My remedies are back room philosophiesSome protection from the passive brigadesThe Italians have a word for itBut I dons speak a single word of itWork work work Thats no way to make a livingMeanwhile back in the real worldYou and I must agree to disagreeSo say your piece then leave me in mineIll step aside when they throw the book at meTheyll hang themselves with their party linesWork work work Thats no way to make a livingMeanwhile back in the real worldIll skin alive the next man who says I willStop at nothing to get all the wayId recomend a good undertakerAnd of course a nice BeaujolaisWork work work Thats no way to make a livingMeanwhile back in the real worldYou cant breathe without complicationsMoney is the mother tongueI think at heart Im a frustrated gangsterWho cant raise enough money for a gunWork work work Thats no way to make a livingMeanwhile back in the real worldWho wants the real world......

If Id been written about since the day that I was bornEvery page of the last six months Id rip them out with scornI cant quite remember when this heaven turned to hellBut I think she won on points with the sound of the final bellTake me take me backTake me back in time.To the moment that she asked Is it your place or mine?Take me take me back.To the days before the strifeNow I wish wed never met but thats the story of my lifeShes a drama queen. Being late is such a crimeI should really buy a watch but I just cant find the timeFriendship more like ownership has made us friend and foeHer ayes are now a closing down sale. Everything must go!Take me take me backTake me back in timeTo the moment that she asked Is it your place or mine?Take me take me backTo the days before the strife.Now I wish wed never met but thats the story of my lifeWatch me Im turning back Turned my back at lastI filled the glass to the top but empited it twice as fastMake me make me set. Make me set you freeFrom the old ennui thats know as you and meCatch me in your arms before I hit the groundIf I get out of this alive Ill nber make another soundTake me Take me backTo the days before the strifeNow I wish wed never met but thats the story of my life

I wooed her with a four letter word after trying too hard to be deepI promised her uncountable things that were impossible to keepEverywhere I seem to turn Im letting someone downEither my friends my enemies their wives or the crownSlowIm getting slowDid I make one false move that made her go?What made her go?Did I make one false move too soon?She was blessed with second sight but didnt have a licenceShe never loved me illegally I said in her defenceI can see the future judge! She said in tearsWell I can see yours he said youll be in jail for the next ten yearsSlowIm getting slowDid I make one false move that made her go?What made her go? Did I make one false move too soon?We settled things with a golden handshakeThe law decreet it was bestShe was crying when she gave me five grandI said And the rest!SlowIm getting slowDid I make one false move that made her go?Where did she go?Did I make one false move too soon?SlowIm getting slowDid I make one false move that made her go?What made her go? Did I make one false move too soon?

My life changed the day I met you That day couldnt have come too soonI used to think my closest friend was my wristBut then you hit me like a ton of bricksBreast fed as a baby right through my teensYou were meanwhile getting by by any meansI would do anything just tell me where and whenIm not afraid of the city at 2 a.m.Side by sideyou cant tell us apart with the naked eyeYou may take a second glanceBut we never really had a second chanceYou were blessed with drop dead good looksBut your face is always hidden away in a bookIm still considered to be the brainsIts a secret likely not to see the light of daySide by sideyou cant tell us apart with the naked eyeYou may take a second glanceBut we never really had a second chanceI had a dream that you were put on trialYou stood accused of forever cramping my styleIn the mirror was where we discovered the truthIt hurt me more than it couldve hurt youSide by side youcant tell us apart with the naked eyeYou may take a second glanceBut we never really had a second chance

Well your individual styleLeaves em rolling in the aislesNo one can be a fool like youYouve got an engine for a heartThat always needs a kick startStill I want to be a fool like youSo long waiting for your heart strings to be undoneWhen will you unwindWhen will you unwindSo long when will you meet someone you can count onWill you get byWill you get byYouve sunk like stoneBecome just a drop in the oceanYoull never see the shoreYoull never know the scoreWell I dont know if it shouldBring on a quickening of the bloodWhen Im talking with a fool like youAnd if a fool is someone whoKeeps his savings in his shoesThats a richer fool a taller fool a fool like youCan I get another hitOf your sweet acidic wit.Burning in a fool like meIve got an engine for a heartAnd you gave me the thing a kick startBut there will never be another fool like you

This place is a jungleWhen I saw you in the treesI was so happy I stayed in bed for a weekI said things were too goodYou told me every dog has his dayIf you want me to be your dogThen next time you have to sayIm sorry but were throughSpose you had to pick and chooseIm sure theres more where I came fromIm sorry but were throughSpose you had to pick and chooseSmile its the end of the lineDid I resent you putting me to the test?Call me a bad loser but the answers frankly yesWe went to sleep as one and then woke up as twoBut Ill be honest I had nothing better to doIm sorry but were throughSpose you had to pick and chooseAll thats lost was mineIm sorry but were throughSpose you had to pick and chooseSmile its the end of the lineIm sorry but were through.Spose you had to pick and chooseThanks for the waste of time....

They say that Pete had Razor sharp witBut the man had a knifeWhich is easier to cut withWas going straight on the day that they metHe said well make a dishonest man of you yetWe through the vine that he tried to sell usDown the river so we stuck him with regards from the fellasHe knew himself that they wouldnt be crossedThe doctor couldnt save him Too much blood was lostIts only a game to the backroom boysThey play with people like children play with toysI wont name namesPawn in the game of the backroom boysYoull never muscle in on thier backroom ploysThey wont take the blameSister talked bigClaimed theyd never hurt a ladyShe was right they told her they would take away her babyUsed to stay up all night She wouldnt get tiredShe spends every hour now yawning and wiredIts only a game to the backroom boysThey play with people like children play with toysBut I didnt callShe dropped to her knees and cried as she beggedShe was lucky to leave with her tail between her legsShe was black balledDid you hear that Bobby got divinely inspiredHe looked pretty sharp in his religious attireNo-one was surprised when he passed awayThey told him timesReligion doesnt payThey say...Its only a game to the backroom boysThey play with people like children play with toysI wont name namesThe day that Bobby got divinely inspiredHe said he needed help in wading through the mireWith a full collection plate

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I left town on the six oclock trainSeeing my reflections as it washed down the drainMy life in ruins and my hair was in a messThe Sunday papers-but Id just lost interestNow theres a pain when I walkBut it doesnt compare to the pain when we used to talkWe made a trade of love and wiOur favourite songs and a few narcoticsWrong time wrong placeBut the best way possibleIn one hour I agedbut in the best possible tasteI didnt touch the ground or my foodIts the least I could do for someone like youWas it the first time youd ever kissedWithout thinking bout your shopping list?You were first for what its worthThat was preferable to a funeral But only justWhen you saw me wave goodbye this afternoonI wasnt waving. I was drowningWrong time wrong placeBut in the best way possibleIn one hour I aged but in the best possible taste.

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