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1. | The Producer |
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9. | I Fought The Law |
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There's a fly buzzing round inside my head
and it can't find its way out.
Crawling here and there not getting anywhere,
I can feel it panicking now.
As it follows a bundle of nerve fibres
down the temporal lobe to my spinal cord.
Backs up to the pituitary gland,
flees to the forebrain, turns again...
I can feel each footstep like a punch,
my eyes explode with pain.
As it makes its way up my optic track
then pauses and turns again...
It probes my hypotalamus,
blunders round my cranium.
From the tectum to the tegmentum
stretches its wings, then turns again...
Until it reaches the control centre,
that tells me that I'm me.
It burrows into my synapses,
rests a while and then it starts to feed...
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Whispering voices in my head
sounds like they're calling my name
a heavy hand is shaking my bed
I'm waking up and I feel the strain
I'm feeling pushed again
I'm feeling pushed again
Why should I go where everyone goes?
Why should I do what everyone does?
I don't like it when you get too close
I don't want to be under your thumb
I'm feeling pushed again, pushed again
I'm feeling pushed again
PUSHED AGAIN!
Why can't you just leave me alone?
solitude is a faithful friend
turn the lights off - I'm not home
can't you see
I don't need your help?
You're going fast when I want to go slow
you make me run when I want to walk
you're sending me down a rocky road
I get confused when you start to talk
I'm feeling pushed again, feeling pushed again
I'm feeling pushed again
Why can't you just leave me alone?
You're dragging me right to the edge
I've got to go
when you jerk my rope
I don't know
where the good times went
And I'm sick of this pain in my head
and I'm scared of being pushed
Pushed again
It's getting more then I can take
It's like a band tightening around my head
if you keep pushing something's going to break
it's making me think I'd be better of dead
Why can't you just leave me alone?
solitude is a faithful friend
I'll sort my life out on my own
I just want this preasure to end
And I'm sick of this pain in my head
and I'm scared of being pushed
Pushed again
And I'm sick of this pain in my head
and I'm scared of being pushed
Pushed again
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She's drawing pictures of herself
and giant-size men in a Liliput world.
She knows some stories, but never tells
of all her haunted adventures.
Because the big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.
Now safely in her mother's arms,
her tears are like diamonds that roll down her cheeks.
She's afraid and she's ashamed,
but the spell is so strong, that she just cannot speak.
The big bad wolf
has whispered in her ear,
that no one else must know what happens here.
And she must never ever
breathe a single word
or he'll blow down her fairytale world.
She is so shy, just like a deer
and when she scens danger, she knows she must hide.
In the forest she'll disappear,
away from those sharp teeth and piercing grey eyes.
And the big bad wolf
will never find her here
or fill her small heart up with fear.
And she will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll stay in her fairytale world.
She will never ever
breathe a single word,
she'll just stay in her fairytale world.
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Wir sind uns vorher nie begegnet,
Doch ich hab' dich schon lang vermisst
Auch wenn ich dich zum ersten Mal hier treff'
Ich wusste immer wie du aussiehst.
Mit dir will ich die Pferde stehl'n,
die uns im Wege sind.
Ich geh mit dir durch dick und dünn
Bis an das Ende dieser Welt!
Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
Es ist schön ihn da zu spür'n
Und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Komm, wir klauen uns ein Auto
Ich fahr dich damit 'rum
Und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde!
Was wir zum Leben brauchen
Werden wir uns schon irgendwie hol'n.
Wir rauben ein paar Banken aus
Oder einen Geldtransport.
Wir schießen zwei, drei, vier, fünf Bullen um,
Wenn es nicht mehr anders geht.
Jeder weiß genau was er da tut,
wenn er uns aufhalten will.
Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
Es ist schön ihn da zu spür'n
Und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Auch wenn uns die ganze Welt verfolgt,
Wir kümmern uns nicht drum,
Denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde!
Wenn uns der Boden unter den Füßen brennt
Machen wir uns aus dem Staub.
In den Bergen hängen wir alle ab,
Die etwas von uns woll'n.
Lebendig kriegen sie uns nie,
Egal wie viel es sind.
"Tod oder Freiheit"
Soll auf unser'm Grabstein steh'n
Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
Es ist schön ihn da zu spür'n
Und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Komm wir bomben uns durchs Leben
Und öffnen jede Tür,
denn wir sind Bonnie und Clyde!
Leg deinen Kopf an meine Schulter
Es ist schön ihn da zu spür'n
Und wir spielen Bonnie und Clyde.
