Dancing In the mirror You could see her from a mile man She was alright She looked right over her shoulder Right at me I was falling through the floor now She came, over me Help me, oh help me, She's out of her mind Help me, oh help me Somebody tonight Laughing, all night She could tell a funny story She could stay up all night She was someone to remember She was black and white We did it on a sunbed And she did it right Help me, oh help me, She's out of her mind Help me, somebody Oh help me, tonight Prancing, around a low lit light Running rags over her shoulders Red chilli lights She drink you underneath the table She hold you heavenly tight Slap you right across ya white face She make you cry like a child Help me, oh help me, She's out of her mind Help me, oh help me Somebody, tonight Crazy, out of her mind You wanna shoot her wanna love her You can't make up your mind
You wanna tell her all your stories Wanna open your mind You wanna show her how your heart works But she ain't got the time You're fighting, all the time There's nothing working, nothing gaining Just a waste of time You're trying hard to remember All the beautiful times But yer clouded by the bullshit All of the time Loving, on a Saturday night, making love under a blanket With the telly on loud You wanna show her that you love her But there's sex on ya mind Makin' love from watching movies I think I'm doin' it right Help me, oh help me She's out of, her mind Help me, so help me Somebody tonight
Maybe Tomorrow
I've been down and I'm wondering why These little black clouds Keep walking around With me With me It wastes time And I'd rather be high Think I'll walk me outside And buy a rainbow smile But be free They're all free So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home I look around at a beautiful life Been the upperside of down Been the inside of out But we breathe We breathe I wanna breeze and an open mind I wanna swim in the ocean Wanna take my time for me All me So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home
Madame Helga
Mary Mary where you been You've been out all night You ain't got no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the place Where the fire flies glow' Had to slap my white face Pull my head from the clouds And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But ya bring me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night She's been married not once Not twice, but three And that's the livin' lovin' woman I want me to be There were pictures and paintings Of freaks like me So I drank with my devil For my company Had to slap my white face Pull my head from my cloud And I kept Buying and, lying and flying, relying and dying To know what spins her world around Good morning I missed ya But ya bringing me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night Good morning I missed ya But ya bringing me down I saw an Indian roller Today on the line It was the forty eighth hour We fought our forty eighth fight Madame Helga's folly Is where I spent last night
Climbing The Wall
I'm just lying here Thinking to myself again I'm round the bend I've been driving round Talking to myself again Not making no sense What makes you and What makes me What makes men lie Through their teeth And what makes ten-ton birds Fly me across the sea And who's to say, that if the sun went out today That all the movie stars would drive their cars away Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade What's going down? What's going around? I'm climbing the wall I'm just standing here Looking at myself again I'm going blind I'm just sitting here Playing with myself again It's turning me on So what makes you and what makes me What makes women lie through their teeth And what makes ten-ton ships Sail me across the sea And who's to say, that if the sun went out today That all the movie stars would drive their cars away Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade What's going down? What's going around? I'm climbing the wall So what makes you and what makes me What makes people lie through their teeth And what makes ten-ton trains Rail me under the sea And who's to say, that if the sun went out today That all the movie stars would drive their cars away Fallen angels from their pay cheques on parade What's going down? What's going around? I'm climbing the wall
Getaway
Remember when we were angels Before we stole cars And when sex and drugs Lived up in another world... not a care in the world Hide and seek, kissing and running Till you were out of breath In the late night day sun Until you Mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go Fly High Be my getaway Gotta getaway Fly High Be my getaway Gotta getaway Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians Hanging round the corner Of the street you lived How come it felt so far away... just a stone throw away Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with And money from your old man Would burn a hole in yer pocket all day... Not a single debt to pay Fly High Be my getaway Gotta getaway...
You Stole My Money Honey
You stole my money honey You're cold your blood's stopped running And know you're buying your new life Can't help but find you funny The clothes you wear are something You made your whole life boasting lies Pretend you're high and something To think, you think I'm dumb, you're blind! I'll get by fine without you I lie about you You got no spine only mine Don't you know wrong from right It's up to you You're such a fool See I'm a giver, taker! You liked your cocaine chaser The girls you love all sleep around You got a piece of something But what it's worth is nothing Coz what you want you just can't buy Pretend you're high on something To think you think I'm dumb, you're blind I'll get by fine without you I lie about you You got no spine only mine Don't you know wrong from right You got no style about you I try to like you I got no time for you now Cos your time's running out It's up to you You're such a fool I'll get by fine without you I lie about you You got no spine only mine Don't you know wrong from right You got no style about you I try to like you I got no time for you now Cos your time's running out It's up to you It's up to you Such a fool It's up to you
Jealousy
Jealousy my devil Jealousy my hell Jealousy insomnia Jealousy sleep well Innocence is heaven Innocence is hell
Innocence in everyone Innocence is dead Four and twenty black boys Singing in the street Getting high on most things Wishing they were free My angel, my devil My hell, my heaven My storm, my calm My photograph, my palm Four and twenty white boys Singing in the the street Getting high on most things Wishing they were free I've been your preacher I've been your boy I've been your teacher I've been your joy I've been your drunk I've been your home I've been your rock You've been my stone Four and twenty poor boys Singing in the street Getting high on most things Wishing they were free
I'm Alright (You Gotta Go There To Come Back)
I'll drink another drink for you One, two, three, four, five, once I drank a fish alive I'll drop another pill for you Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, did it before, I'll do it again I'll tell another joke for you Did you hear the one about the one that looks like you I'll sleep with sleep arounds for you Why don't you scratch my back and chew the tongue I chew I'm alright I'm alright I'll tell another lie for you Tell you what you wanna hear, but that don't make it true I'll wear another smile for you That way you know I'm fine, and having fun with you I'll draw another line for you That way you know I'm hip, that way you know I'm cool I'll smoke another smoke for you I'll blow back in your mouth and you can blow back too I'm alright I'm alright You gotta go there to come back I'll take another punch for you
Tie my hands behind my back, that way you cannot lose I'll make another pound for you So you can drive your motor car, and drive you to the moon I'm alright I'm alright You. Me. Us. Free... we're alright, alright Love. Pain. Hate. Rain... we're alright, alright Give. Take. Time. Place... we're alright, alright
