thing in mind We gotta find IQ CYCO Place in city, my brand new gun Cry of dick, my laughter Sleeping head, sleeping hands Sleeping soul, IQ CYCO Another one bites the dust IQ
and Two rubbers, two lubes, and a silver rocket Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID Hang on, hang on To your IQ, to your ID I'm lonely I'm lonely
Don't make any false promises Stay awhile when I'm not alone I forget all the anger in me Kiss a tear when the hammer falls They're holding me here in
Sightless, he watches the columns collide As he wanders the canyon relentlessly wide Empires are burning, the rain cuts his skin And in every direction
Sooner or later, ready or not We find ourselves dissolved in soil The big sleep state, I don't worry When you got to go, you got to go But wouldn't it
So the certanty is I can get no air, Getting nowhere at all, Open-ended and suspended one by one, In the slipstream, And Harvest hold the horrbag, Emotion
All the memories that lead to isolation All the time we didn't share When we set adrift half-forgotten lies Will the madness still be there? Who of all
Helplessly held by the weeds, we are grown, I tried talking sense to you, leave it alone; I give in to the weight of the kick, So weary of waiting and
Time takes my time I, here to myself, hold the silence in Torn from my hand So heavy now you're a world away Though they rage, these little lies I've
Though you may be now A long way from home All your hand-me-downs Live on in their dreams I can see something in that smile In the way they play They'
Out of a time when way back when Disregarding discipline Should have never given in And I really should have known Some are born into their lives With
Across the plateau no clouds storm the sky, Above the riverbed the world's run dry, I beat the air, for those who hear, And through the night my call
The light that strikes against itself is hard as stone A dream too many full of memories not my own They're only shadows, they'll disappear Their only
With all the tears and rain In every pleasure and every pain And despair, delight, disdain I hurt you, didn't I? The summer was almost gone I won't forget
Here we are alive and free Far away in time From our darkest day That took our young and brave From the cradle to the grave 70 years ago on July 1, 1916
Look beyond the colour Past the covering on us, to see what we are Turn the faded pages The mark we leave on history, is what we are Every country is
i) After all Following everything I've known I was wondering all alone Waiting for a time that might have been My own way down Suddenly everything is
Wish you were here with me in my head and looking through Same window but seeing a different view Dr Winsley he told me I'm unbalanced but that's outrageous
