I thought that I was moving forwardI almost convinced myself I wanted things another wayA fucked up coping process for being let downIts easy to move on (easy to move on)Its easy to move on and start againwe all know what we should be doinwhen it gets hard it gets HARDWhen I retrace my stepswell its really no surprisewe never should have been in that placewe never should have been in that placewe never should have been in that place from the startfrom the startwe paid for every mistake (every mistake)and now were paying for itBy being back on the floorNow Im back on the floor

A vacant look on strangers facesUnfamiliar streets and lonely placesI feel like Im a few steps behind (few steps behind)I feel like Im a few steps behindSometimes I ask myself what am I doing here?What am I doing here?What am I (what am I) What am I doing here?Empty bars drunk declarations;Bad neighborhoods fucked up situations.I ask myself what am I doing here?I feel like Im a few steps behind (few steps behind)Everything seemed a whole lot easierwhere everything moved slowerin the place that I knew better.Sometimes I ask myself (sometimes I ask myself)What am I doing here?What am I doing here?What am I (what am I) What am I doing here?

The citys such a crowded place.It forces us to look at the way we look at ourselvesbecause who I see in the mirrorand the picture I have in my mindisnt always the same thing reflected in strangers eyes.Make a catalog of all of my actions.Write it down fold it up and leave it in my pocket.Hold it close until I can answer the question.What do I represent in this context?Cause I dont know who I amor what it looks like behind the veiland Ive just become Ive become a little more aware.Its a sign of my privilegethat Ive never had to deal with this kind of labeling.Take a train ride 100 miles northfind the same situations as beforewith (unintelligible words) that I never had to deal with before.Make a catalog of all of my actions.Write it down fold it up and leave it in my pocket.Hold it close until I can answer the question.What do I represent in this context?A history of centuries of oppressionIts a socially created relationship about dominationand subordinate.And I dont want any part of it.But everything plays a part in it.

One bedroom apartment.Havent left it going on three days.Hate to be the one to say thisbut I think its time some changes were made.A sink full of empty coffee mugs.And my records in my closettable with unread books.Now honestly how far have I really come?Still consisting of classes practice dead end job.This is where we live nowThis is where we live nowThis is where we live now (this is where we live now)This is how I spend my days.(this is where we live now) This is where we live now(this is where we live now) This is where we live now(this is where we live now) This is where we liveThis is how I spend myIt begs the question How much difference can location really make?Felt like I was doing better than the friends I left behindbut I dont know now some doubts crept in my mind.Sometimes its nice to go back home to remind ourselveswhat its really like where we came from.Now Im wondering(now Im wondering) how did I leave that behind?Toeing the line toeing the line between escape and abandonment.This is where we live nowThis is where we live nowThis is where we live now (this is where we live now)This is how I spend my days.(this is where we live now) This is where we live now(this is where we live now) This is where we live now(this is where we live now) This is where we liveThis is how I spend myIt begs the question How much difference can location really make?Felt like I was doing better than the friends I left behindbut I dont know now some doubts crept in my mind.Maybe its better not to look back.Maybe its better (maybe its better)Maybe its better not to look back.

I would open my mouth but I cant stand to see you cry.and I know wed never fight if I could see you everyday.But I know it cant be that way.Why do we have to live so far away?Its hard to be patient.Im going to do everything I have to doto show you that youre my priority.Ive built a monument piled stacked and shifted full of apologies. My pathetic apologiesWith everything thats been leading up to nowand I wonder how we ever survived so far awayIts hard to be patient.Im going to do everything I have to doto show you that youre my priority.So close to the end x10

With a downward blastFrom his doughy arseLike a lance of fireHe shot up the mastAs he mumbled blasphemous epitaphsI am the sailor!And the captain cried with a mighty heave-hoEnemy sighted on the starboard bow!Load your cannons and let em goFor God is on our side boys.In the dust and sandOf a foreign landWith hands afireHe buried his friendHe beat his browAnd cursing foul he saidI am the soldier.And the private laughed as he reached the bluffHis gun barrel smoking Enoughs enoughWeve done more damage than old MacDuffAnd God is full of pride boys.He flew through the flakOn the first attackA bomb bay openOn a missiles backHeres the payloadHe crudely spatI am the airman.And the general sighed This is our last standLet every man say Amen.For well not see daylight againAnd tonight we meet our God boys.Well the airman plunged into the pineAnd the sailor drowned in the briny brineAnd the soldier in haste put his foot on a mineAnd it comes to all in time boysFor on the day they died boysGod was on the other side boys

