn you on
And turn you off again.
Mr. Jones is all of you
Who live inside a plan.
Put your head upon the pillow,
Never put it down.
That would only wake you up
And turn your head around.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.

No kind of love.
I don't want to make no scene - Lovers come and go - or make you Mrs.
Anyone or make you Mr.
Me.
I'm into you like a train.
Yeah,
fall in love.
I don't want to tape you down or shack you up with me,
or put you where the flowers go or get into your mind.
I'm into you like a train.
Now fall in love.
Yeah,
fall in love.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song is outside it all,
then you are all so wrong.
If you believe that anyone like me within a song would try and change it all,
then you have been put on.
I don't want to wear no side or complicate it all,
or celebrate your prettiness and kick you in it all.
So wrong.

You laugh at her in all the cars
She's easily confused
There isn't any wrong or right
Or up and down on you
There isn't any reason
There isn't any sense
Nothing else is happening
This is where you are

It goes on and then it rains
We run away
It goes on again

If you say no just one more time
He's gonna trash your wife
He has to have a lie to live
Or something to believe
He has a god
He calls it you
He has a highway too
Inside his head these wheels go round
He says that he loves you

It goes on, and then it goes around again
It goes on again
It goes on
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again

You know this guy that lives downstairs
There's parties all the time
Where they put on wigs and stuff
So they can be themselves
He calls you this
He calls you that
You lose your memory
All this goes on all the time
So I don't go down there

It goes on, and then it rains again
It goes on again
It goes on, and then it goes
Around again
It goes on again

blue cars big beat
dead on my feet
i get this heat
run round lime street
do this
be there
i just don't care
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down
run down
who cares
i'm so happy
i get some clerk
talk talk talk talk
get up get down
this is toy town
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now
sometimes she says she loves me
i just don't believe it
all day she says
my set it plays
love songs all day
it sells toothpaste
razors band-aids
it sells love
and it sells hairspray
ha ha all day
monday monday
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now

a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car
a suit to wear on mondays
and a coat a magazine
a heavy rain a holiday
a painting of the wall
a knife a fork and memories
a light to see it all
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
dominoes a pack of cards
a picture of the queen
a dress to wear on sundays
and a handle for the door
a letter that i sent for you
a note you left for me
a wave a pack of cigarettes
a pocket full of beads
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
the sound of people getting drunk
a ceiling and a sky
a bank that's full of promises
a telephone that lies
a visit from your doctor
he crawls in through the door
a mirror you can look in
so that you know where you are
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
now i'm left with all of this
a room full of your trash

it is here for you
listen to the conversation
playing pretty tunes
sorry i can't wait for you
i couldn't stand to stay
you have to get right out of here
you have to get away
i had to pay the doorman
just to let me use the door
i had to use a muscleman
to pick me off the floor
they're making up things
that we've all heard before
like romance and engage and divorce
you have to be crazy to stay in this place
you just have to laugh at it all
i met this girl and called her ma
i called her everything
i called her fab and mrs. fish
i didn't get her name
she's making me a pair of shoes
so i can run away
she's making me a plastic wig
she's making me again
i had to pay the doorman
just to let me use the door
i had to use a muscleman
to pick me off the floor
they're making up things
that we've all heard before
like romance and engage and divorce
you have to be crazy to stay in this place
you just have to laugh at it all
some people are dancing
and some fall in love
to the music of military tunes
you have to be crazy to stay in this place
you just have to laugh at it all
i didn't want to put you on
or tape you down at all
or leave you here so all alone
or put you in this room
they're making up things
that we've all heard before
like romance and engage and divorce
you have to be crazy to stay in this place
you just have to laugh at it all

Mrs. Jones is seventeen, and six, and twenty-four.
Moderately pretty.
She is all the girls, you know.
We are going far away.
We're going for a ride.
Mr. jones has got a plan,
If you just come inside.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones is beautiful.
Your eyes are made of glass.
Looking through the window,
You can see the world go past.
Here's another nine o'clock,
And here's another day.
Wonder how the weather is,
And what the people say?
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.
Mr. Jones can turn you on
And turn you off again.
Mr. Jones is all of you
Who live inside a plan.
Put your head upon the pillow,
Never put it down.
That would only wake you up
And turn your head around.
So good, so far.
Slow down, ha ha.
Movie stars, and ads,
And radio define romance.
Don't turn it on,
I don't want to dance.

