You’re sitting at home These visions in your head You’re all alone With your mind just full of dread You start to wonder Why it’s like it was before You’re going under In your own personal war
All you’ve got are these memories Repeated visions of what you’ve done I can’t help you if you’re not telling me You start to wonder where it’s all gone
Depressing your ego With visions of the past You won’t let me go And that’s all I ask Your time’s been wasted Trying to repeat all the good times It’s me that you hated But you kept ignoring all the signs
All you’ve got are these twisted visions Repetition, repetition of what you’ve done I can’t help you make your decision Strange to be nostalgic when you’re only 21*
*lifted word for word from the Partisans ‘Only 21’ – because it’s a great line!
Don’t tell me about logic I got ten fingers I can count Don’t confuse me with long words Just go ahead and spit it out You say logic is to maintain ease Will someone explain what you mean, please?
Standing next to nothing Makes me look so good I would give everything You know that, if I could Next to nothing is all I had But that’s all you can take away Nothing multiplied to make even more Now there’s nothing else to say
Certain changes come Just like the seasons Just as easy to predict But difficult to see reasons You changed from a swelter And led me to find shelter I could see the changes come But waited until you were done Hard now to find a reason Cos you will change again next season
I’d sit in the pub but there are no seats I’d count seven days but it would be a couple of weeks I’d come and see you if I knew who you were I’d act like a dog but like a cat, I’d purr I’d tell you what I wanted if I knew what it was Even if I knew I’d tell you because Because I’d sit in pubs…..
We are delivered screaming from the womb From then on we are given very little room If you try to make some, they point their fingers of blame We are born screaming and we will die the same
I heard this story on the news today 25 dead in a crash on the motorway The cars just piled up one on one on one Down the inside lane over a mile long And mummy said – call me when you arrive That was the last time she ever saw her son alive 25 dead in crash Donate your cash 25 dead in crash Donate your cash “My wife died – she was so young Was so pretty and full of fun So I’ll take any money you want to give Now at last is my chance to live Sorry, you know I didn’t mean it Give me money – every little bit!” 25 dead in crash Let’s crash for cash
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