in the shadowsCheer at the gallowsThis is a

got some nerve coming hereYou got some nerve coming

mongrel cat came homeHolding half a headProceeded to show

breath of the morning, I keep forgettin'The smell of

jumps in a week, I bet youThink that's pretty

bitter and twistedHe knows what he wantsHe wants to

1: Wakko love me like I was a brotherThey

do notUnderstandWhat it isI've done wrongFull of holesCheck for

you were here beforeI couldn't look you in the

you were here before, couldn't look you in the

look you in the eyeYou look like a angelYour skin

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're

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

for the rag and bone manOver my dead bodySomething

Age coming, Ice Age comingLet me hear both sidesLet

do you want from me, now you got me?Now

motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

will stop, I will stop at nothingSay the right

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your