Cut your hair in front of businessmen Kill yourself and censor health Destroy words and ignore their truth Wanna die and have never worked I feel like
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Obedience to the law is free desire Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting
(David Lowery/Victor Krummenacher/Chris Nolla/Jonathan Segel/Greg Lisher) Every day, I get up and pray to Jah And he increases the number of clocks by
Written by: gillespie/beattie Here she comes again With vodka in her veins Been playing with a spike She couldn't get it right Splendour in silver dress
Here I am in Amsterdam I like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got BBC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks
A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you Stopping the summer once for you Experience is lost on me, I am melancholia eternally But I still smile
Paralysis through analysis Yellow moral unclean decay Silence begins to help me now The sunshine it fades away Symbols have now disappeared How could
I wrote for luck They sent me you I sent for juice They sent me poison I hold the line You form a queue Try nothing hard There's nothing else you can
Need someone to nurse me Reach out for the first person I see Comforts the helpless, sole vanity Caressing the broken heart of me The difference between
There's something wrong somewhere here So through unclean streets I made my way With holes in my shoes And my children asleep at my feet I paid my way
understand He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last of the secret agents And he's my man He's the last of the secret agents And
Now the birds speak in secret rhythms and the trees bark in secret sounds and the people rush in secret thought and they push the thoughts into the shape
Dare you believe in something never seen before [bridge] Secrets soon to be secrets soon to be told Take another look at the open book Secrets soon to be secrets
Muskhil Badi Tu hai Kaha Muskhil Badi Tu hai Kaha (Words in Indi, meaning "There is a lot of trouble, where are you?")
no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language
on board. This Hardy's not for kissing? Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliche or in rhyme. Instead let's talk the secret language
I have found my way to live in light. You fill me with the eteral brath. Carefully warmin' on my shoulders, you make me shine, in a black embrace [PRE
I swear there's something in the water out here And they might have had too much Or maybe I've not had enough Anyway the coast is always clear I just