A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky. They burn to light our mission. But it's just a million lonely hearts. Strung out from never asking why. We burn with blind ambition. . I
Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the bishop and
Here we stand -. (remote control buttons in our sweaty little hands). As one man -. (we're lining up and waiting for someone's command). We don't move -. (we sent out for food, get the news on vi
Big shot, tell you what. Tell me what goes on around here. Go on and get me in the corner. Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer. Tell me that this world is no place for the weak. Then you can lo
Mother doesn't go out any more. Just sits at home and rolls her * eyes. But every weekend through the door. Come words of wisdom from the world outside. . If you want to know about the bishop and
Wake up, got another day to get through now. Got another man to see. Got to call him on the telephone. Got to find a piece of paper. . Sit down, got another letter to write. Think I'll got to ge
Now - the mist across the window hides the lines. . But nothing hides the colour of the lights that shine. . Electricity so fine. Look and dry your eyes. We're - so tired of all the darkness in
Fools in love, well are there any other kind of lovers?. Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?. . Everything you do, everywhere you go now. Everything you touch, everything you feel. Ev
Everything. Everything gives you cancer. Everything. Everything gives you cancer. There's no cure, there's no answer. Everything gives you cancer. . Don't touch that dial. Don't try to smile.
Don't you feel like trying something new. Don't you feel like breaking out or breaking us in two. You don't do the things that I do. You want to do the things I can't do. Always something breaking
Fools in love, well are there any other kind of lovers?. Fools in love, is there any other kind of pain?. . Everything you do, everywhere you go now. Everything you touch, everything you feel. Ev
Feelin' low. Rockin' slow. I want to go. Right back where I belong. . Way down south in birmingham. I mean south in alabam'. There's an old place where people go. To dance the night away. .
Big shot, tell you what. Tell me what goes on around here. Go on and get me in the corner. Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer. Tell me that this world is no place for the weak. Then you can lo