If I get oldI will not give inBut if I do,

you hit me with that note?Shall I stop

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

two, three, Mary come to meFor I am

of joy now scare ourselvesOf all that you

motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

bite through the big wall, the big wall bites

up, said she wanted more of that stuffThe

1: Wakko love me like I was a brotherThey

I wish you'dCome to your sensesCome to your sensesSomehowThat time you

thou wert here beforeI could not look thee in

We're the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

a little child running 'round this houseAnd he never

Can't get the stink offHe's been hanging 'round for daysComes like

touches me, manThese walls are three feet thickWouldn't take

jumped in the river and what did I see?Black-eyed angels

sonraki dünya savaşındaİkiye ayrılmış bir tırın içindeYeniden doğdumAşağı yukarı

I've fallen out of bed from a long and vivid

Take off the foo-fooTake off the clout chaseTake off the Wi-FiTake

a gap in betweenThere's a gap where we meetWhere