We do the best we can To avoid injury and pain Except for some morons Who find pleasure in that game Hit me – if you can To make you feel a man Hit me – if you can To make you feel a better man
Terrified
I’m terrified of losing It took me this long to realize The power that you’re using I can see it in your eyes How can Iet you go When I don’t want to let you go And I do want to let you go Though I don’t want to let you know
Patriotism
Your patriotism makes me sick ‘Cos you can’t support what you believe I know you’re wrong – ‘cos I’ve seen better If I get the chance I think I’ll leave
Am I plastic or maybe metal Can’t remember if I’m mental A portion of the poison Has infected my left side Sometimes I walk in a stupor Like my brain’s been stir fried But I’m so afraid of my thought My crosses have become noughts This is what I was taught
Deserted streets cold and grey Snow and sleet near every day Deserted streets grey and cold This is Russia – So I’m told Oh … And it’s full of Russians Who live in cold grey homes They probably use the same bank as us So they can get their loans …. Maybe?
The worrier died early in life Left two children and a lovely wife Maybe if he hadn’t worried so much He’d still be here to touch Cancer Carcrash Disaster Disease Murder Is life even worth the bother?
If I thought you would understand what I mean I wish that everything had remained a dream A nightmare it has become to seem Just please don’t kill my queen
