back to sci fi lullabies Beautiful Ones 1 October 14, 1996 01. beautiful ones 02. young men 03. the sound of the street

Beautiful Ones
Oh, high on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bit to the hit,
Oh, drag acts, drug acts, suicide, in your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again,
Oh, cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik, yeah,
Oh, shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la, la, la, la
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat,
Oh, high on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bit to the hit,
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones, la, la, la, la
Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones
Oh, you don't think about it,
You don't do without it,
Because you're beautiful, yeah, yeah
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me, la, la
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me, wow, wow
And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

 
Young Men
Oh, Tony only reads Asian babes
Oh, Danny's doing Doves down the raves
Oh, Terry drinks his money away
Oh God, and his sons play drums all day
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men, young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons,
Are the young men, young men, young men
Here we, here we go again
Oh, Les says punk isn't dead
Oh, Mick is not impeccably bred
Oh, Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh God, and Phil's still off his head
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men, young men
You are the ones, are the system, are the sons,
Are the young men, young men, young men
Here we, here we go again
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men, young men,
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons,
Are the young men, young men
Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies,
It's the young men, young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son,
It's the young men, young men
Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs,
It's the young men, young men
Boozing on the train, P-45's and cheap champagne
It's the young men, young men, young men, uh, uh, uh


The Sound Of The Streets
She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
The cash machines are laughing
As plastic people passing
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's insane as anything, ah
She sees the midnight taxis
The toilets and the backstreets
She feels the wheels and needs a line
Outside there's crazy parties
There's painted faces laughing
So many ways to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's insane as anything, ah
She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
Inside she feels like winter
For the child that died within her
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's insane as anything, ah, ah

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