She keeps her lover on ice,She keeps a fire in the grate,He's got a movement in his cellar,He's a danger to the state.Watch out for the normal peopleThere's more of us than there's...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
The world at any time might take its own thalidomide, it's just one of those thingsYou see eternity fell out of love when we invented self-destruct, it was one of those thingsNow y...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
I can sleep aloneI know howI stay here on my ownAnd now.I wake from sleep with little restIt's 10 by 9 and in a messA window shut but facing westA worn out rug, an old addressAndTh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
These are danger days (What sort of days are these?)These are troubled times (Dy'a know what time it is?)There it goes again (Another gear being slipped)I must be near the sea (A s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
Under their thumbKicked and beaten like an angry rabid dogUnder their thumbSquashed and squeezed like a dried-up, rinsed out wormYou can't do a thingBest lie still 'til you wait yo...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
I don't want to listenBut I think I see you screamingAnd it hurts.Instant SolzhenitsynI get salt mines when I hear your voiceIt hurts.Kiss the hurt off her Kung Fu tongueI turn off...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
I've been standing here five minutes And you haven't said a wordMaybe you didMaybe I haven't heardWell you better hurry up and say somethingOr else I'm gonna goOk, that's fine by m...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
He bought and sold a videoMade a fortune in betweenA thousand well-known facesPassed across that stupid screenHe turned them downHe never thought they had so much to sayHe watched ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
A storm breaks over our head We take shelter We do as we're toldA storm breaks over our head We take shelter Come in from the coldLife's OK If you drink OhLife's OK If you dream Oh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats
So I turned on the radio and everyone waslistening to chicken jazz...See that man over there...He's got cold feetHe'd march to the drumBut the drummer'sDead beatHe's fragile tonigh...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Boomtown Rats