The Buddha of Suburbia lyrics

Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is english and climbs the hills
Can’t tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in south london
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same

Though the idea of compassion

Is said to be

The union of Christ

And his bride, the Christian

It's all very puzzling

Sex and the church

Sex and the church

Sex and the church

and the church

and the church

All the great mystic religions

Put strong emphasis, on

Redeame this spiritual qualities

Of sex of sex

Chrstianity

Has been pretty modern

About sex

Instrumental

Instrumental

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Shine shine shine
Shine shine shine

Bleed like a crazed dad
These are the craze

Easy come come goto go back
In the valley of the dead man walks
How they drank from the jazz

Astral kestrel, fed into the featherfall
Fed him on a pencil carving you will never get

Shine shine shine
Bleed like crazed dad
These are the craze

All my friends
Now seem so thin and frail
Slinky secrets
Hotter than the sun
No peachy prayers
No trendy rechauffe
I'm with you
So I can't go on

[CHORUS]
All my violence
Raining tears upon the sheet
I'm bewildered/resentful
For we're strangers when we meet

Blank screen TV
Preening ourselves in the snow
Forget my name
But I'm over you
Blended sunrise
And it's a dying world
Humming Rheingold

And when she drowns
Within and in the fizzy gin, begins to sigh
"good god" or "my" I cry and die and lie beside

She is the apple in my eye
She talked to god
I couldn’t cope
Or’d hope eloped
A dope she roped
This salty lie

And when she’s dreaming, I believe
And when she’s reading, I retreat
Can’t believe her

In mornings she's so regal that the valley sighs

In the chilly sea that killed her real slows

Now we're swimming luck by the river doll by our sides

Fill the cup with these sleepy souls

Semicargo

It's clear that some things never take

Semicargo

Please, heal these tears

Semicargo

She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along

With such feats like sex only brought upon

Instrumental

Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is english and climbs the hills
Can’t tell the bullshit from the lies
Screaming along in south london
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I’ll wait until we’re sane
Wait until we’re blessed and all the same