Rien de dormier cette nuit
Je veux de toi
Jusque'a` ce que je sois sec
Mais nos corps sont tout mouille's
Comple'tement couvert de sueur
Nous nous noyons dans la mare'e
Je n'ai aucun de'sir
Tu as ravage' mon coeur
Et mois j'ai bu ton sang

Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi
Mais non pouvons faire ce que nous voulons
J'aurais toujours faim de toi

[spoken: The other ones are complete bullshit]

(One Sunday morning)[? Should be: You want something corny?]
You got it.

There's a house on my street
And it looks real neat
I'm the chap who lives in it

There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a drive in it

And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll look for a place to sit

Though it's me that's on fire not this cigarette

And what do I care if she leaves me alone

If I need somebody I'll pick up the phone

I'll put on my good face, clean up the flat

I'm starting all over, good bye to all that

Put on some music and pour out a drink

I'll go back to bed and I'll try not to think

Someone to talk to

She was a person I just couldn't see

I never followed leaders
I got no machine
An' I paid my dues all along
Always says your freakin'
When I mess with other people
'Cause I knew that I was really alone

Fall out, fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out, fall out with all the leaders and guys

I saw my education
It was my indoctrination
Just to be another parking machine
Always says your freakin'

No time for the complexities of conversation
No time smiles, no time for knowing
No time for the intricacies of explanation
No time for sharing, even less for showing

If I could
I'd slow the whole world down
I'd bring it to it's knees
I'd stop it spinning round
But as it is
I'm climbing up an endless wall

No time at all
No time this time
No time at all
No time this time

I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws till I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

I could make a mark if it weren't so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key
To a door
That's wide open

Instead of worrying about my clothes
I could be someone that nobody knows

I can't stand it for another day
When you live so many miles away
Nothing here is gonna make me stay
You took me over, let me find a way

I sold my house
I sold my motor, too
All I want is to be next to you.
I'd rob a bank
Maybe steal a plane
You took me over
Think I'm goin' insane

What can I do
All I want is to be next to you
What can I do
All I want is to be next to you

Well, someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you don't care
You look as if you're going somewhere
But I just can't convince myself
I couldn't live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Put on the red light, put on the red light

Yeah, yeah, yeah
There's a hole in my life
There's a hole in my life

Shadow in my heart
Is tearing me apart
Or maybe it's just something in my stars

There's a hole in my life
There's a hole in my life
Be a happy man
I try the best I can
Or maybe I'm just looking for too much

There's something missing from my life
Cuts me open like a knife
It leaves me vulnerable

It's all a game
You're not the same
Your famous name
The price of fame

Oh no, try to liberate me
I said oh no, stay and irritate me
I said oh no, try to elevate me
I said oh no, just a fallen hero

Don't wanna hear about the drugs you're taking
Don't wanna read about the love you're making
Don't wanna hear about the life you're faking
Don't wanna read about the muck they're raking

I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this

I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you

Sleep lay behind me like a broken ocean
Strange waking dreams before my eyes unfold
You lay there sleeping like an open doorway
I stepped outside myself and felt so cold
Take a look at my new toy
It'll blow your head in two, oh boy

Truth hits everybody, truth hits everyone
Truth hits everybody, truth hits everyone
Truth hits everybody, truth hits everyone

We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
My mother cried
When president Kennedy died
She said it was the communists
But I knew better

Would they drop the bomb on us
While we made love on the beach
We were the class they couldn't teach
'Cause we knew better

We were born, born in the fifties

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, be my girl

Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my girl
Won't you be my, be my, Be my girl

I was blue and lonely, I couldn't sleep a wink

I don't want to rent your house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality what do you care
You deal in poverty you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes

I don't want to rent your house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality what do you care
You deal in poverty you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Rio Rio Rioo
Rio Rio Rioo
Rio Riay Riayo
Rio Riay Riayo
Rio Riay Riayo
Rio Riay Riayo
Rio Riay Riayo Riayo,
Riayo, Riayo, Riay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay

Wake up
Make up
Bring it up
Shake up
Stand by
Don't cry
Watching while the world dies

Big car
Movie star
Hot tip
Go far
Blind date
Too late
Take a bus
Don't wait

It's alright for you
It's alright for you
It's alright for you
For you and you and you and you and you

It's alright for you
It's alright for you
It's alright for you
For you and you and you

Limp wrist

The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldn't spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight

The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark

Deathwish in the fading light
Headlight pointing through the night
Never thought I'd see the day
Playing with my life this way

Gotta keep my foot right down
If I had wings I'd leave the ground
Burning in the outside lane
People think that I'm insane

