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

Red wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your armsCheap

I’ll drown my beliefsTo have your babiesI’ll dress like your nieceAnd

the next World WarAn angel at my doorI am

Moonies are up on the mountainThe lunatics have taken

turn nasty now, the dusts of HellA pillar of

got some nerve coming hereYou got some nerve coming

Thom: Chicken Licken! Goosey Loosey!Have you got your flying goggles mate?Thom:

years of waitingNothing cameAs your life flashed before your

around hereEveryone is so nearIt's holdin' onIt's holdin'

Banana CoWe really love you, and we need youAnd

you such a dreamerTo put the world to rights?I'll

get any big ideasThey're not gonna paint your

running out the you were here beforeCouldn't look

us?Why not someone else, not us?The cameras are turnin'

walking outIn a force ten galeBirds thrown aroundBullets for

ghoulsRun Manchester schoolsSpineless swinesCemented mindsSir leads the troopsJealous of

umPart, part of the reason for coming out again is

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your

Take youYou don't remember, you don't rememberYou don't remember