Transport, motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe emptiest

is the placeSit down, you’re safe been

in the shadowsCheer at the gallowsThis is a

it's me, I just got off the trainA frightening

Let's rock and do not understandWhat it is I've

let out of the bottleIt is now the witching

a gap in betweenThere's a gap where we meetWhere

slip awayI slipped on a little white

morning bellThe morning bellLight another candle meRelease

had these jeans since I was bornAnd now they're

thinking about youYour records are hereYour eyes are on

my mindAnd nailed into my heelsAll the timeKilling what

might be wrong, I might be wrongI could have

Who's in a bunker? x2Women and children firstAnd the children firstAnd

get the stink offHe's been hanging 'round for daysComes

walking outIn a force ten galeBirds thrown aroundBullets for

good, drowningThis one, it's drowningThis one, it's drowningThis one, it's

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

That song's for people who think they’re stars, and so is