The day I take a bend too fast
Judgement that could be my last
I'll be wiped right off the slate
Don't wait up 'cause I'll be late

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk for ever
Walking on the moon
We could live together
Walking on, walking on the moon

Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Walking back from your house
Walking on the moon
Feet they hardly touch the ground
Walking on the moon
My feet don't hardly make no sound

The other ones are complete bullshit

You want something corny
You got it

There's a house on my street
And it looks real neat
I'm the chap who lives in it
There's a tree on the sidewalk
There's a car by the door
I'll go for a drive in it
And when the wombat comes
He will find me gone
He'll look for a place to sit

My wife has burned the scrambled eggs
The dog just bit my leg

Bed's too big without you
Cold wind blows right through my open door
I can't sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets, no love, no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears

Bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you

I've got a lump in my throat about the note you wrote
I'd come on over but I haven't got a raincoat
Have we got contact, you and me?
Have we got touchdown
Can't we be?

I've got contacts in my book and in my eyes
My good connection on the telephone never lies
Have we got contact, you and me?
Have we got touchdown
Can't we be?

I've got a list of the people I have known

I change my clothes ten times
Before I take you on a date
I'm in a cold sweat, my panic it makes me late
I know you never asked for this
I know
My shots will always miss
My shots will always miss

Does everyone stare this way at you
I only look this way at you

I change my clothes ten times
Before I take you on a date
I get the heebie-jeebies, and my panic makes me late

Gazed into the visions of the night
Seen the darkness fall
I've heard a mountain fall away from sight
Heard the thunder call

Seen the beast I call my father
Creature of the night
I feel the creeping darkness close
that [I need] electric light

They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it
They sow a harvest but what's it worth
There's no one left to reap it

I never thought of leading
I've got my own machine
And I've paid my dues all along
All set for breakingWhen I missed those other people'Cause I knew that I was really alone

Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys

I saw my education
It was my indocrination
Just to be another parking machine

Turn on my V.C.R., same one I've had for years
James Brown on the Tami show,
Same tape I've had for years
I sit in my old car, same one I've had for years
Old battery's running down, it ran for years and years

Turn on the radio, the static hurts my ears
Tell me, where would I go I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo, it's played for years and years

I woke up in my clothes again this morning
I don't know exactly where I am
And I should heed my doctor's warning
He does the best with me he can

He claims I suffer from delusion
But I'm so confident I'm sane
It can't be an optical illusion
So how can you explain
Shadows in the rain

And if you see us on the corner
We're just dancing in the rain

Instrumental

Instrumental

There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution

We are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world

Our so-called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
The subjugate the meek
But it's the rhetoric of failure

The night came down, jungle sounds were in my ears
City screams are all I've heard in twenty years
The razor's edge of night it cuts into my sleep
I sit upon the edge now shall I make that leap

I'm the Omegaman
I'm the Omegaman

The sky's alive with turned on television sets
I walk the streets and seek another vision yet
The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier

I can dream up schemes when I'm sitting in my seat
I don't see any flaws 'til I get to my feet
I wish I never woke up this morning
Life was easy when it was boring

I could make a mark if it weren't so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key, to a door that's wide open

Instead of worrying about my clothes
I could be someone that nobody knows

Well, the telephone is ringing,
Is that my mother on the phone
Telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone
The telephone is screaming
Won't she leave me alone
The telephone is ringing
Is that my mother on the phone

Well every girl that I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Every girl I go out with
Becomes my mother in the end
Well, I hear my mother calling

My sisters and I
Have this wish before we die
And it may sound strange
As if our minds are deranged
Please don't ask us why
Beneath the sheltering sky
We have this strange obsession
You have the means in your possession

We want our tea in the Sahara with you
We want our tea in the Sahara with you

The young man agreed
He would satisfy their need
So they danced for his pleasure

I don't want to rent a house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

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I’m workin’ all night, workin’ all day,
My job is hard and I can’t slip away,
You think it’s over, you think we’re through,
It’s not like that, it just isn’t true.

Suzy let us go to the beach,
Where we can stay out of reach,
Just enjoying the sunshine,
Not to make you misunderstand,
I want to hold your hand,

First to fall over when the atmosphere
is less than perfect
Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line

You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza
You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
You live your life like a canary in a coalmine

The general scratches his belly and thinks
His pay is good but his officers stink
Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
A military man would love to meet
The President looks in the mirror and speaks
His shirts are clean but his country reeks
Unpaid bills, in Afghanistan hills

Bombs away
But we're O.K.
Bombs away
In old Bombay

The general only wants to teach France to dance

Instrumental
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