Don't you ask me to come out
Let's wait for the blackout
Well, welcome to my basement flat Let's wait for the blackout Come lay with me upon the earth Let's wait for the blackout In darkness there is no sin At first you may find it strange There is no vision hereWait for the Blackout
When the sun does shine
Let us stay here with curtains drawn
In darkness you'll be mine
The light is too bright
Let's wait for the blackout
Wait for the night
No windows to see through
With darkness closing in my friend
We'll both know what to do
The light is too bright
Let's wait for the blackout
Wait for the night
That keeps us both alive
No living thing has lasted here
Yet we shall both survive
The light is too bright
Let's wait for the blackout
Wait for the night
Light only brings the fear
Nothing to corrupt the eyes
There is no vision here
But do not go away, the darkness
Holds the power that you won't
Find in the day
There is no vision here
Take a look outside
Those lively arts are on the slide
And culture's just a bore
When you're angry, young & poor
And if I got my way
Those idle rich would pay
When the discussion starts
On the lively arts
I'm gonna be a lazy slob
Sod the folks and sod the job
And tell the foreman that I'm ill
And in a week I'll be here
Still, yes I will
Take a look outside
Those lively arts are on the slide
And culture's just a bore
When you're angry, young & poor
And if I got my way
Those idle rich would pay
When the discussion starts
On the lively arts
See me on the box
See me winning
Lots oh loot oh yeah
Silly kids games
Grabbing cash off that old coot
Oh yeah
Now I've got the replies to all
The questions there's just one thing
That I should mention
When I win all the loot
Don't you have no fear
I'm gonna take my hols in
Kampuchea yeah
And it's been a pleasure
Thanks a million
I hope you like the show
La la la la la la la
Drinking about my baby
I'm drinking about her all the time
Drinkin 'bout my baby
Drinking about her all the time
I'm so happy to see you
You're so clever to come
I don't want to leave you
You're my special someone
Drinking 'bout my baby
I'm drinking about her all the time
Drinking 'bout my baby
Drinking about her all the time
I can see just where I am
Sitting in a lonely bar
One-arm bandits, friends of yours
Keep asking where you are
Drinking and thinking, Wo-oh
Drinking and thinking, Wo-oh
Drinking and thinking, Wo-oh
No room for error
No room for mistakes
No time for friends
It's for your own sake
It's for your own sake
Go to the window
What do I see, killers
face looking at me
Go to the window and
What do I see...No room for feelings
Careless talk costs lives
Cold as the cold war front
The red star life
I see faces when when there's
No one there
Memories that
I don't need to share
Go to the window
What do I see
Go to the window
The killer is me
It's me, it's me
Twist and turns
Twisted nerve
Twist and turns
Twisted nerve
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another chance of hit or miss
Another hit or miss
Another hit or miss
And I was looking for a kiss
When you were fallen I put up with a lot
I took your cheating I took all you got
The sun was setting for what he had got
You took my money took the whole damn lot
Why does it always end like this
Why does it always end like this
Don't feel so beaten, don't feel so down
About the rumour's that you put around
I think I'll call this girl
Who lives nearby
Take her down have another try
My clothes will impress you
And my claws will undress you
I'm normal outside
He's evil inside
I'm Dr. Jerkily and He's Mr. Hide
I want what's right
He walks in the night
Searching for sin in his
Decadent life
My charms will beguile you and
My arms will defile you
Me, I'm on the side of the Angels
But the devil's my best friend
Sin is a way of life
Saints are for suckers
Welcome to the underworld
I start where nightmares end
Two for the price of one
Two for the price of, one?
I'm sick of the country
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down
I say
The future's gonna last
And you say
There's nothing in the past
I'm sick of the government
Sick of the police
Sick of the boredom
I want release
I can call a strange event
I gave you nothing with my compliments
A discontent that efferents
An emptiness or nothingness
That's heaven sent
I'm sick of the country
Sick of the town
Sick of the future
It's getting me down
I say, and you say
I say, and you say
I say it's getting me down
I have seen it all she's the only one
She belongs to me I'm the lonely one
Counting sheep and swatting flies you think
There's no more left
Talk is cheap how many lies sustain a
Single breath
Adam Chance and Zorro
Take them with a pinch of salt
Sad about tomorrow sorry
But it's not my fault
While they were shooting at the moon
Somebody croaked and no one heard but
What's a sin of two in the
History of the World.
Somebody said to me why'd you play so loud?
What do you want from me you corrupt The crowd
Miles of print you'd think we thought of nothing else
There's more important things than ink and decibels
Leave it to tomorrow
Corporal Clot and Stalingrad,they’re the ones to follow
they're the ones that make me glad
No one alive and no one left
Nobody cares or ain't you heard
Looks like I'll take my dying Breath
In the history of the world
The organ plats till midnight
Note perfect like clockwork
Perfect precise and a slave
To the Master's demands
Two souls locked together
For all eternity
Soon to be one
Our work is nearly over
But who is the victim?
And who is the innocent?
The organ plays till midnight
Note perfect like clockwork
Perfect precise and a slave
To the Master's demands
Therapy for clones with their Barclaycards
Pension books and mortgage minds
Pay for this therapy
That do you need in your
Room at night?
Therapy?
That's right!
What do you get when you
Kill the light?
Therapy?
That's right!
What do you want when it all
Goes wrong?
Therapy?
That's right!
Who needs therapy all night
Long?
I doI dream of pavement
Pavements cold and gray
Cheerful and laughter
On a lovely day
I dream of pavements
They won't go away
I dream of pavements
We're coming up from the deep
The lizard sheds its skin
Night obliterates the day
And all the fun begins
Shadow boxing with yourself
Just seems to get you nowhere
You don't want to cheat when
Playing solitaire
Three faces come alive
Try and focus and be one
Never let it be said that
The jester comes undone
A wreckless gambling pace
With time enough to borrow
Time enough to measure
All of our tomorrows
Curtain call and lights grow dim
Tragedy, love all lie within
Each player takes his chance to play
And lives to fight another day
What boundaries to cross
What chances for the taking
Stepping in the angels wake
Not to be forsaken
No more will I roam
Our childish dreams are
soon outgrow
But here we stand
In our theatreland
Curtain Call
About to fall