blue cars big beat
dead on my feet
i get this heat
run round lime street
do this
be there
i just don't care
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down
run down
who cares
i'm so happy
i get some clerk
talk talk talk talk
get up get down
this is toy town
all day day wear
go home she's there
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now
sometimes she says she loves me
i just don't believe it
all day she says
my set it plays
love songs all day
it sells toothpaste
razors band-aids
it sells love
and it sells hairspray
ha ha all day
monday monday
i don't think that i can stand
i'm so run down
she is oh so out of hand
she's coming down now

a phonebook full of accidents
a girl to drive your car
a suit to wear on mondays
and a coat a magazine
a heavy rain a holiday
a painting of the wall
a knife a fork and memories
a light to see it all
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
dominoes a pack of cards
a picture of the queen
a dress to wear on sundays
and a handle for the door
a letter that i sent for you
a note you left for me
a wave a pack of cigarettes
a pocket full of beads
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you on
the sound of people getting drunk
a ceiling and a sky
a bank that's full of promises
a telephone that lies
a visit from your doctor
he crawls in through the door
a mirror you can look in
so that you know where you are
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
hey i never meant that stuff
i want to turn you round
you didn't leave me anything
that i can understand
now i'm left with all of this
a room full of your trash

India, India
You're my love song
India you're my love song

In the flowers
You can have me in the flowers
We will dance alone
And live our useless lives
India stupid on the carpet floor
India stupid on the carpet floor
We dance upon the carpet floor
And reel around

India, India, India, India, India
I'm American, ha ha ha
India

Caroline is really great
She serves the muck
Upon a tray
And little rich boy don't you cry
You kiss me in the anodyne
See the ceiling raining spit
The beach is backwards isn't it

India don't you cry
India see the ceiling raining tears
You will cry a thousand tears

All the women form a line
Put your face upon a line
This is for the discotheque
This is stupid, I object
And I love you and I love you
And please me, please me, please me
Please me, please me, please me
Please me, please me, please me
India, India, India, India

Stupid on the steinway
So sick upon a steinway
The sailors drown
See them talk and see them drown
And see them drink and fall around
Upon the floor
Sister of mine, home again
Sister of mine, home again
Lonely in a crowded room
The radio plays out of tune
So silently
The radio upon the floor
Is stupid it plays aznavour
So out of key
Sister of mine
Home again
Sister of mine
Home again
Broken on a ship of fools
Even dreams must fall to rules
So stupidly
Words are all just useless sound
Just like cards they fall around
And we will be
Sister of mine
Home again
Sister of mine
Home again
Buy a car and watch it rust
Sister see them fall to dust
They fall around
In another crowded room
Paint me like the shirt I'm in
Honestly
Sister of mine
Home again
Sister of mine
Home again
Sister of mine
Sister of mine
Sister of mine
Sister of mine
Sister

Another Christ is on the cross
The nails are words
The nails are lies
To make it crawl
And make it scream
And make it real
And make it bleed
And make it bleed
And make it bleed
And make it dream
Imitation of Christ
Imitation of Christ
This you who lie and scream
You fall to dust
You fall to dust
In walls of words
Your words are blind
You speak and you are dumb and blind
The word that is your god
Is you who fall so low and fall so far
Imitation of Christ
Imitation of Christ
Fly to the moon dear
Sew it on a stool
Tie on the carpet all the cowboys fall
See the cowboys fat and reeling
Dancing underneath the ceiling
Leave the bar the theatre's closing
Make a wall of your religion
Imitation of Christ
Imitation of Christ
Mary mary
Mother mother
You and me and
God the father
Jesus is a woman too
He looks like all of me and you
Your money talks and
All your friends
Will laugh at her pathetic tits
Imitation of Christ
Imitation of Christ
Imitation of Christ
Imitation

You will have a dress of white
You will have a ring of gold
You will have a paper snow
We'll fall
See the wall
The wall is black
We will have a heart attack
We will be alone and
We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall

Fall in love like sailors do
Tell your lover you'll be true
Sail upon the stupid sea
We'll fall
You will have a sheet of red
Paint the trees, the trees are dead
We will be alone and
We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall

Marry me and be my wife
You can have me all your life
Our love will never end
Parties for our stupid friends
Are the children really home?

