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Kid,
Stay and snip your cord off,
Talk and let your mind loose,
Can't all think like Chekov,
But you'll be O.K.
Kid,
Is this your first time here?
Some can't stand the beauty,
So they cut off one ear,
But you'll be O.K.
Welcome to the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to a billion Arabian nights.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
This is your life and you spend it all.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
Just don't hurt nobody,
And the big reward's here,
In the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Kid,
Pick up with another,
Some will even drop you,
But hearts are built like rubber,
So you'll be alright.
Kid,
Swallow but believe us,
You won't die of boredom,
Should you have to leave us,
It'll be alright.
Welcome to the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to a billion Arabian nights.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
This is your life and you spend it all.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
Just don't hurt nobody,
'Less of course they ask you,
In the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to a billion Arabian nights.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
This is your life and you spend it all.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
Just don't hurt nobody,
Welcome to the Garden of Earthly Delights.
Welcome to a billion Arabian nights.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
This is your life and you spend it all.
This is your life and you do what you want to do,
Just don't hurt nobody,
'Less of course they ask you,
In the Garden of Earthly Delights
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Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that's stupid of me,
But it's nothing that I care about.
Well I don't know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
I can't have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it's really unsound,
That you're ever seen talking to me.
Well I don't know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
I'm not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
what you get is all real,
I can't put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (And anyway...)
And I can't unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton),
Then I'm the man who grew the money tree,
(no Chain of Office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they're paupers and that's how they'll stay.
Well I don't know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the Nobel prizes that I've never won,
And I may be the Mayor of Simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that's I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor of Simpleton.
You'll be warm in the arms of the Mayor.
(Please be upstanding for the Mayor of Simpleton.)
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Everyone's creeping up to the money god
Putting tongues where they didn't ought to be
On stepping stones of human hearts and souls
Into the land of "nothing for free"
Well the way that we're living
Is all take and no giving
There's nothing to believe in
The loudest mouth will hail the new-found way
To be king for a day
Everyone's licking up to the new King Pin
Trying to get way up with a smile
Sing for your supper boy and jump to a finger click
Ain't my way of living in style
'Cause the ladder gets longer
And ambition gets stronger
I can't satisfy the hunger
That bad old moon has got you in its sway
To be king for a day
(King for a day)
You're only here once so you got to get it right
(No time to fuss and fight)
'Cause life don't mean much if measured out with someone else's plight
(In time you'll see the light)
'Cause the way that we're living
Is all take and no giving
There's not much to believe in
The loudest mouth will hail the new found way
To be king for a day
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Here comes President Kill again,
Surrounded by all of his killing men.
Telling us who, why, where and when,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, ring out the bells,
King Conscience is dead.
Hooray, now back in your cells,
We've President Kill instead.
Here comes President Kill again.
Broadcasting from his killing den.
Dressed in pounds and dollars and yen,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, hang out the flags,
Queen Caring is dead.
Hooray, we'll stack body bags,
For President Kill instead.
Ain't democracy wonderful?
Them Russians can't win!
Ain't democracy wonderful?
Lets us vote someone like that in.
Here comes President Kill again,
from pure White House to Number 10.
Taking lives with a smoking pen,
President Kill wants killing again.
Hooray, everything's great,
Now President Kill is dead.
Hooray, I'll bet you can't wait,
To vote for President Kill instead...
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All around the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
The humble and the great,
Even those we think we hate,
Need the loving.
Soldiers of the Queen,
All the hard men that we've seen,
Need the loving.
Babies at the breast,
Those in power and those suppressed,
Need the loving.
Let's face it you just can't hide,
Your first taste'll send you reeling,
Like a firework to which we're tied,
Be prepared to go through your ceiling now.
The loving's coming,
The loving's more than just an ad man's vision.
The loving's strumming,
On your heart strings,
So loud that you can't help but listen.
Sailors on the seas,
Or the clergy on their knees,
Need the loving.
All the rich and poor,
Even those we fight at war,
Need the loving.
That thing that we need most of,
That stuff we should try before we've died.
Everyone is begging to be loved,
With a free gift, a working heart inside.
The loving's coming,
The loving's advertised in all the papers.
The loving's humming,
Your favourite song,
For once it won't annoy the neighbours.
The loving, the loving.
All round the world,
Every boy and every girl,
Need the loving.
Cold-hearted or warm,
Every single person born,
Needs the loving.
Way out there in space,
Think we'll find that alien race,
Needs the loving.
And just to end the list,
Everything that could exist,
Needs the loving.
The loving's coming!
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Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood,
Bad brains, bad thoughts, and others deeds.
Poor skeleton no doubt,
One of these days,
You can cast aside your human, be free.
When the cities run with blood,
And you drink our health in mud,
"All flesh be gone."
