Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday -
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for
(chorus)
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys
Always should be someone you really love
Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr sch�n
But we haven't been introduced
(chorus)
Grunge Song - Austin Lounge Lizards
This is the part of the song that's really quiet
We play very soft, it sounds like a ballad
And this is the part where we play real hard
It's much louder than at the beginning
And we go back to the quiet part again
If the whole song was this way, it would be boring
So we go back to playing loud
It's like the first time, but slightly louder
This is where the obligatory solo goes
Needlessly repetitive and self-indulgent
Yeah, we go back to playing loud
It's like the first time, but even louder
This is usually the place where it would be quiet again
But we don't want it to be too pre - dictable
Predictable, predictable
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are humberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you
Would they angry if I though of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Goodnight Saigon - Billy Joel
We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives
We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might
We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together