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We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight
We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night
Don't screw it up. Don't be a hero.
'Cause we don't need them.
Be a panther or a poet.
Someone to light the beacon.

And I wonder, is a new day dawning?
And I wonder, is it around the corner?
I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men?
Do they go on and on and on?

Prepare to lose.
Prepare to harden to distress.
This ain't your system.
You're just second-generation business.
So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero.
'Cause we don't need them.
No political immunity.
To save your position.

And I wonder, is a new day dawning?
And I wonder, is it around the corner?
I wonder, are the fighting men still fighting men?
Do they go on and on and on?

You can't relax, just 'cause you're socially secure.
If you've forgot what you're fighting for.
We could effect a cause.
So don't screw it up. Don't be a hero.
'Cause we don't need them.
Frustration is a speed of the people and they let it lead them

Uncharted wrecks of wonder
In deepest gloom down under
The drowning men are drawing near

We're the subterranean vandals
Tying air lines around door handles
Adventures don't venture here

We're the drowning men
We're the drowned men

The mutant freaks fantastical
Knife's edge, unreal or actual
Ambition stunted, the future fated

Shall we rise from sunken places
Walk the streets, unnatural, graceless
Wipe the smile from your faces
If we can make it

Blank-faced,
Was this what our elders taught?
Dim the lights and live like story book.
I can't focus for the pinball.
I'm all shook up and I think I see it all.
But I know that it ain't that simple.

I got loose.
Up on the roof.
Waiting for you.

Two-faced,
Was this was out elders taught?
We're human too,
indulge in small talk.
I take a walk down the alley.
Some drunk half-kills me.
We're fighting on the floor for a ha'penny

I got loose.
Up on the roof.
Waiting for you.

Well, I guess I'm waiting for the punchline.
I'm a refugee with a rare find.
I've got a place where I can unwind.

I got loose.
Up on the roof.
Waiting for you.
We'll hide

We're out on a limb.
Should we let the newboys in?
We think they can't do no harm.
Let's humour them.
But they need some passion inside.
They take it like a cigarette.
They feel it when it breaks their minds.
In their lungs and in their chests.
No regrets.

They didn't tell me.
They'd been there for so many years.
I don't know what to do.
I think I love you, you love me too?
Is it really true.

You can't want me.
You can't need me.
You can't love me, see.

You can't want me.
You can't need me.
You can't have me, see.

Well, I feel like I'm at sea.
The plank's beneath my feet.
Inevitably we two must meet again.
But they're going to extremes.
They're feeling quite at ease.
They fight with brain instead of power.
And no-one wins.
There's no answers.

Now newboys quarrel,
they're bitching, they tangle.
A tendency to intellectualise,
they won't let things be.
Your conversation locks my door.
Then throws away the key.
You can't help me.

What's left in the wheelchair?
Who bothers what's in there?
Who worries what life's like on wheels?

No body to speak of.
No willpower, voice, love.
Who intends to steer us?

On wheels.

I'm some new kind of great explorer.
I sink the lowest, I go further.
I'm sailing on the 'Lucky Dragon'
I'm ready for whatever happens.
Living out the life unstable.
Men like animals, untameable.

On wheels

What's left in the wheelchair?
A taste of life and death together.
I wish this embrace could last forever

Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting
Maybe - maybe a fool for following
The god of wisdom, not of love

But I'm riding with the new church
I'm riding with the new church
Relying on the new church
And a new word

Hang on - if you hang on to faith and meekness
Before long, it's power for the strong
It's twisted into something evil
Something wrong

So, I'm riding with the new church
I'm riding with the new church
Relying on the new church
And a new word

So long - goodbye to the blind and the weaklings
Be strong - I'll do what I want
I'll follow my feelings
I'll go where they lead me

Strength within you, not without you
The new church needs you

The great British mistake was looking for a way out,
Was getting complacent, not noticing
The pulse was racing.
The mistake was fighting.
The change, was staying the same.
It couldn't adapt so it couldn't survive,
Something had to give.
The people take a downhill slide into the gloom.
Into the darn recesses of their minds.

I swoop over your city like a bird.
I climb the high branches and observe.
Into the mouth, into the soul.
I cast a shadow that swallows you whole.
I swoop, I climb, I cling, I suck,
I swallow you whole.

String out the drip-feed, they're losing their world,
They're losing their hard boys and magazine girls.
Advert illegal, T.V. as outlaw, motive as spell.
They'll see the books burn. They'll be 451,
It's people against things and not against each other.
Out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves.
They're the great British mistake.
The genie's out of the bottle, call in the magician.
They didn't mean to free him, devil behind them,
devil in the mirror, chained to their right hands.
They're the great British mistake.
They'll have to come to terms now, they'll take it out somehow.
They'll blame it all on something.
The British mistake - when will it be over?
How can they avoid it?

The great British mistake.
The great British mistake.
The great British mistake

Life's short, don't make a mess of it.
To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it.
No chances, no plans.
I'll smash the windows of my box.
I'll be a madman.
It's no time to be 21,
To be anyone.

Hold back, see what you miss of it.
Out of the shadows, into the thick of it.
No maybes, no guessing.
I'm getting wound up.
The plot sickens.
It's no time to be 21,
To be anyone.

Strip down to the bare facts of it.
Into the cold heart, no hope and all that shit.
No chances, no plans.
I think I'll be somebody else.
Or else a madman.
It's no time to be 21,
To be anyone.

We'll be your untouchables.
We'll be your outcasts.
We don't care what you projects on us.
It's no time to be 21