We will lie upon the lawn
Needles on the beach at Goa
We will have another flower
We will be a part of structure
You will have a face of structure
We will make ourselves a scene
We will live our stupid dream

I am you and you are me
Tie me down I will be free
Our love will never end
Parties for our stupid friends
Marry me and be my wife
You can have me all your life
Our love will never end
Parties for our stupid friends
Are the children really home?

We will lie upon the lawn
Needles on the beach at Goa
We will have another flower
We will be a part of structure
You will have a face of structure
We will make ourselves a scene
We will live our stupid dream

I am you and you are me
Tie me down I will be free
Our love will have no end

My baby paints herself red
She paints her hair
Her hair is dead
She's living in the city
With the bodies that scream

We are all Jesus
We all dream
See the dancer in there reeling
Paint the sky upon the ceiling

Four useless gods upon a day
So blinded by the filth on Sunday
Saying the words for the idiots
You are miracle drivel

Optical sewer
Listens to the flowers fall
Paint the words upon the wall

This is the pulse of fools like you
Who sound so red and turn so blue
The sound of uselessness in summer
The war is over if you want

See the dancer see me reeling
Paint the sea upon the ceiling

Pulse
My baby paints herself red
She paints her hair
Her hair is dead

She's living in the city
With the bodies that scream
We are all Jesus
We all dream

See the dancer see me reeling
Paint the sky upon the ceiling

That's pulse

I'm in love with catholics
I'm in love with your blue cars
I'm in love with the words that scream
We are so stupid, we all dream
I'm in love with Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon

I'm in love with fools like you
I'm in love with doing the twist
I'm in love with the bodies that scream
They fall so far, they fall so far
I'm in love with The Supremes
Oh baby love

I'm in love with Sophia Loren
I'm in love with Bridget Bardot
I'm in love with the whole dumb scene
I'm so in love, you know what I mean
I'm in love with Anthea and Donna
All that shit that goes
Uptown top ranking

I'm in love with the factory
I'm in love with the BBC
I'm in love with your T.V.
They're so in love with you and me
I'm in love with a nuclear bomb it falls
I'm in love with shopping city dreams
I'm in love with real men
They go through the
Air for oxygen

Love is just a car like you
That turns so blue and turns so blue
No blue cars will run my world
No playboys will black my word
I would walk a million smiles
For one of your miles Bob

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you, we love you, we love you
We love you

play another wedding song
a wedding song goes on and on
see the churches falling down
this is only in your mind
we're useless
we're useless
all their dresses stand so white
all the brides are all in white
play another wedding song
a wedding song goes on and on
we're useless
we're useless
walking on the paper ruins
shoes and rice and one two three
picking through the plastic ruins
of my useless memory
make a line of useless women
make a line of useless men
love me love me love me love
again again again again
we're useless
we're useless
completely

see the people dead in cars
see their bodies bleed
i know he's so dead and gone
i think that is free
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his eyes with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
in the eastern carpet store
he is made of dreams
put his picture on the wall
just where the mirror gleams
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his face with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
his power's all around his feet
there's flowers in his heart
if you take the needles out
his body falls apart
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
we cut his hands with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
make a god of politics
make a god of police
worship it with automobiles
worship it with screams
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his feet with razorblades
and out of him comes foul white light
make a god of useless drivel
sew it at the seams
float it down the river
where the sewage is the sea
his body is upon the wall
his teeth are sharp and white
he cuts his teeth with razorblades
and out of him came stupid light
that's flowers

This is my shirt
This is yours
And this is called a dream
It must be the soap you use
And mine is called So Kleen

It was so well advertised
All day on channel nine
We live in the soap commercial
We are all a lie
Listen to this, listen to this
Listen to this, listen to this

I live in the factory
And we are all the same
I live in the family
And all the traffic screams

It was so well advertised
All day on channel nine
We live in the soap commercial
We are all a lie
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Channel nine
Soap commercial, soap commercial
Soap commercial.