Uns're Liebe soll ein Sprengsatz sein,
der ständig explodiert.
Du bist Bonnie -
Ich bin Clyde!
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What is it? Sounds like a hit,
keeps buzzing round my head.
Brings a swing to your hips, a smile to your lips,
but it makes me see red.
It's good when you shop, makes your heart-rate drop,
worries drift away.
You don`t have to listen to the silence,
that's what you really hate.
There's a little melody ringing in my ears,
sounds so peaceful and so sweets, soothes away my fears.
There's a hopeless happy song burrowing in my brain,
it tears my heart to pieces, it's driving me insane.
Can you boogie to the revolution?
Can you shimmy to the holocaust?
Can you tap your toes to your troubles and woes?
Can you join in with the words?
It's unconditional surrender,
it's the bland leading the blind.
It helps you find your way through the dreary day,
but it's making me lose my mind.
There's a little melody ringing in my ears,
sounds so peaceful and so sweets, soothes away my fears.
There's a hopeless happy song burrowing in my brain,
it tears my heart to pieces, it's driving me insane.
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I am he is you are he is you are me
and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun!
See how they fly!
I'm crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corparation tee-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday, man you've been a naughty boy
you've let your face grow long!
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus--koo koo kachoo.
Mister city policeman sitting, pretty little
policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run.
I'm crying.
I'm cry...
I'm crying...
I'm cry...
Yellow mound of custard, dripping from a dead dogґs eye
Grab a locker fishwife
Pornagraphic priestess
Boy, youґve been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus--koo koo kachoo
*alarm rings*
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the Sun.
If the Sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus--koo koo kachoo, koo koo koo kachoo!
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Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
Ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha!
See how they smile like pigs in a sty.
See how they snide...
Iґm crying
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguins singinґ Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allen Poe!
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus--koo koo koo kachoo!
koo koo koo kachoo!
koo koo kachoo koo koo koo kachoo koo koo!
Jooba jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
Jooba jooba
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Another boring Saturday in another boring week,
I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete.
I had some stuff I'd been saving for a special occasion.
I took one, then I took one more, my head blew up like a bomb.
My room started spinning around, I fell down to the floor,
I lay there for quite a while, then I crawled towards the door.
Hanging on to the handle, I tried to get off my knees,
The door opened and the hallway morror was right in front of me.
My face was hanging there like it belonged to someone else
and I could see all the bits of me I'd been hiding from myself.
There's no escape,
no escape for you.
There's no escape,
no escape from me.
Another boring Saturday in another boring week,
but now it seems so far away and I'm too fucked to speak.
Wish I could have another boring day, but I'm stuck with this instead.
In the hallway with a frozen face and these questions in my head.
I close my eyes and turn around, I try to break the spell -
I reach out for the front door, and I leave my private hell.
I get outside and I walk around, waiting for my mind to clear,
but every window that I look in… I see the same face appear.
And everybody walking down the street is wearing the same face, too.
Now they are all staring at me and there's nothing I can do.
There's no escape,
no escape for you.
There's no escape,
no escape from me.
This is your face speaking,
you're one face in the crowd.
You know there's no escape from me,
you'd better face it now.
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Sometimes you can't cope with life,
you think there's nothing you can do.
The whole world seems to be caving in and burying you.
All the hatred and the hypocrisy, the punishment of truth,
the sickness and the cynicism, that strips away your youth.
If you could find a crack in this faceless wall
and push your fingers through,
your hand will touch another hand 'cause I'm buried here, too.
Come on! Let's join up!
Let's rise out of this dirt,
escape from this oppression, this anger and this hurt.
The ignorance, intolerance, stupidity and lies,
spreading like a virus and ruining our lives.
All we need is honesty to push away this night,
let's hang on to our innocence and hold each other tight.
And we could cure ourselves if we believe it's possible,
let's lie down on this couch and make ourselves more comfortable.
We've come to the oasis that we've both been searching for,
so let's lay down our weapons and forget this stupid war.
We'll listen to each other, our wounds will start to heal,
it's starting out as role-play, but it ends up being real.
I heal you,
if you take care of me.
And we lose ourselves
in soul therapy.
We'll dive into our deepest fears, delve into our souls,
we'll face up to our nightmares until the fear dissolves.
And when you meet your enemies, I'll be there by your side,
from man or god or devil you will never need to hide.
All we need is honesty to push away the night.
Let's hang on to each other,
let's hold each other tight.