Save your dry and joyous shout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Sprung from his life sentence,
Deep inside some muscle mask.
Poor skeleton devout,
Propping up truck drivers,
Filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.
When technology is rust,
And you write your book in dust,
"All flesh be gone."
Can't buy tickets from a tout,
For the day poor skeleton steps out.
Poor skeleton steps out,
Liberated from sex organs,
And brown, black, white skin.
Poor skeleton you lout,
Don't you think that we might,
like to have been asked to join in?
For good skeletons are we,
And we're dying to be free,
"All flesh be gone."
I will scream or sulk and pout,
Until my poor skeleton steps out.
Better watch out, here comes bony boy.
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I got so much to say
But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong.
I'm not akin to the Eighties thing,
Where you look after number one.
But I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm one of the millions.
Who never seem to do anything.
(He never seems to do anything.)
I never seem to do anything.
(He never seems to do anything.)
And everytime I get the urge,
To strike out on my own,
Insecurity wraps me up,
It's cold outside the fold.
So I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm the man who merely threatens.
Who's always saying what he's gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm always saying what I'm gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm running steady,
Oh so steady.
So safe and sound,
I could drown.
I've had my fill of living,
In my cosy armchair land,
But all my schemes come to a humiliating end.
So I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm scared what might happen.
I won't rock the boat,
'Cause I'm one of the millions,
Who's always saying what he's gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I'm always saying what I'm gonna do.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
No I won't rock no boats.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
Kiss goodbye to my hopes.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
I won't rock no boats.
(He's always saying what he's gonna do.)
Life is easy when you're being kept afloat.
I won't rock no boats.
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Hope you enjoyed your flight in one of our new straw aeroplanes,
you'll find things here are just like what you're used to.
There's lots of waste and razor wire and no one gives a damn about the land,
we just stand around and stare like you folks do.
For we ain't got no brains and we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
Hope you enjoyed your meal it's only gas and chemicals,
We thought that you'd prefer something not nature made.
Now while you're here, can you advise us on a war we'd like to start,
Against some scarecrows over there, a different shade?
For we ain't got no brains and we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
We don't have no tears here,
No one hopes or cares or fears here,
for the old, the sick, the poor and them what taint you.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'Cause you're the smartest animals on earth, now ain't you?
We don't have no love here,
There's no need to rise above here,
No one wants to write a book or try to paint thee.
We thought we'd base our civilization upon yours,
'Cause we're all dead from our necks up, now ain't we?
And we ain't got no brains and we ain't got no hearts,
It's just that wild old wind that tears us all apart.
We're the scarecrow people,
Have we got lots in common with you.
And if you don't start living well,
You're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too.
And I ain't got no brains and I ain't got no heart,
It's just them other humans tear my soul apart.
I'm a scarecrow person,
Have I got quite some message for you.
For if we don't start learning well,
We're all gonna wind up scarecrow people too!
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Higher.
I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state.
But I'm the kitchen boy who'll wash your dirty plate.
I had no message and the message was,
We're all Jesus, Buddha, and the Wizard of Oz.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll be lifting humanity higher.
Higher.
I'm all religious figures rolled into one,
Gaddafy Duck propelled from Jimmy Swaggart's tommy gun.
Don't promise rainbows with some golden pot,
In fact what I can offer I know you've already got.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
Higher!
And you know it's true.
We should chase superstition and fear from our hearts,
If we're going to survive and take levels of sanity higher.
Kick it up... Higher.
I'm merely a man,
And I bring nothing but love for you.
I'm merely a man,
And I want nothing that you can't do.
And you know it's true.
That with logic and love we'll have power enough,
To raise consciousness up and for lifting humanity higher.
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Another year's gone by,
The world's grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.
Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human nature's
Getting pretty thin.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through, these cynical days.
Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark night's closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.
I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But I'm competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just don't count,
Makes me wonder what it's all about.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say it's just a passing phase,
You've got to help me get through these cynical days.
Cynical days.
Cynical days.
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Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
Let me rest my bones.
(Ziggedy zig zag just look at 'em. Ziggedy zag, hey hey)
A billion feet sound just like a billion drums.
A bed is creaking as the messiah comes.
The cars are crashing and the bacon is hacked.
The coffin's lowered and the lunches get packed.
Still segregating 'cause we insects are too proud.
Doesn't matter what colour of cat you are there's no dogs allowed.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
War planes go over but no wages go 'round.
A sign goes up to say hey we're twin towned.
The dough is rising but no bread will be baked.
The fur is genuine but the orgasm's faked.
We're spending millions to learn to speak porpoise,
When human loneliness is still a deafening noise.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on across this antheap.
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers,
Nurses, queens and drones.
Wish they'd leave my head tonight,
And let me rest my bones.
