I donāt believe that elvis is dead yeah
For a minute there, I lost myselfā¦ I lost myself.
I must confess
Girl, yes, I wanna be your lover
Take a chance, my love is like no other
On the dance floor getting down
Hold tight, Iāll never let you down
My love is definitely the key
Like Boyz II Men Iām on bended knee
Loving you, not like your brother, aw yeah
I want to be your lover
I hear what you sayā¦
Look into my eyes and itās easy to see
One and one makes two, two and one makes three,
It was destiny.
Once every hundred thousand years or so
When the sun doth shine
And the moon doth glow and the grass doth grow.
I wish that I had known in that first minute we met
The unpayable debt that I owed you.
Because youād been abused by that bone that refused you
And you hired me to make up for that.
Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms
Those singing morphine alarms out of tune
Kept you sleeping and even, and I didnāt believe them
When they called you a hurricane thunderclap.
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile.
You didnāt talk for awhile, you were freezing.
You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone
And so you told me I ought to be leaving
But something kept me standing by that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead I took care of you.
You made me sleep and uneven, and I didnāt believe them
When they told me that there was no saving you.
And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the Patriot Game.
We live in the shadows and we
Had the chance and threw it away
And itās never going to be the same
'Cause the years are falling by like the rain
Itās never gonna be the same
'Til the life I knew comes to my house and says
Hello, hello (itās good to be back)
Hello, hello (itās good to be back)
Hello, hello (itās good to be back)
āI say, Charles, donāt you ever crave
To appear on the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Motherās bridal veil?ā
Brilliant song.
I love the way he rants against the monarchy and then surmises that was it to ādieā we would see the growth of other āoppressorsā like the pub and the church.
A few years later came his racist bile of course.
Is that Gary Glitter?
A very under rated song ā¦ He has some unbelievable lyrics splashed across his songs and yet heās a wankerā¦ I suppose weāre all contradictions at the end of the day.
Oasis actually
England for the English!
Hereās to Geno, hereās to Eddie
Hereās to sad songs Big O sings
Hereās a letter from Elvis Presley
Big Tom is still the King!
Youāve loved me as a loser
Now youāre worried that I just might win
You think you know the way to stop me
But you donāt have the discipline
Thatās it, sir
Youāre leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children
God loves his children, yeah
My girlfriendās run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tails of drunkenness and cruelty
She says thereās ants in the carpet
Dirty little monsters
Eating all the morsels
Picking up the rubbish