Riding on my Trident with my cycle slut Going up to Scouse land but the town was shut Gonna ride the ferry to the Isle of Man Gonna ride the TT gonna
There's something going down on the other side of town. Smoke rising. City burning down - Mr. AK47 Now there's burning and looting all down the street
Got a feeling someone's watching me From the supermarket store playing hide and seek Hanging on the ceiling and they never sleep Everywhere I go I see
See that man dressed in black Pass him by don't look back Keep in a line and walk straight ahead One false move could be dead 'Cos he's an underground
There's a bomb in London There's a bomb in Belfast There's a bomb in Berlin There's a bomb in Paris And it's burning down your world There's a bomb in
A child is born with a gun in his hand. He knows one day he has to kill another man. But that was some time, some place long ago. So tell me, how can
Quite often I get a thinking How as kids we got by Like christmas time in our house We couldn't even afford a fire But we made do in our house Back then
well i live in a car, yeah i live in a car well i ain't got no television set or stereo cos i live in a car don't try to call me up on the telephone cos
Last night I see you you were howling at the moon If I ever see you again it will be too soon The house that you live in will burn down to the ground
Don't you worry. Don't you moan. We're all living in a casualty zone. Drink yourself silly. Were you a victim of your own neurosis? Did you band
You're off the street into your car. Step on the gas before too far. Lights are flashing into your mirrors sirens wail. Killer cops are showing in
I'm hanging on a limbo tree All the birds they shit on me Somebody get a knife Cut me down don't leave me here for dead For dead For dead For dead Pull
Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Why does the pressure get to me Why does life have to be So fucking irritating Everybody
See that man dressed in black Pass him by and don't look back Keep in a line and walk straight ahead Make one false move could be dead 'Cos he's an underground
We don't (No!) Need your (No!) Publicity Machine. We don't (No!) Need your (No!) Squeaky clean We don't (No!) Need you (No!) You're full of crap.
Get my kicks on speed A fast car is all I need Get my kicks on you A lot of time little to do [Chorus] Kicks for depression Need my kicks for my aggression
I'm so violent I need mental guidance I'm so bitter over you I go out drinking It stops me thinking 'Cause I'm so twisted over you Get out of my way
Queen of the pinups. That's what you are. I get so excited. There you go. The sisterhood of fantasy. So you tell me. You spread your magic just like
