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Stumbling through, into the blue and the grey.
Losing myself, into the dreary haze.
The world is a lie, into the sky we should fly.
No need to cry, why wait to when you can die.

I found a reason
to stay out of season
but to keep living
To go where no man has gone before.

Here she comes, she's got a gun
cos she's just no fun, boy you better run.
Fear of what might come
Afraid of what might come.

Evening Standards

Trouble Brews in the night bus queue at the time of the night when the boys go crazy,
see a man with a bottle in his hand and a look in his eye that's a little bit lazy.
Now he's looking at a girl with a tan, and a short skirt, must be ten years younger,
Don't you think she's out your league?
Cos her boyfriend does, and he's there with her.

Trouble Brews in the nightclub queue at the time of the night in the early morning,
see a man with a yellow armband and a hand in your face, your final warning.
Now I find that I can't get inside cos it seems I forgot my driving license,
do you think you could let me in mate?
Back of the queue, stand in silence.

Trouble Brews in the cashpoint queue cos the people have been waiting ages,
in the line, they pass the time, thinking about making babies.
There's a van and a homeless man sitting on the floor out by the pavement,
Do you think you could spare some change? But no-one can
To his Amazement.


Top deck tantrums, conversations
I'm first, for your information.
Climb the stairs to find salvation
fall back down, abominations.


Does anybody else think this town's crazy?
Never ceases to amaze me
what people do, just to get home
it's the second fall of Rome this year.

Dancefloor

In my mind I think I'm still on the Dancefloor
You look at me like i've never seen you before.
Like a wind farm up on a hill you're an eyesore
you add up to more than all of the horrors that I saw.

The people around
are whittled and drowned
and under the sound
of the backing track.
Beneath the lights
appear black and white
and into the night
like an alley cat you go.

Stealing my eyes, a thief in disguise
a welcome surprise in a cowboy hat.
Got to advise, you're nobody's prize
to summarise what you're looking at.

In my mind I think i'm still on the dancefloor
dancing the mashed potato to your underscore
spending more than I could ever account for
Have you taken a shine to me or..

About You

The last time you felt the bastard child of the green belt
sitting on the fence in a circle of pretenses.
A room without a view is the best that you can do
there's a hairdressers too, but they'll only do a crew cut.

Were you having tea?
Were you having it with me?
Drawing circles on your hot cross buns just to see
if you're as alternative as you always meant to be.
I was always a sucker for a clever conversation.

You catch your reflection in a satellite dish
or in the windows of a passing car.
Millions of people want to risk it for a biscuit
but they never really got very far.