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A crack on the head Is what you get for not asking And a crack on the head Is what you get for asking
If I seem a little strangeThat's because I amBut I know that you would like meIf only you could see me
All the lies that you make upWhat's at the back of your mind?Your face I can seeAnd it's desperately kindBut what's at the back of your mind?
A friendship sadly lost ? Well this is true ... and yet, it's false Oh ... But did I ever tell you, by the way ? I never did like your face
I can surely rely on youand yet you start to recoilheavy words are so lightly thrownbut I'd still leap in front of a flying bullet for you
In my lifewhy do I smileat people who I'd much rather kick in the eye
I want to live and I want to love, I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of
Frankly, Mr. Shankly since you asked, You are a flatuelent pain in the arseI did not mean to be so rudeBut I must speak Frankly Mr. Shankly
left the South I travelled North I got confused - I killed a horse I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can punch me And you can butt me And you can break my spine But you won't change the way I feel 'Cause I love you
No it's NOT like any other lovethis one's differentbecause it's us!
If it's not love, then it's the bomb that will bring us together
The death of a disco dancerWell, I'd rather not get involvedI never talk to my neighbourI'd rather not get involved
I'd like to drop my trousers to the worldI am a man of means (of slender means)
But Jesus made me, soJesus save me frompity, sympathyAnd people discussing me
We slay all suckas that perpetrateand lay down law from state to state.
He does the military two-stepDown the nape of my neck