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Your savage mind
Has made you deaf dumb blind
Your savage heart is tearing you apart

You, you make me angry
You, you make me angry

You're lost in the crowd

Think I'm proud to be your enemy
Take your hands off of me
You're worse than the thing that possessed me
They way they were
The way they should have been
Annalisa

Annalisa was 15 years

And I, I won't be stupid
State the obvious, pleasant platitude
Bad policies, mega magnitude
Magnificent

My Armada
(Armada)
Armada

Call me up after midnight.
Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right.
What do you want, what do I get?
Did you just need the argument?
Well, bad life.
Cockroach city, lucky for some.
Richest island in the sun.
That's life.

I think it’s just been another bad night
I think it’s just been another bad night
I think it’s just been another bad night
I think it’s just been another bad night

I’m not an actor
I cannot hide away
Whatever I want to say

Scream
A face is raining
Across the border
The pride of history
The same as murder
Is this living
He's been careering
The steady hand as planned

Some unions are based on trust, some unions are a must
Trussed up like a turkey, upside down on a turn key
You and me

Some like it on the other side
Others like to play both sides

I give I give

Like a criminal.
Did you think it could be like on TV?
Where you could be big in your own movie?
Did real life let you down?
A genuine Pygmalion.

(Criminal) Like a criminal.
(No) No good to anyone.

Body and soul, an animal
As a sword, swing double edged
Dig deep down, that monthly frown
You have the tools, to make men fools

Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel
Cruel, cruel, cruel

What you gonna do - When the river runs dry
Put your drills in the mud - Death up in the sky
Should have saved those bottles -
Should have saved those cans
Shouldn't ought'a listen to the plastic man
No more toilet papet - It's gone just like the trees
Do you like the taste of honey - Isn't it best without the bees
Be careful what you're doing - You're messing up my life

Is there a King that can do no wrong?
The crown that sings its very own song
When I play my fiddle, will I see you dance?
You crack this whip and I'll break my lance

You make me feel like an emperor
You make me feel so proud, so sure
So, so secure from the familiar

Farewell my fair-weather friend
Senseless reasoning
You believe what you want to believe
Farewell my fair-weather friend
On you no one can depend
Bad times
Now they must end
Whatever you want it to be

Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Don't look back
Take second best
Number one protect
Self interest

I can only feel and think in the language of
Clinches others have concocted for you
Pre-fabricated, pre-conception
Worn like the walls all around you, all around you

How good to walk with the caprice of God?
How good to talk with the caprice of God?
Build your ivory tower so you can scratch the sky

Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be

Now what does this mean
It means we get the best scenes
When politics talk, the ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted, safe and protected

I can see potential, I can see intention
With a pocket full of seeds, hope keeps me alive
I can see contention, financing situations
Maybe may never be

Drawing you in, drawing you on
Leading you in, taking you on

You make me feel ashamed
At acting attitudes
Remember ridicule
It should be clear by now
clear by now
Your words are useless
Full of excuses
False confidence

I am born in the London
I am no vulture, this is my culture
The loss of nature, ... all listen friends
We come from chaos, you cannot change us
Cannot explain us and that's what makes us
We are the ageless, we are teenagers
We are the focus, of all the hopeless
We are the last traps, we are the last times

I could be wrong. I could be right.
I could be wrong.

I could be wrong, I could be right,
I could be black, I could be white,
I could be right, I could be wrong,
I could be white, I could be black.

Some people got: more kicks than halfpence
And cry for attention, like cracks in the pavement
And all of this pointed, like perfect TV
When you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind


Who gets the mansions - we get the ruins
Same old story

Don't like the look of this old town
What goes up must come down
Character is lost and found
On unfamiliar playing ground
Get out of my world
What in the world
Shoeboxed around the rifle range
Have all your functions rearranged

Think you know the answer?
Think you got all the problems?
Well, why not try and solve them?
Instead of your sitting on them

Solitaire, solitaire

Taking on new projects

We want
Body
We want
We want
Body
We want
We want
Body

This is not a love song
This is not a love song

This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song
This is not a love song

Where can I stand in my uniform?
Cannon fodder, six foot tall
Big and brave, next to my grave
Wait patiently for the death of me

Swings and roundabouts on unfairgrounds
Ground in the ground on the merry-go-rounds

U.S.L.S. 1
S.L.S. 1

U.S.L.S. 1

U.S.L.S. 1
S.L.S. 1

Don't you worry
Worry no more
Your own holocaust to wallow in
Exaggeration in story telling
Merely a statistic in this latitude

Don't you worry
These words are like bullets