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in hospitals and prisons and park benches
I am keeping track of days
By how often I have to shave my underarms
And I hear car alarms echo from city

Going to die
Potato tip
Somebody's
Going to fry
Sick and tired
Of hearing lies
Sick and tired
Of getting by
Point us to the money
There's no sense in get

Going to die
Potato tip
Somebody's
Going to fry
Sick and tired
Of hearing lies
Sick and tired
Of getting by
Point us to the money
There's no sense in get

the victim shivering in bed

Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
And suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do when I

Lizard's high court ruled by Olivia and Phil

Coverack Youth Hostel we're
Coming back soon
We phoned up Phil and he booked us a room
Sweet little Emily will

Willetta

Dear and the Headlights

Drunk Like Bible Times

Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts

Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn
Weeping

paths drowned in wasted years
My own senses are caught unawares 
Future is just another present
Talk to me: any distance is small
I'm like the candle

There's craze
running through this room
stuck in a haze
trying to bloom
No death, no love
but unison
I see it in your face
feel it under my skin

The Rock N Roll Preacher

Subterranean Masquerade

Suspended Animation Dreams

2005

Come and play me
Let my rhythm shake your body
Take a chance, unwarp me
Let my sweet sound was the pain away

Now, I'm here to stay
(Just

Yeah, here you come again
I should have known you'd be around
It makes no sense to me, why we're still alive
You've got weeks to live and I am

choose
i think we prove you got nothing to lose
by following us - in my tongue i trust
to get done what we must swirls of reddust behind me
so hard to find

to the same position...

All is well unofficially
Frozen statues come to visit me
And when I go frozen
Unofficially wide open

My soul for a dollar bill
It's

took your finger to my chest
And signed your name
In cursive letters
All the same
I've long since washed them off
To make some room
For something better

Time flies by,
The calendar is a blaze
Collar open though
It is still early days
Look up to the sky,
The sun seems closer today
My fashion

ear what you want to hear 
Can I touch, touch everywhere the stud on your tongue 
Is letting on it's ready to taste my body.

Chorus
Don't talk about it

Turn It On

Level 42

Level 42

1981

Our dad
would send us to our room
he'd be the voice of doom
he said that we would thank him later
all day
he was solid as a rock
but by eight

Running in the Family [Extended Version]

Level 42

The Remix Collection

1996

Our dad
Would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day
He was solid as a rock
But by eight

Running in the Family

Level 42

Fait Accompli

1989

Our dad would send us to our room
He'd be the voice of doom
He said that we would thank him later
All day he was solid as a rock
But by eight

The one that you were crushin on, he ain't call no more
Got you second guessin, questions bout your sense of worth
Models on your IG frame magnify the hurt

come
you are numb

the hunter coats his knife with
blood one winter's night
licks the blade that takes his life
masked by the elements
his senses unaware

Come undone to watch you break
Show them what you have to lose
Voice of reason lost it's words
Welcome to the great charade
Love me for the man I was

forever in the forest of wandering 
But I sense this vortex has sprung a new branch of promise 
My nose smells the blossom of the angelic 
Here the Shepherd

Contemplating breath
Angel by my side
Giving me the sense
Of a changing tide

When the morning comes
The light, the light
When you've found the one
The light,

by saying I make you sick ye
Too many holes in your speech, it isn't air tight
Your anger misguided, hence you project right
I been going through some