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Slowly, slowly all fall down
A blindfold dance and a 1,2,3
No mistake where they always emphasize security
Draw the curtains, shut the door, the heater's on
I couldn't ask for more
I pull the sheets right overhead
Snuggle, snuggle safe in bed
Take the wight right off my shoulder
Misery claims much too late
Bow the head or grip the sabre
Vermichten regenerate
Bright eyed young inherit all
treading down upon the fallen
They was drawn towards the Hum
Plenty more where they come from.
Slowly, slowly all fall down
A blindfold dance and a 1,2,3
Swarm upset the gentle lamb
A hive don't hold no humble bee!
Slowly, slowly, out it came,
Tendencies that weren't the same
And they were drawn towards the Hum
Plenty more where We come from.
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Back to square one, and the old school backfire
It's just begun, let's watch the blind eyes turning
Stains on the wall, been waiting far too long now
Nice day, blue sky, I watch them shrug their shoulders
Tighten the grip (getting tighter)
Now see the ball is rolling
We take delight, it's been a long wait for this moment.
Back to square one, another empire backfire
Back to square one, another empire backfire
SIgn of the time, blood pressure running high now
Nowhere to dance, which channel can you turn to?
We take delight, we watch them shrug their shoulders
Let's take delight, it's been a long wait for this moment.
Back to square one (now it's my turn)
Another Empire backfire
Back to square one (now it's your turn)
And the old school backfire...
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Idle toying, worship the whore,
Forbidden was bidden,
kiss turned to gnaw
Indolent minds, broken rules
The grey land is falling,
Laugh at the fools
We have Joy - We have Joy!
We was drunk, intoxicate
No time for doubt, no time, no late
I saw the laughing one - this was the West
he said "take your spear and puncture the flesh"
We have Joy! - We have Joy!
We was drunk, intoxicate
No time for doubt, no time, no late
Brandish the weapon, Sound out the din
We feeling red now - time to move in
We have Joy - We have Joy!
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Take a walk to the new town, take a look around
Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound
They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside
Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried
And the bodies go by barely half awake
Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
It's such a nice environment I'm in
I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake.
All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear
All but the few ever notice anything at all.
I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap
The second hand really moves quite fast - I'd never thought of that
And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside
It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried.
And the bodies go by barely half awake
Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
It's such a nice environment I'm in
I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake.
All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear
All but the few ever notice anything at all
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There was a rhyme that wasn't a rhyme
In a time that wasn't a time
There was a place that wasn't a place
There was a race that wasn't a race
But I lived in a city no-one knew
Thousands of people, indecisions
Chained in by sorrow everyone
Started to wonder how it all begun
Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens
Queues went for miles and millions to come
Fall of because write us a few
Friend kept complaining and joined the queue!
Still was a place that wasn't a place
Still a race that wasn't a race
Had to find it, it wasn't 'round here
Such a thought - a simple idea
Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit
Music was playing, wine to drink
Women of scarlet, faces of flame
Laughter and argue, ever the same
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Attack behind attack
A war behind a war
Wise thoughts to broad horizons
A nation, the very least
Such simplicity, advance to find myself
He didn't see such simplicity
Hope is for the loser
Certainty to be
Pleasure of the winner
Certainty to be
Take now or stay the same!
Attack behind attack
A war behind a war
Wise thoughts to broad horizons
A nation, the very least
Such simplicity, advance to find myself
He didn't see such simplicity
Hope is for the loser
Certainty to be
Pleasure of the winner
Certainty to be
Take now or stay the same!
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Extreme nature panic plays anothertune
Drastic measures taken round by all
Four years - four minutes still turns my insides out
I can't help thinking of the cowering families
Inside the hatred builds
Spit out the contents later
So we can - Have a nice day now
I had a word with the old man at the gate
Recollections, anticipated days
The poor old cloth capped man had problems
Fitting in pitch fork victories in the next campaign
And down his garden path he stopped dead in his tracks
I saw the old man's face so sad
Extreme nature panic plays anothertune
Drastic measures taken round by all
Four years - four minutes still turns my insides out
I can't help thinking of the cowering families
Inside the hatred builds
Spit out the contents later
So we can - Have a nice day now
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Land of - better change your tune now
Milk and - oh so negative
Honey - and we're so content now
Land of - Land of Milk and Honey
And you never even know when it's standing right before you
'Cos always watching the detective film about
How it's not on 93rd Street always misses golden opportunities
Land of - better change your tune now
Milk and - oh so negative
Honey - and we're so content now
Land of - Land of Milk and Honey
One up three to go, all the hidden motives
Like daytime airplay - hah- cocktail Saturday
And the silver disc upon the wall means success
So they tell me
Land of - better change your tune now
Milk and - oh so negative
Honey - and we're so content now
Land of - Land of Milk and Honey
Change the tune now, sales go dwindle
Change the subject next new single
Change the tune now, sales go dwindle
Change the subject next new single
Land of Milk and Honey
Land of - Milk and Honey
Land of.
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Bright clothes and smiles and we'll talk sunshine
Although the light bulb's dim
And my beach ball is getting dusty
And the fun wears thin - thin.
It's much the same everywhere
Diversions right and we're ready to dance
Complacency seemed to kill the cat
Curiosity led me on
On what foundation is your pedestal built
The great architect to a tower block
And Uncle Sam says it's not long now
And we can play our way
My Marvel comic says a hawkheaded man
Led to a brighter day
It's much the same everywhere
We're getting ready and we're ready to dance
Happy, so happy, I just accept the way things are
I'll stick to songs - that's real
So happy
La la la la aah
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