- At The End Of The Line
This world is full of scum
But we know that
How to make the frontpage news when you're falling down
The world isn't flat
As the price of rocket fuel
Ups on the street
?
- D. I. Go Pop
For you I know I been raving about this story
Starts going to the dogs every night on the hour
Ships carrying bands in their entourage
Off to see their fortune (?) in America
We've been refused entry so many times we've lost count
So storm the way! It'll be ten years or thereabouts
Maybe you're gonna play it safe and you have come to your senses
But we doubt it 'cause the next time on the train will be
- From the Devil to the Deep Blue Sky
Drifiting further out to sea,
The strength will soon be leaving me.
Our ships have sunk or run aground,
And only sharks now swim around.
Smashed and battered by the waves,
Support their hope of being saved.
And every passing ship to chance,
Salvation in a passing glance.
- In Sharky Water
Come and love and surround me, now (?) to english light
And love me and last pretend me, I'm going to date now
I'm in a cruelty tonight, I'm (?) surround me
Come and cross me, (?) and fact, there's so much before me
Give me (?), so in another hand
Come and stress me (?), in fact tonight (?)
Completely service in sharky light, (?)
- Love Stepping Out
oh (lover) it's a (lovely) night
but outside the sky's still light
if we just sit and stare
we could take a walk through london
into regent's park or thereabouts
to watch the crowd prepare to (???)
what makes your world go round
- New Clothes For The New World
Who was getting anyone now that rocks to me
Who get it like (?) at the ground if you are true with anyone to see
Community skin is what you need to be in
When nothing less and appears, (?) maybe
It's gonna be...
I was getting anymore now for bottom (?) be
- Second Language
All The Joy In My Life Had Rotted Away,
i Saw A Vision In Blue And My Blues Flew Away.
and Just For A Second I Truly Believed,
though I Don't Know What In.
we Tried To Talk To Each Other,
but The Words That Came Out Of Our Mouths
were Carried Away On The Wind,
- Summer's Last Sound
And the gulls are coming in off the coast, the smell of corpses pulls them in
Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad, it can't be here
I can sense your violence but I still don't understand
However past (?), you've got the future in the palm of your hand
(?) through (?) screens where killers hide
(?) get bricks in windows and foreigners get hushed-up trials
And you're waiting for a knock at the door
Which'll tell you if you'll spend the next few years
- The Last Dance
Every step that we tread, the dead are behind us
Throwing shadows out over our heads
And they land far in front of us
No oceans left to cross, no mountains left to climb
'Cause that's what I've been told
And it's got so hard to look around
And see just who can save you if you don't have a pot of gold
Was there ever a time like this?