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DISCOTHEQUEyou can reach but can't grab ityou can't hold it control it you can't bag ityou can push but you can't direct itcirculate regulate oh no you cannot connect ityou know you're chewing bubble gumyou know what that is but you still want someyou just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuffyou get confused but you know ityeah you hurt for it work for it LOVEyou don't always show itLET GO LET'S GO...DISCOTHEQUEGO GO...LET GO...DISCOTHEQUElooking for the onebut you know you're somewhere else insteadyou want to be the songthe song that you hear in you headLOVEit's not a trick..you can't learn itit's the way you don't pay that's okay 'cause you can't earn ityou know you're chewing bubble gumyou know what that is but you still want someyou just can't get enough of that lovie dovie stuffLET GO LET'S GO...DISCOTHEQUEGO GO...LET GO...DISCOTHEQUElooking for the onebut you know you're somewhere else insteadI want to be the song be the song that you hear in you headLOVEbut you take what you can get'cause you know that you can findoh you know there's something morebut tonight, tonight, tonightBOOM CHABOOM CHADISCOTHEQUE
DO YOU FEEL LOVEDtake these hands they're good for nothingyou know these hands have never worked a daytake these boots they're going nowhereyou know these boots they don't want to strayyou got my head filled with songsyou got my shoelaces undonetake my shirt go on take it off meif you can tie me downDO YOU FEEL LOVED?  DO YOU FEEL LOVED?TAKE THE colours of my imaginationTAKE THE scent hanging in the airtake this tangle of a conversationand turn it into your own prayerwith my finger as you want themwith my nails under your hidewith my teeth at your backand my tongue to tell the sweetest liesDO YOU FEEL LOVED?  DO YOU FEEL LOVED?AND IT LOOKS like the SUN BUT IT FEELS LIKE THE RAINlove's a bully pushing and shovingin the belly of a womanheavy rythym taking overto stick togethera man and a womanstick togetherman and womanstick together...DO YOU FEEL LOVED?DO YOU FEEL LOVED?AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE SUNBUT IT FEEL LIKE RAINand THERE'S HEAT IN THE SUNTO SEE US THROUGH THE RAIN
MOFOLooking for to save my save my soulLooking in the places where no flowers growLooking for to fill that GOD shaped holeMother mother sucking rock and roll(Been around the back...been around the front)Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splashWhite dopes on punk staring into the flashLooking for the baby Jesus under the trashMother mother sucking rock and rollMother [scat singing] rock and rollMother am I still your son,you know I've waited forso long to hear you say soMother you left and made me someoneNow I'm still a child, no one tells me noLooking for a soundthat's going to drown out the worldLooking for the father of my two little girlsGot the swing got the swaygot my straw in lemonadeStill looking for the face I had beforethe world was madeMother mother sucking rock and rollBubble popping sugar dropping rock and roll Woo me sisterMove me brotherSoothe me motherRule me fatherShow me mother
If God Will Send His AngelsNobody else here baby no one here to blameNo one to point the finger...It's just you and me and the rainNobody made you do it,No one put words in your mouthNobody here taking orderswhen love took a train heading southIt's the blind leading the blondIt's the stuff the stuff of country songsHEy if God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his angelsWould everything be alrightGod has got his phone off the hook,babe would he even pick up if he couldIt's been a while since we saw thatchild hanging 'round the neighbourhoodYou see his mother dealing in a doorwaysee Father Christmas with a begging bowlJesus sister's eyes are a blisterthe High Street never looked so lowIt's the blind leading the blond...It's the cops collecting for the consSo where is the hope and where is the faith...And the love?what's that you say to meDoes love...light up your Christmas TreeThe next minute your blowing a fuseAnd the cartoon network turns into the newsHEy if God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his angelsWhere do we goJesus never let me down youknow Jesus used to show me the scoreThen they put Jesus in show businessnow it's hard to get in the doorIt's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songsBut I guess it was something to go onHEy if God will send his angelsI sure could use them here right nowWell if God would send his angelsWhere do we go(scat singing)
