After midnight, after it's all gone wrong
Will you help me after I'm gone?
After I'm gone

Are you still living there, is she still by your side?
Do you still go to Terrace for a glass of wine?
Do you still cover up all your mistakes and lies for your unusable life?
Lost

I got your message today
I'm sorry what happened to you
It shouldn't have to be that way
I put my jeans and blue and grey shirt
My fancy shoes are covered in dirt
I can't get any work
Since I've been here I get lost a lot
I'm like a worn-out beat found in St James Par

For I have got another girl, another girl
You're making me say that I've got nobody but you
But as from today well I've got somebody that's new
I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want

For I have got another girl, another girl
She's sweeter that all the girls and

Alright!

He's a rebel, he's a guru, and he's a beatnik
He's a rebel, he's a traitor, and he's a beatnik
He's a runner, and he's in the race to be a beatnik
He's a mentor, and he's a traitor, and he's a beatnik

She's a pebble, he's the water, he's a beatnik
He's a prea

I thought i could change the world this way
Sometimes i
Remember i felt that every day
But you don’t need to sleep at all
You leave the pennies where they fall
And that our dreams never could end, my dear friend

Love to see you standing there
In your beautiful despa

All these words i wrote
Those books were mine
From shattered avenues
Lost silver shine
“you can’t catch death” wrote my baby girl
But i’d left that street
And i’d left the world

Books of california

The library is my cemetery
A perfect place for my words to

I can’t blame you for tryin’
With broken glass halos on your feet
Free shoes, read books for every kid you meet
Join the serenade on your street

You better rest, then run
You better rest, then run
You better rest, then run
‘cos the brothers off the block never had t

I am stronger than you
I can see the future of you
It's not the way you wanted it to be
But then you know you shouldn't cheat me

You used to be so much fun
Getting drunk and ranting everyone
But now you're down in your dumps

So I'll be strong and carry on dreaming

Charlie is a lad who likes to get around
It's his mission in life to spread his wisdom round
He's got perfect hair and a perfect shirt
Not shy with the girls but he shies away from work
Charlie can't sit down, he just can't be still
He's the epitome of dignity and looks that

Houses out of giro, christenings out of bread
Just another sad, sad car park death
Their dreams are out of sync with what their mates think
The brewed poll chance of a pisshead stink
Manic voices of the British press cry
"Swallow the lies of national pride"
I feel a fist

As the picture starts
There he is inside your mind
If you look closer
Then i think you know his name
Don't tell me you don't care
He was a rebel guy from a new wave opera

He fell in love with a girl from this tragedy
A backstreet angel from the streets
It's only

Political infatuation a feeling like (?)
If you look on the surface youll find nothing
Look to your mother, pension saints
The heroes on motorcycles
That believe in fact and truth
Loud radios unsettling my nerves
As we look back in tune to the (?) sound
Belief in what

He’s worn the same suit for weeks and moused up his look
He’s got a pocket for his walkman and a pocket for his bus book
In order to be smart he’ll switch off his brain.
If conditions were different he’d do exactly the same
The same damn way
Again

Cut off my hair
Wa

We're exclamation marks, the approximate yeah!
Shy and tender, we burn like tinder
We were fireflies in the hard breeze, we were 60s in the 80s
Jumpers with holes, playing our roles
A skinny swan vesta with a replica Vespa
We're Friday night feathers in our stripes and leathe

In our pockets, receipts and machines
In our estate the lift doesn't work
Walking is hard, 'cos here it's meant to be
In our flunky fingers, silver rings and sweat
From all that worried waiting for things to happen
You know they should, if only they would
But in our heads

He has a picture of her underneath the poster
So he knows that she is there
Even though she is not
And the tapes were a way to her heart

Shes something he can hold on to
Something good and hopeful.

I'll never get to kiss her fingers
I'll never get to hold her coat