Тексты песен «Fatima Mansions»

Written by Michael Kamen, Bryan Adams and Robert "Mutt" Lange ("Big size really doesn't matter. You think I got really big muscles in my pussy?") ("What have you [???]") ("When a...

("Tonight the [...] is going to begin.") You could tackle the trainer then run for two days through the end of all ghettos, a junkyard in the rain She appears in a hail of carbon and steam with a hissing...

Let me in, let me in, let me in Oh please, please, please, please! I might die but I don't care You could tackle the trainer then run for two days through the end of...

Let me in, let me in, let me in Oh please, please, please, please! I might die but I don't care You could tackle the trainer then run for two days through the end of all ghettos, a junkyard in the rain She appears in a...

you don't live the way you should you're not chaste or wise or good oh no, when you're human i wait for you my queen i keep myself ready clean like my maker against nature i needn't worry about all...

A necklace of rubber, burning bright A burning rubber necklace for my angel's delight A holiday in a box, opportunity knocks for the rich man's militia photographing my block Kill a cop. Why the hell not? YEAH!!...

As I washed the blood off she yelled at me though no blows had been struck and she still looked so serene then she started to cry then she burst out laughing then three sharp words in that warrior's tongue I'd...

Be dead / Be dead.... Be dead / Be dead.... <"Everything is running...

Green bed of bottles, open to the sky Bare head of drunk man, the beads of sweat go dry He says he's sorry, tender as a lamb she says, "go", meaning, "stay", meaning, "You have to pay" Behind the moon / In the dead...

No dates to miss, no home to phone No face to kiss, no good alone No family, no history, a permenant delinquency No will to smile, no room to cry No time to think Just watch, don't flinch Why yes, that's you in...

August the 20th: Yes, folks, it's another cold, clammy day in England. A large crowd has gathered around the police station. Everybody--EVERYBODY--wishes to have contact with a certain little Irish writer within. Not to...

in the winter in a seaside boarding house the killer swigs and wheels round his room telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel yellow light seeps through a fly-glown lampshade fading with the dawn he yells and...

no one comes from here and so i'm not afraid everyone's the same as me we don't talk the same so we don't talk at all and our hosts just look on with glee i'm the bishop of babel now so it's low, yes it's low you must...

Well, hello. You can no longer depend on the land in which you were born. You can no longer depend on any land in which you choose to place yourself. You can no longer depend on the bed in which you lie by night, or...

He's shining brightly, he can't be a...

In rags in their normal place where diesel machines roar by Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates Fast food parks and hardware mines Not smiling or frowning they, the shades on the fringe of town, unpaid, idle,...

At the platform's end, where the crowd grew thin and the light was dim on our shoes where we sat there so tense, not to touch though we meant to (I think) There was no will, no spell to breach the night and stop...

James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps door to door in this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to stay alive I don't much like him, but I sit and mind his car He says, "Brunceling, where to now? This global...

I just survive any way I can No guru, no method, no pension plan Your luck's just as plain as I'm not paying attention I'm gonna take her with me in my satanic stretcher They call me the [???] to Islam's plan I am! I...

Alcohol, heroin, THC Care in the impotent (numb) community* Resignation, irony, under scrutiny, so events can slip from memory of history, a voluntary dictatorship Chemical (cosh!) One kind for the rich, and one...