Lost on my own in the blazing sun
Down through the streets of Tokyo
Feeling like an alien is so much fun
This place somehow feels like a second home

I dream of the Tokyo skyline
I miss the emptiness and the silence
I long for the non-communication
Everything is happ

To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive Do you see the stars or the darkness begin? You fight your war, I fight for my life You pay your dues and i'll pay mine It's not war - just the end of love

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied, losing all that I had, at least with all my heart intact. In 1985, Orwell was proved right, Torville and Dean's bolero, redundant as a sad welsh chapel. In 19

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had,
at least with all my heart intact.

In 1985, Orwell was proved right,
Torville and Dean's bolero,
redundant as a sad welsh chapel.
In 1985, in 1985.

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
superstition is al

There are three ways to see despair
I've seen them all, I'm scared to say
The three ways are real I've lived through them all
The fourth way is coming, so prepare for the fall

Can you save someone from the hidden depths
Of a darkened soul with no hope left
And I don't k

It's the longest running joke
In history
To kill the working classes
In the name of liberty

The lies of Hillsborough
The blood of Orgreave
All the evasion at the BBC

And 30 years of war
To darken all our class
Black propaganda, lies and mistrust
See it

Four lonely roads
The terror it had flown
Never led you home

Four lonely roads
Got sunk into my heart
Then it fell apart

Staring with an idle eye
Measuring the pain inside
Darker hell stood up on high
Then disappeared without reply

Four lonely roads<

I’m too much to die I'm not enough to stay alive I'm sitting in the middle waiting Days since I last pissed Cheeks sunken and despaired So gorgeous sunk to six stone Lose my only remaining h

I eat too much to die
And not enough to stay alive
I'm sitting in the middle waiting

Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home

See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappears

We've finally found a way To consume boredom every day We've all become our personal gods We've all become so sad and lost So sad So sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion

We've finally found a way
To consume boredom every day
We've all become our personal gods
We've all become so sad and lost
So sad
So sad and lost

A billion balconies facing the sun
A billion faces turned to their screens
The perfect answer to camouflage our scre

Libraries gave us power Then work came and make us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face To wear the scars To show from where

Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now
For a shallow piece of dignity

I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came

We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And w

It's Here, It's a Secret, A Secret Society
It's Here, It's a Secret, A Secret Society

It's gone beyond me, beyond my vulnerability
Science fiction for the masses with no reality
Ban all this religion wipe it out and start again
Democracy - the highest state that man ha

And all the masks I carry on my face
For you, for another
Some calm and then some grace
But once within a long and broken night
A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white

This is a song, this is a song
a song for a departure
This is a song
This is a song, this

Primary prole MP judge general policeman
Figureheads sucked in as just another token
Sell your culture and tolerate another
Annihilation in the pursuit of self-love corruption

Vision of dead desire - tune in reception control
Vision of dead desire - underclass coma zone

Haven't shaved for days Keeps the appearance of delay The luxury of one more dye Pretend humility, the ugly lie I would prefer no choice One bread, one milk, one food, that's all I'm confused, I

I don´t know if i´m tired And I don´t know if I´m ill My cheeks are turning yellow I think I´ll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now It must be for the fifteenth time I´ve

Wear your eyes as dark as night Paint your face with what you like Wear your love like it is made of hate Born to destroy and born to create Now baby, what’ve you done to your hair? Is it jus

Blockades won't win you more votes A Cuban adjustment act Offer the world a dream Dress it up - it's blackmail Internal matter they say For two million dollars a day Maybe a future in fi