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How can I sit and eat my tea,
with all that blood flowing from the television.
At a quarter to six,
I watch the news,
Eating, eating all my food
As I sit watching the red spot
In the egg which looks like
All the blood you don't see on the television.

Woke up this morning desperation a. m
What I've been saying won't say them again
My head's not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking
Like piss down a drain

And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up

The information I was given as follows:
Take care not to fall in love
For confirmation I was given as follows:
Take care not to fall like dominoes
It's okay while we touch
It's okay while we touch
It's okay in a clutch
While we sleep what dreams may come

At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer

Down on the disco floor

(I need a cheeseburger to go)

I move from one place to the next
I hope they keep down the price of gas
I shoot fast while you talk dollars
See how I will run the table
I won't see my dollar go where they rig it
High numbers low numbers 8 ball break

Now that everything is true
I believe in me and you
What I see in magazines
I believe in everything

I believe in politics
When we're playing pick up sticks
I believe in five year plans

The same again, another disagreement
You dreamed of scenes like you read of in magazines
A new romance, invented in the bedroom
Is this so private, our struggle in the bedroom?

Is this really the way it is?
Or a contract in our mutual interest?

The change will do you good
I always knew it would
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you
But I know it's only lust
Your kiss so sweet
Your sweat so sour

Your kiss so sweet

Trapped in heaven life style (locked in long kesh)

New looking out for pleasure (h-block torture)

Its at the end of the rainbow (white noise in)

The happy ever after (a white room)

All this talk of blood and iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood and iron
Is the cause of all my shaking
All this talk of blood and iron
Is the cause of all my shaking

I hear some talk of blood and iron

Items daily press views to suppress
Subject story on the front page suffering from suffrage
Title unsung heroine of Britain position to attain
Housewife heroines addicts to their homes
It's her factory it's her duty it's her factory
Paternalist journalist
He gives them sympathy because they're not men
Scrubbing floors they're close to the earth

All inhibitions gone & on display
All innocence has gone & flown away
A winner now when that time there was none
To reinterpret all that's redundant
To be true to all my illusions
As for contentment all that's behind me
A loser now when I thought that I had won
No pearls now, none to speak of

Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman
(You must be joking, O man you must be joking)
She needed to be protected

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self-respect

We are not prisoners ~ although we're putting in the hours
We are not innocent - although we're singing in the choir
If there’s a revolution then you'll stay at home
You want to pay the ransom but don't know who to phone
If there should be a rapture you won't get chose
If there's an invitation, you won’t get told!

Every night you dress as lover's bait

Take medance with me
I want to be
Everything a man should be

Their world is shrinking
But as they dance the dollar is falling
Do you love me?
Do you love me?

if I could keep it for myself
what did you say I am confused
I don t remember what did we do last week
can you imagine in the dark
everything has been cynically shot it s gone
are there no surprises anymore?
it was hot then it was cold
the view imagined in the dark

Heads down, down to the floor
Run past the windows and close the door
Whatever you do stay calm
Show me a ditch and I'll dive it
I'll feel safe beyond the cares of the world

Good news is prospect
Excluding the six feet under

If I keep my eyes on it
I will have more than I might need
To have the fingers crossed for
The break that I'm not sure may be

[Chorus]
It don't matter
It don't matter

Don't feel like eating, I don't wanna drink
All I need is a handkerchief to keep out the stink
Don't feel like sleeping, I don't wanna dream
All I need is a hit to cut the bullshit

Look at the cars parked in the motel
And nobody in them
They must be hungry as hell

The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure
Ideal love a new purchase
A market of the senses
Dream of the perfect life
Economic circumstances
The body is good business
Sell outmaintain the interest

Keeping up nostalgic
Want to own tomorrow
Discipline is his passion
Now is enough
Outside the trains don’t run on time
He believes it’s not coincidence
He thinks the blood will run them down
Hold it’s no castle

Blinkered paralyzed flat on my back
they said our world is built in endeavour
but every man is for himself
wealth is for the one that wants it
paradise if you can earn it
history’s the reason
i’m washed out
blinkered paralyzed flat on my back

Head away from the years

You’re on the price list

Head away from the years

You’re on the price list

I wake up you are there
Silhouette against the glare
Electric skin shocks me like lightning

You say to me: I give you this -
You can have all you can kiss
If it tastes good prove it to me

Your look will always find me hypnotized
Behind every cloud there's a silver lining
There's a pain in my heart
Is it for real or on show
Let's try to just make a point
Let's try to get to the point
You worry too much kid
About how to say it

In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well There’s no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we’ll get drunk on cheap wine
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we’ll turn the Boast again
To hell with poverty the check will arrive we’ll turn to Boast again
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and There’s no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge
To hell with poverty we’ll get drunk on cheap wine

Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's-land surrounds our desires
To crack the shell we mix with others
Some lie in the arms of lovers

The city is the place to be
With no money you go crazy
I need an occupation!

This wheel spins letting me off
It's not the lack of trying
Can't put my finger on it

You can't help being hard up
Can't trust the gods we trusted
Don't think that's any insurance

From the album Solid Gold, 1981

We’ve all got opinions
Where do they come from?
Each day seems like a natural fact
And what we think
Changes how we act
We’ve all got opinions