I met her at the Sailors Arms a bar down by the docksFull of prostitutes and deviants and fellas wearing frocksWent there to drown my sorrow my misery and painWith fourteen multicoloured pills and a pint of heavy ale(Heavy ale)And I saw this girl across the way who was smiling through the wineSo I begged her Come on over come on over spend some time.And I spilled my life before her and she seemed to understandAlthough she was a girl we were talking man-to-man(Man-to-man)For love is where you find it wherever that may beFor me it was in the Sailors Arms at twenty-five past threeTheres something strange about her I cant put my finger onBut I wanna tell the world that shes the one(Shes the one)I wanna tell the world that shes the oneShe strolled up to the toilets she strolled into the GentsI asked her why she did it why shed gone to pay the rentWe arm-wrestled and I lost she beat me with a spikeTold me seedy jokes that were quite unlady-like(Lady-like)It was four in the morning and through the smoky hazeI couldve been mistaken but she needed to shave(To shave)For love is where you find it wherever that may beFor me it was in the Sailors Arms with a better man than meHer husky voice seduced me my heart was in a messI sat upon her knee as something twitched beneath her dressTheres something more than knees beneath her dressYouve got nice eyes says I(Oh Sir I am surprised!)What large hands I said(All the better to touch you with.God you arms look strong.(A womans work is never done.)Your legs are quite hirsute.(Arent you the saucy one!)I was feeling less than stable when she said her name was Ken(Ken)Well if I had suspicions Lord I shouldve had em then(Then)She cried as she told me how she was so confusedOne more visit to the doctor shed have nothing left to lose(Lautrec)I ran my fingers through her wig she lightly stroked my hairShe said she was a man(Whoa whoa! She said she was a man? A man called Ken? Bull-twang! )Lots of men are called Ken.(So what did you say Paul?)I told her I dont care(He doesnt care! )For love is where you find it wherever that may beFor me it was in a hopper bin with my trousers round my kneesTheres something strange about her I just put my finger onAnd I want to tell the world that shes the one(Hes the one)I want to tell the world that its the one

We should all go back to church cos theyve hit the market placeTheyre getting fashionable ideas from back issues of The FaceTheyve bought part shares in the pill porn videos and guns guns guns!Old concepts are boring the designer mass is funTheyve changed the local parishes into saunas gyms and spasThe Eucharist and the Covenant is now a mini-barTheyve bought a New York decorator to turn cherubs into fairiesThe body and the blood to caviar Bloody MarysWhere the font is a jacuzzi holy waters PerrierCause the Vatican has found a way to make religion payIf youve soiled your conviction sold your soulAll you need is absolution get some good rock n rollLet my people go go go to church - listen to the preacherGo to church - hell teach you more than Friedrich NietzscheGo to church - where you can let your hair hang down down downNo need to be embarrassed cause theres no one else aroundThe parish priests are trying to make lay-people of your daughtersInstalling water beds as their sacrificial altarsParents are concerned but nothing could be saferCause your girl wont get pregnant if shes chewing on that waferAnd while Im on the topic did I forget to mentionThat Brother Joe rides piggyback with dubious intentions?And Amy Grant writes songs that have you coming in your socksWhile pre-pubescent school boys try to pillage her poor-boxThe flying nun with see through frocks and sexy lingerieNow theyve turned the sacred sacrament into a cabaretLet my people go go go to church - thats what my mother used to sayGo to church - or you will rue the dayGo to church - where you can go and see all the pretty peopleIf youve never been before its the building with the steepleThe mass was best in Latin they never should have banned itIt doesnt make sense now that we can understand itSo cur unum servo deum Lefevres not a faggotBut if he dont take care hell get laid hell get laidHell get laid off like Jimmy SwaggertAdmission is free if youre certain of your fateIf not I recommend some big cash on the plateOr get a damn good lawyer to change the refs decisionCos Im stuck with going to church like Im stuck with circumcisionLet my people go go go to church - cause you may find favorGo to church - lift your arms to the saviorGo to church - its getting warm and I can hear that final bellYoud better move your feet theres no fire escape in HellCome on all you sexually impotent drunken drug-pushing scumbags...Go to church!

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Broken down ditch water brownPure radiance and another dead city.I heard a voice alluring and cool sayLive to ride ride to live hey!Gaskets blown the engines shotMercy mercy to a grinding halt.Stench of petrol brand new martyrsLive to ride ride to live hey!Motorcycle St Sebastian.Bom bom bom bom bom ba da da!Youre a leather clad lad youre a rapscallionBom bom bom bom bom ba da da!They hit you once they hit you twiceThats the sort of shit you like.Motorcycle St Sebastian!Lit like a live fuse never settledCome on child press the pedal to the metal.Got a one way ticket no turning back.Live to ride ride to live hey!No one leaves they just move on.Never forfeit your dignityDiesel heart pure air in your lungsLive to ride ride to live hey!Motorcycle St Sebastian.Bom bom bom bom bom ba da da!Youre a leather clad lad youre a rapscallionBom bom bom bom bom ba da da!They hit you once they hit you twiceThats the sort of shit you like.Motorcycle St Sebastian!Yet the will rolled onward like a wheelIn even motion by love impelledThat moves the sun in heaven and the stars.Live to ride ride to live hey!Motorcycle St Sebastian.Bom bom bom bom bom ba da da!Youre a leather clad lad youre a rapscallionBom bom bom bom bom ba da da!They hit you once they hit you twiceThats the sort of shit you like.Motorcycle St Sebastian!Motorcycle St Sebastian!Motorcycle! Motorcycle St Sebastian!Live to ride ride to live hey!

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