We put this festival on you bastards
With a lot of love
We worked for one year for you pigs
And you want to break our walls down
Or you want fuckin' to destroy us
Well you go to hell

Kids are running around naked fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin' in the bushes
Kids are running around naked fuckin' in the bushes

Paint no illusion, try to click with whatcha got
Taste every potion cos if yer like yerself a lot
Go let it out, go let it in, go let it out

Life is precocious in a most peculiar way
Sister psychosis don't got a lot to say
She go let it out, she go let it in, she go let it out
She go let it out, she go let it in, she go let it out

Is it any wonder why Princes and Kings

Found what I'd lost inside
My spirit has been purified
Take a thorn from my pride
And hand in hand we'll take a walk outside

Thank you for the sun the one that shines on everyone
Who feels love
Now there's a million years between my fantasies fears
I feel love

I'm leaving all that I see
Now all my emotions fill the air I breath

Now you understand that this is not the promised land

Little James, we're all the same
They always seem to look to us
But we weren't meant to be grown ups
Thank you for your smile
You make it all worthwhile to us

You live for your toys, even though they make noise
Have you ever played with plastercine
Or even tried a trampoline
Thank you for your smile
You make it all worthwhile to us

I'm singing this song for you and your mum that's all

What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide

That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way

My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer

You know that feeling you get
You feel you're older than time
You ain't exactly sure
If you've been away a while

Do you keep the receipts
For the friends that you buy
And ain't it bittersweet
You were only just getting by

But I hope you know
That it won't let go
It sticks around with you until the day you die
And I hope you know That it's touch and go

Here's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for

And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more

Baby the time is right to tell it all like it is
And now that I feel god like there's nothing that can't be kissed
The name of a lonely soul is scratched into my brain
He thought he was king creole
Until he found out, until he found out

He sits upon a throne
He lives a sleazy lie
But he's all alone again, again

I can see a liar, sitting by the fire

I can give a hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
I blame it on the changing of the seasons
The thoughts that I've conveyed

Does it make it all right?
It doesn't make it all right

To roll it over my soul and leave me here
Roll it over my soul and leave me here

Look around at all the plastic people
Who live without a care
Try to sit with me around my table
But never bring a chair

Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer mamma sez that you was real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer mamma sez that you was real

Ready or not, come what may
The bets are going down for judgement day
So put yer money in yer mouth
And your hands right upon the wheel

Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer pappa sez that you was real
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer pappa sez that you was real