Shine
I heard her sing
I need a voice given anything
All I want to dream
Flattery

Days that never come
To shine a light on the damage done
Somedays without a sound
I feel the dark even closer now
I wear it, a winter coat
I'm far away but not far enough
What's true is torn
And shouted down
The world's at my feet
And it turns when I speak
And it shines

Shine and all that is
Comes down upon me
Shine and all that is
Sleep, it never comes
I lay awake
All the shutters drawn
Look at me I'm shamed
My bottle done
I hear her beating down on dirty wings
I feel the room move under me
I'm far away but not far enough
What's true is torn
And out of place
The world's at my feet
And it turns when I speak
And it shines

Shine
I heard her sing
A crooked voice and a dirty wings
Beating under me
Flattery
The world's at my feet
And it turns when I speak
On its drums and its wheels

Shine
Shine and all that is
Comes down upon me
Shine and all that is
Comes down upon me
Shine and all that is
Comes down upon me

Speak, talk to me
Show what I am
And cannot be, talk
Entertain me
Why the want for all that I can't touch
And all that I can't see?
Why the want for all that I can't speak?
And what is mine?
And all I see
Speak to me
And what is yours?
Entertain me
Sing, read to me
Sell what I am
Sell what I feel
Sleep, walk to me
Why the want for all that I can't touch
And all that I can't see?
Why the need for all that I can't speak?
And what is mine?
And all I see
Talk to me
And what is yours?
Entertain me
And what is mine?
And what I see
Speak to me
And what is you?
Entertain me
Entertain me
Speak, entertain me
Talk to me
Don't talk to me
Spell, pay for me
Spell, spell lie for me
Spell, spell want for me
Sing, read to me
Walkie talk and tambourine
Stop, here it comes again
Here it comes again

the air here tastes like poison
the traffic moves on broken roads
the river runs like silver
my own feelings let me down
she's 14 and she's fading
there's a wasted year for
every train that passes
she is leaving someday
someday never comes
this road is poison
walk me to the wheels
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don't forget me boys
tired of waiting in the cheap seats
she is haunted by her failure here
the river runs like silver
my own feelings let me down
she's 24 and feels it
like a wasted year
for every day that passes
she is leaving one day
one day never comes
this road poison
walk me to the wheels
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don't forget me boys
in monday morning houses down
through gravel yards and dirty smoke
to somewhere on the sky line
what i feel is still the same
she's 40 and afraid that there's
a wasted life for every town that passes
she is leaving here but
nothing here remains
this road is poison
walk me to the wires
i fear for my life
this road is poison
lovers coo goodbye
singing don't forget me boys

And voices louder now
Not loud enough
The world around you crawls
And sleeps in other beds
And never mind
I see no time
And there's not time enough
To burn it all away
I see no hands to hold
No faith to praise
No celebration no parade
Should god forget you
And all their faces say
There's nothing owed
There's nothing owed you
It gets too dark
It gets much darker now
Your lies around you fall
On all your plans
On all your wasted time
You watching second hands
Make second hand
And faith's for those who pray
But all your tears are gone
And thrown away
And there's no cause to take his place
Should god forget you
And all their faces say
There's nothing owed
There's nothing owed you
I see no time
And there's not time enough
To burn it all away
I see no hands to hold
No faith to praise
And voices louder now
Not loud enough
The world around you crawls
And sleeps in other beds
And never mind
No celebration no parade
Should god forget you
And all their faces say
There's nothing owed
There's nothing owed you
And there's no cause to take his place
Should god forget you
And all their faces say
There's nothing owed
There's nothing owed you

A thousand rainy days
And I spoke on tongues that talk of saints
Burned down days like cigarettes
For your hollow praise
Down the days that you forget
Count the pictures that you keep
Keep it, hide it all away
Let it never show
All of this and I regret
Not a day that I was sent
Celebrated and arose
For your vanity in vain
Framed the faces I applaud
All the same sad eyes
Write the world between the lines
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
Like a name I call my life
Let it never show
All of this I now regret
Not a day that I was sent
Not a name that I might place
Not at my parade
In the four walls of my room
Standing where I wait
Others praised and I can't come
Tore the pictures off my walls
There's a secret that I keep
Let it never show
All of this I now regret
Not a day that I was sent
All of this I now regret
Not a name that I might place
Not at my parade
Framed the faces I applaud
All the same sad eyes
Write the world between the lines
I heard it all, I heard it spoke
In the four walls of my room

