XX^th Century Fighter

Scoodah-Scoodah hey!
Scoodah-Scoodah hah!
Who's gonna play love
Who's gonna win love for you (I am)
I need, I do
I wear it for you
Beauty with no truth
Truth with no proof

The kind of dress
Anyone can possess
One too mad to cry
One too hot to die
Sure, a dandy kind
Live and die in fashion
Of your personal confession
Scoodah-hey, scoodah-hah

Isn't it worth being a girl to fight?
XX^th century fighter
Isn't it worth being a boy to fight?
XX^th century fighter

I'm just a clever boy,
Hiding a solemn man
Within me, behind me voice...

Child of the radio
Feels itself born
To make the world shake
To make the sand burn
Love's a pretty tragedy
When you play it pretty hard
When heart comes
The soul is all gone

Isn't it worth being a girl to fight?
XX^th century fighter
Isn't it worth being a boy to fight?
XX^th century fighter

We are the best fish which swim near the bottom!

Boy the Laser Blood

Announcer: 'As a matter of fact, the laser is not a subject of science. It is in your blood'

Blue blood White men Blue blood White men

...of the very kind!
Give us looks
Full of hate
Indian boys
Drink it straight

Boy the Laser Blood
Boy the Laser Blood

Telephone-on-the-radio: 'Last summer, we served at an Air Force laser installation. It wasn't that much of a job, lots of fun, rather. We used to kill a satellite nightly'

Blue blood White men Blue blood White men

...of the very kind!
Call us names
That we hate
Call 'em out
Call 'em straight

Boy the Laser Blood
Boy the Laser Blood

Child Love

oh
they're keeping with them
their
child love

oh
they're keeping with them
their
child love

The Clever Eyes of Emily Young

I can find some champagne for my lungs
In the clever eyes of Emily Young.
Young by nature, not just by name
She can make me real sad today

I can go on a big horrorshow booze tonight
And I can deny having the gift of sight
And I may want to hide
And I may try to run
But I will never forget

The eyes of Miss Emily Young...

Grown with Bombs (Magic Love)

Announcer: 'The city we live in was grown with bombs. Today, the father of the nation falls into the delights of his second babyhood... resentful geriatrocities... Stay tuned, and in today's programme we'll give you the recipe for a Molotov Cocktail'

Sorry, but a monk never touches a lover
Lady's left alone with her left lady's world
Beautiful mummies' and handsome dads' sons
Always very young, or a bit down
Town we live all our lives
Were made to grow with bombs
Flipping blinking scientists, they never know the score
How tenderly the ocean toucheth the bottom
Giving all its malice to the shore

It's pretty hard to stay there
Near your magic love
Now we are to go away
But we will try to look o'kay

They would kill each other only for fear
Though they may love each other very much
Or maybe not, or they may hate
Each other like digits 7 & 8

No, this don't apply to me
I fill in this form, my dear,
But it's just for you to see

It's pretty hard to stay there
Near your magic love
Now we are to go away
But we will try to look o'kay

Hansa Boys

In this city they said you've no chance child, they said you've no chance child
Took the streets as if no-one had no mummy no dad

Then came a day and we could see, but happy was no-one
Then came a night and we were shown the blood, and it shone

We saw an old one, he was all on his own, so alone
We saw a child and straight away we grew real old

And then we cried, I guess from fright, put hands over our eyes
Felt like we were volunteers for a virginity riot

Jive Child

Rock the jive, jive to fever
Rock the jive, jive to fever
Rock the jive, jive to fever
I toldja - yes, you do

You've got the charm of a loser
You've got the charm of a loser
You've got the charm of a loser
I toldja - yes, you are

Jive, jive child

So Sad

Bad blood, light
So white, so sad
So far, so low
Poor one, you are not lonely either

Soap-like, sliding
So sad you aren't lonely either
Tonight you don't have to be sad
So sad you aren't lonely either

And then she said: "Feels like champagne: up, up, up, an' again down..."

Chorus:
You've been alone
You've been around, been around
Sad as you are
You've been on my mind

Mock monk, sly
Hush, mate, you aren't lonely either
Tonight there is no need to hide
So sad you aren't lonely either

Blacklight will set my blood a-white
So sad you aren't lonely either
Tonight you don't have to be so
So sad you aren't lonely either

And then she said: "They are like breathing: in, out, in, an' again out..."

Chorus:
You've been alone
You've been around, been around
Sad as you are
You've been on my mind

No Fear

Everyone's got to
Have things like that
Me would
Never, never

And again it happened
As it had
Last night we didn't go to bed
And still we're doing not too bad
In blood, blood,
And stones

When you've got no fear, you're the master
When you've got no fear, you're the master
When you've got no
Like, you don't have any
When you've got no fear � never, never

No, I will never
Breathe you out
I will never breathe you out!