Staring At the SunSummer stretching on the grass...summer dresses passIn the shade of a willow tree creeps a crawling over meOver me and over you stuck together with God's glueIt's going to get stickier too...It's been a long hot summerLet's get undercoverDon't try too hard to think...don't think at allI'm not the only one starin' at the sunAfraid of what you'd find if you took a look insideNot just deaf and dumb I'm Staring at the sunNot the only one who's happy to go blindThere's an insect in your earif you scratch it won't disappearIt's going to itch and burn and sting Doyou want to see what the scratching bringsWaves that leave me out of reachBreaking on your back like a beachWill we ever live in peace'Cause those that can't do often have toAnd those that can't do often have to preachTo the ones staring at the sunAfraid of what you'll find if you took a look insideNot just deaf and dumb...Staring at the sunI'm not the only one who'd rather go blindIntransigence is all around...Military still in townArmour plated suits and ties...Daddy just won't say goodbyeReferee won't blow the whistlebut God is good but will He listenI'm nearly greatBut there's something missingI left it in the duty freeThough you never really belonged to meYou're not the only one staring at the sunAfraid of what you'd find if you stepped back insideI'm not sucking on my thumb I'm staring at the sunNot the only one who's happy to go blind
Last Night On EarthShe feels the ground is giving wayBut she thinks we're better off that wayThe more you take the less you feelThe less you know the more you believeThe more you have the more it takes todayYou got to give it awayYou got to give it awayYou got to give it awayShe don't care what it's worthShe's living like it's the last night on earthShe's not waiting on a saviour to comeShe's at the bus-stop with News of the WorldAnd the Sun Sun, here it comesShe's not waiting for anyoneYou got to give it awayYou got to give it awayYou got to give it awayShe don't care what it's worthShe's living like it's the last night on earthSlipping away...slip slide...The clock tells her that time is slippingthe world turns and we get dizzyMinute hands and seconds sticking...Slipping awayThere's somethinggoing on shemight be missingThe world turns and we get dizzyIs it spinning for you the way it's spinning for meShe's living, living next week nowYou know she's going to pay it back somehowthe future is so predictable(She hasn't been to bed in a week)the past is too uncomfotable(She'll be dead soon then she'll sleep)You got to give it awayYou got to give it awayYou got to give it awayShe already knows it hurtsShe's living like it's the last night on earthThe last night on earthLast night on earth
GoneYou get to feel so guilty got so much for so littleThen you find that feeling just won't go awayYou're holding on to every little thing so tightly'Til there's nothing left for you anywayGoodbye you can keep this suit of lightsI'll be up with the sunANDNOTCOMINGDOWN....IMNOTCOMINGDOWNIMNOTCOMINGDOWNYou wanted to get somewhere so badlyYou had to lose yourself along the wayYou change your name, well that's okay,it's necessaryAnd what you leave behind you don't miss anywayGoodbye you can keep this suit of lightsI'll be up with the sunANDNOTCOMINGDOWN....IMNOTCOMINGDOWNIMNOTCOMINGDOWNAnd I'm already goneFelt that way all alongCloser to you every daydidn't want it that much anywayYou're taking steps that make you feel dizzyThen you learn to like the way it feelsYou hurt yourself you hurt your loverThen you discover...What you thought was freedom is just greedGoodbye...no emotional goodnightWe'll be up with the sunAre you still holding onI'm not coming downI'm not coming down
MiamiWeather 'round here chopping and changingSurgery in the airPrint shirts and southern accentsCigars and big hairWe got the wheels, petrol is cheapWe only went there for a weekGot the sun got the sandGot the batteries in the handycam...Her eyes all swimming pool blueDumb bells on a diving boardBaby's always attractedto the things she's afraid ofBig girl with the sweet toothWatches the skinny girl in the photo shootFreshmen squeaky cleanShe tastes of chlorineMiami, my mammyLove the movies...love to walk those movie setsGet to shoot someone in the footGet to smoke some cigarettesNo big deal we know the scoreJust back from the video storeGot the car and the car chaseWhat's he got inside the caseI want a close up of that faceHere comes the car chaseMiami, my mammyMiamiI bought two new suits...MiamiPink and blue...MiamiI took a picture of you...My mammyGetting hot in a photo booth...MiamiI said you looked like a MadonnaYou said...maybe..Said I want to have your baby...babyWe could make something beautifulSomething that wouldn't be a problemAt least not in...MiamiYou know some places are like your auntieBut there's no place likeMiami, my mammy