Here comes dawn today
To light the candles
Burn for you
Here comes dawn again
To burn the both ends down
Here he comes again
Who wants to turn the world for you
Here he comes again
Who can't believe at all
Here comes your parade
Down all the miles for you
Here comes your parade
To light the flags for you
I come wide awake
To shake a dream from out of view
I come wide awake
To lay them all away
Here comes your parade
To turn the world for you
Here comes your parade
Down all the miles for you
Here comes your parade
Down all the miles for you
Down all the miles for you
Here comes your parade
Here comes your parade
To turn the world for you
Here comes your parade
Down all the miles of you
Here comes dawn again
To light the candles
Burn for you
Here comes dawn again
To burn the both ends down
Here comes your parade
Down all the miles for you
Here comes your parade
To light the flags for you

this day is not my life
the passing time is not my life
the thorn that's in my side
is all these scenes that we regret
the wasted words we can't forget
through the windows of my room
i hear the traffic breathing slowly
someplace miles away
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house
your dreams are not my life
these broken words are not my life
your lies are none of my invention
your promises were not plan
now the party girls have gone
i hear the rattle of their heels
before their footsteps fade
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house
the passing time is not my life
i've been counted down and shouted out
i had everything i wanted
nothing i can't rise above
to let it show was not my plan
headlines and frontpages
sell weddings and divorces
make promises pay
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house

crooked heals on battered boots
shoot down ragged miles
i'm coming home
i'm like a girl
in all her rags
and all her pearls
i hear her talk
through vicious teeth
sing god is gone
stop hanging on my sleeve
and i can't speak
and all of that will never please
a hollow moon hung like a heart
stars like dirty sparks
on dirty seas
and never seen
and all of that
and all of these
i hear her dust
fall at her feet
and christ and all his crows
can't keep it neat
so what of me
and all that i don't wanna be
a bitter taste
a bitter pill
says nothing's ever true
and ever will become of me
or make a sense of
what i see
on broken nerves
in ragged clothes
eyes that never close
stare back at me
and never see
and holler names
and follow me
what's written now
you can't erase
and pages from my past
get in my way
for one of why
i make a stand
or take a side

Lit like halloween
And roadtop signs
That I can't read
Dream from out of place
And aimed at empty songs
That he said
On knees I wait
From falling off my feet
And god is gold
Dust a shallow grave
Will follow you and me
And fall on you
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Red light or green
Scared but I can't speak
Paved boredom grey
Take what I need
From out of place
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Lit like halloween
They nailed up signs
But I can't see
And tongues that sing like breathe
Impersonate you, me, you
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In down my sleep repeat
Say what I said
A mirror tries to fill my time
A boredom eyes blind
With all that's yours that you call lives
And aimed at empty songs and he said
A mirror tries to fill my time
A boredom eyes blind
With all that's yours that you call lives
I don't mine
Sleep comes
It's like a dream
And conversation speaks
In made up lines repeat
Say what I said
Say what I said

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Written By BUTLER, RICHARD/ASHTON, JOHN/BUTLER, TIMOTHY
<i>Lyrics &copy; EMI Music Publishing</i>

A banker in a tired suit
Is counting in his head
He's standing in your overcoat
He's lying on your bed
President gas is tap dancing
For the banker he's a thief
He isn't very honest
But he's obvious at least

You and I are walking past yeah
Having lost our way
We don't count our money
We are giving it away
Yeah giving it away

This policeman is just sitting down
In sunglases and dirt
Undercover now at least
So nobody gets hurt
They go through this pantomime
They do it everyday
They'll be back again tomorrow
But they don't play for free

You and I are walking past yeah
Having lost our way
We don't count our paper
We are giving it away
Yeah giving it away

doesn't this remind you
Of these things we've done before
Like counting all the times
We've seen ourselves in other scenes
Everybody's busy
Listening and pulling blinds
This is all so stupid
We're just shouting
I want you

You and I are walking past yeah
Having lost our way
We don't count our money
We are giving it away
Yeah giving it away

Lets stay forever now

There's an army on the dance floor
It's a fashion with a gun my love
In a room without a door
A kiss is not enough in
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
They'd put us on a railroad
They'd dearly make us pay
For laughing in their faces
And making it our way
There's emptiness behind their eyes
There's dust in all their hearts
They just want to steal us all
And take us all apart
But not in
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
So swallow all your tears my love
And put on your new face
You can never win or lose
If you don't run the race