And all the world's babies are crying still.
While all the police cars harmonize with power drills.
As jets and kettles form a chord with screeching gulls.
Accompanied by truncheons keeping time on human skulls.
And the screaming sky won't let me sleep.
The stars are laughing at us,
As we crawl on and on past lovers who'll leap.
On and on past widows who'll weep.
On and on no more than skin deep.
On and on across this antheap.
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Hold me my daddy,
I never felt lower than dirt on the floor.
I say hold me my daddy,
I never felt like crying oceans before.
If this means war, why are we in it?
Might've fired off a couple of rounds, I didn't mean to begin it.
If these are the bullets that every father and son must chew,
Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.
Hold me my daddy,
It hurts me to see grown men fighting this way.
I say hold me my daddy,
The young and the old dog aren't having their day.
This civil war, why are we in it?
There's nobody on this flat earth, would ever want to win it.
If these are the hot coals that every father and son walks through,
Well then hold me my daddy, I forgot to say I love you.
And if you agree we can make amends.
All this squabbling I've hated.
In another time and another place where our history bends,
We could've been the best of friends and not merely related.
Well these are the right words to say,
They're difficult but still true,
Well then hold me my daddy,
I forgot to say I love you.
(Hold him. Tight. Hold him like he was a baby.)
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Anytime you rise, I'm here,
And I'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you round the world,
Pink thing it'll be OK.
If I could only wake you from your slumber curled,
Pink thing what would straight folks say?
That man isn't fit to enter heaven.
That man is a sinner,
Ever burning in disgrace.
Pink thing, spit in my face,
I'd love you for it.
Anytime you call, I'll fall,
Into madness for you pink thing.
You make me want to live.
You make me want to die.
And when I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
I want to take you out and show you to the girls,
Pink thing they're a whole new tribe.
If you could only see the way the way the gingham swirls,
Pink thing it's a whole new vibe.
That man isn't fit to be a father.
That man is a sinner,
'Fore they cast me down to die,
Pink thing, spit in my eye,
I'd love you for it.
Yes, I'd love you for it.
Anytime you rise, I'm here,
And I'm crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.
Hundred heartbeats high.
I want to introduce you,
Take you to the brink thing.
I want to introduce you,
Tell me what you think thing. I want to introduce you,
Make that missing link thing.
Don't you think it's time you met some female pink thing?
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
So why is it I'm happy when there's tears down in your eye?
Little pink thing.
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I'm 12 o'clock,
All daylight hours,
I'll warm your bed,
I'll grow your flowers.
Like I'm a miniature sun.
This ball ignited when she told me I was her only one.
I'm not the same now.
I'm not that plain little boy.
I'm all aflame now.
I'm king up here like a miniature sun.
No life comes close,
I'm rising higher,
On holiday,
On ball of fire,
You made a miniature sun.
Theres no more shadows in this world she says I'm her only one.
I'm not the same now.
I'm not that plain little boy.
I'm all aflame now.
I radiate like a miniature sun.
Now everything looks right today,
A billion watts of bright today.
And I'm a blazing kite today.
I think I'll float around her house,
And tell her exactly how she makes me glow.
But then the other man leaving merely doffs his hat,
And I'm the last to know.
Now everything looks wrong today.
An out of tune sung song today.
I've grown from big King Kong today,
Right down to miniature...
Don't come too close,
I'll burn your arm,
I'll bleach your hair,
Dustbowl your farm,
I'll blind your eyes,
You blinded mine,
I'll spin with rage,
All summertime,
You made a miniature sun. Just take a look up in the nightsky, I'm not the only one.
I'm not the same now.
I'm not that vain little boy that I was.
I'm all to blame now,
Look out below here I come!
Man crashing down like a miniature sun
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I'm floating over strange land,
It's a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon.
I'm floating over strange land,
And then stranger still, there's no balloon.
But I'm getting higher,
Wafted up by fame's fickle fire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.)
I'm skating over thin ice,
Upon blunted blades of metal soft.
I'm skating over thin ice,
While some nonesuch net holds me aloft.
But I'm getting higher,
Lifted up on lucks' circus wire 'til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
Even I never know where I go when my eyes are closed.
Even I never spied that the scenes were posed.
Even I never knew this is what I'd be.
Even eyes never mean that you're sure to see.
Still I'm getting higher,
Rolling up on three empty tyres, 'til the...
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Bringing me back to earth,
Eternally and ever Ermine Street.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
The reluctant cannonball it seems.
I'm soaring over hushed crowds,
I'm propelled up here by long dead dreams.
Still I'm getting higher,
Icarus regrets and retires puzzled.
Chalkhills and children,
Anchor my feet.
Chalkhills and children,
Oddly complete.
(Even I never know where I go when my eyes are all closed.)
Here I go again.
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