The Playboy MansionIf Coke is a mysteryMichael Jackson...HistoryIf beauty is truthAnd surgery the fountain of youthWhat am I to doHave I got the gift to get me throughThe gates of that mansionIf OJ is more than a drinkAnd a Big Mac bigger than you thinkIf perfume is an obsessionAnd talk shows, confessionWhat have we got to loseAnother push and maybe we'll be throughThe gates of that mansionI never bought a Lotto ticketI never parked in anyone's spaceThe banks they're like cathedralsI guess casinos took their placeLove "come on down"Don't wake her, she'll come aroundChance is a kind of religionWhere you're damned for plain hard luckI never did see that movieI never did read that bookLove, come on downLet my numbers come aroundDon't know if I can hold onDon't know if I'm that strongDon't know if I can wait that long'Til the colours come flashingAnd the lights go onThen will there be no time for sorrowThen will there be no time for shameAnd though I can't say whyI know I've got to believeWe'll go diving in that poolIt's who you know that gets you throughThe gates of the Playboy mansionThen will there be no time for sorrowThen will there be no time for shameThen will there be no time for sorrowThen will there be no time for shame
If You Wear That Velvet DressTonight the moon is playing tricks againFeeling sea sick againAnd the whole world could just dissolve...Into a glass of waterI've been good 'cause I know you don't want me toDo you really want me to be blue as you...It's her daylight that gets me throughWe've been here before...last time you scratched at my doorThe moon was naked and cold I was like a two year oldWho just wanted moreIf you wear that velvet dressIf you wear that velvet dressTonight the moon has drawn its curtainsIt's a private show no one else going to knowI'm wantingSunlight, sunlight fills my roomIt's sharp and it's clearBut nothing at all like the moon...It's okay, the struggle for things not to sayI never listened to you anywayAnd I got my own hands to prayBut if you wear that velvet dressBut if you wear that velvet dressTonight the moon is a mirrorballLight flickers from across the hallWho'll catch the star when it fallsIf you wear that velvet dress
PleaseSo you never knew love untilyou crossed the line of graceAnd you never felt wanted'Til you had someone slap your faceSo you never felt aliveuntil you'd almost wasted awayYou had to winYou couldn't just passThe smartest assAt the top of the classYour flying colorsYour family treeAnd all your lessons in historyPlease...please...please...Get up off your knees...Please...please...leave me out of thisPleaseAnd you never knew how lowyou'd stoop to make that callAnd you never knew whatwas on the ground 'til they made you crawlAnd you never knew thatthe heaven you keep you stoleYour catholic bluesYour convent shoesYour stick on tattoosNow they're making the newsYour holy warYour northern starYour sermon on the mountFrom the boot of your carPlease...please...please...Get up off your knees...Please...please...Leave me out of this pleaseSo love is hard and love is toughBut love is not what you're thinking ofSeptember...Streets capsizing...Spilling over, Down the drainShards of glass splinterslike rain but you could only feel your own pain...October...Talk getting nowhere...November...December...Remember...Are we just starting again...?So love is big is bigger than usBut love is not what you're thinking ofIt's what lovers deal it's what lovers stealYou know I've found it hard to receive'Cause you my love I could never believe
Wake Up Dead ManJesus, Jesus help meI'm alone in this worldAnd a fucked up world it is tooTell me, tell me the storyThe one about eternityAnd the way it's all gonna beWake up, wake up dead manWake up, wake up dead manJesus, I'm waiting here bossI know you're looking out for usBut maybe your hands aren't freeYour father, He made the world in sevenHe's in charge of heavenWill you put in a word for meWake up, wake up dead manWake up, wake up dead manListen to your words they'll tell you what to doListen over the rhythm that's confusing youListen to the reed in the saxophoneListen over the hum of the radioListen over sounds of blades in rotationListen through the traffic and circulationListen as hope and peace try to rhymeListen over marching bands playing out their timeWake up, wake up dead manWake up, wake up dead manJesus, were you just around the cornerDid You think to try and warn herOr are you working on something newIf there's an order in all of this disorderIs it like a tape recorderCan we rewind it just once moreWake up, wake up dead manWake up, wake up dead man