I heal you,
if you take care of me.
We lose ourselves
in soul therapy.
I heal you,
if you take care of me.
And we lose ourselves
in soul therapy.
And we'll find ourselves
in soul therapy.
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Jeden Morgen ein Drei-Minuten-Frühstücksei
Und eine Runde mit dem Hund
Pünktlich bei der Arbeit sein
Pünktlich wieder Schluss
Jeden Tag in die gleiche Richtung
Ohne zu fragen wieso
Jede Nacht dieselben Gesichter
In denselben Fernseh-Shows
Niemals würden wir so enden
Haben wir uns damals gesagt
Keine Lust auf diesen Käfig
Mit Regeln wie Eisenstangen
Es war ein riesengroßer Aufschrei
Wir waren dagegen und nie dafür
Und damit endlich etwas passiert
Ritzten wir in jede Scheißhaustür:
Viva la Revolution – es lebe die Revolution
Viva la Revolution – es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod
Wir wollten diese Welt verändern
Und liefen erstmal zum Friseur
Denn irgend jemand hatte mal gesagt
Dass das Aussehen wichtig wär
Und dann warfen wir uns in den Kampf
Wie die Krieger von Babylon
Jeder glaubte an was anderes
Weil keiner etwas verstand
Viva la Revolution – es lebe die Revolution
Viva la Revolution – es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod
Viva la Revolution
Viva la Revolution
Der alte Marx wär sicher stolz auf uns
Und unseren heiligen Krieg
Denn es ging um unsere Freiheit
Gott sei Dank haben wir gesiegt
Und heute können wir wählen
Zwischen SPD und CDU
Zwischen RTL und ZDF
Für Pepsi oder Coke
Viva la Revolution – es lebe die Revolution
Viva la Revolution – es gibt ein Leben vor dem Tod
Viva la Revolution – es lebe die Revolution
Dieses Viva la Revolution war leider auch nur Opium
Viva la Revolution oohooh
Viva la Revolution oohooh
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No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor,
sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York.
Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and Berlin,
GM foods grown in the West, in Thailand - Burger King.
Trees fall in the rainforest, the Yen falls in Japan,
killer virus in the Congo, HIV in the Vatican.
Silicon deaths in Hollywood, famine in Sudan,
atomic tests by India, France and Pakistan.
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
one place stays secure:
Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.
Massacres in Mexico, in Moscow - the Mafia,
weapons inspectors leave Iraq, terror in Bogota.
Water shortage in the West Bank, New Guinea tsunami,
ethnic cleansing by the Serbs, the Turks and the Chinese.
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
one place stays secure:
Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.
Northern Ireland talks break down, Basque attacks in Spain,
fascists and fundamentalists on the rise again.
Clampdown in Vietnam, Aborigine rights denied,
tourist murders in Uganda, the entire EU resigns.
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world's at war -
Disneyland will stay secure
When your life's fucked up and down the drain
and you haven't got the energy to start again -
Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.
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You're sitting in your high castle
looking down at us.
Sure that we'll be happy slaves,
who'll never make a fuss.
There's a reverential silence
as millions watch you snore.
Live to serve, serve to live.
Well, we want something more.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
Spread the word in every church,
in every little town.
wizard is just a man like us
we're going to hunt him down.
We're rolling back the red carpet,
snuffing your candle out.
Like you crushed every free-thinker
who dared to raise a doubt.
There's gonna be a vacancy
and we'd all like the job.
The worms have turned, it's time you learned
your flock's become a mob.
We want revenge...
Tortures and holy wars,
hatred all around.
We know that you're responsible,
we're going to hunt you down.
We want revenge...
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
we've seen the light and we know the truth.
We want your glory and your power,
vengeance... will... be... ours!
You said we're all born innocent,
in God's eyes we're the same.
But some go hungry and unloved
and it's you we blame.
We want revenge...
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It's a morning full of innocence
as the day defeats the night
and the sun shines down like a gift from God
and the world is new and bright.
The moment seems so holy
as I see you walk my way.
But a prayer requires a sacrifice
and someone has to pay
for this beautiful day -
such a beautiful day.
When I close my hands around your neck
don't be upset with me.
'Cause all of us are just passing through,
we stay awhile and then we leave.
And if the Lord should call you early,
does it matter anyway?
Could there be a better time to go?
Could there be a better way
than on this beautiful day?
Such a beautiful day -
this beautiful day.
What a beautiful day.
This beautiful day -
your final day.
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