Тексты песен «Patrik Fitzgerald»

I don't love you for your graveyard eyes I don't love you for your shaven thighs I just love you for that Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating I don't love you for your tattered tie I don't love you, and I don't know why I just...

Hello - I'm a reject Does one arm hang down longer? Hello - i'm a reject And I can't think of no more Words for songs, just: We're gonna dance, Despite our ageing limbs Gonna sing, despite the pessimism And we're not...

Ah I remember the time Banging and shouting Like a kid gone wrong 'Course it was all your fault But I'm better now 'Blam!' that's where I kicked Her in the head That is. Ah I remember the time Banging and shouting...

The black & white racial disharmony Is just a cover story Conducted to hide the fact That working class people Are still being kicked All over the place WORK is nothing but a diversion Something you are supposed to do...

We're used, abused Kiss your pretty feet at every command Used, misused Talk to each other but we don't understand Losing time and patience and respect And everything else 'Cos you are the boss Of your everyday slaves...

The bus pulled over On the roadside The men pulled out their guns again And told me to keep quiet The sun was streaming down Around the empty sound Disturbed by the roaring Of a mirage soaring by And the radio carried...

Just first moment he knew There was something wrong Was when his radio set Started picking up interference The people that he had been speaking to Couldn't hear anymore Couldn't hear anymore Thoughts began to run around...

----------------------- It's only being given time to think that creates boredom I could be better off some other way Don't give the opportunity to think to me, it's not worthwhile Just take that opportunity away Just...

They could be waiting round the corner They're such a scarifying sight to see They could be waiting for a straying loner They could be waiting for you or me..... The patter of footsteps through an alleyway Impatient in...

Ah I remember the time Banging and shouting Like a kid gone wrong 'Course it was all your fault But I'm better now 'Blam!' that's where I kicked Her in the head That is. Ah I remember the time Banging and shouting...

I tell you I'm happy But it isn't so Staring at the walls Of our new found home Where does the money come from To pay the rent? Equate the amount earned With the effort spent Taking the first step Wasn't so difficult I...

I created my own world In my head I thought that was a nice safe place to be With the things that I didn't like Thrown out of the window There's a knock on the door now It's always for me And you'll always Bring me down...

She wanted to be a mother - The final touch - Towards their picture of domestic bliss They failed, though, the audition For adoption "What can I do" he thought "To keep the peace" "What can I do" he thought "To keep...

Dear mother. Dear father. Can you answer some questions They're stealing my friends Like they broke all my toys Taking my freedom. Crushing my hope. I asked for some string And they gave me some rope and now I'm...

Occupy your quiet corner, as everybody does, who does not wish to raise their voice, or lacks the courage necessary; nervous,in a sea of faces; endless,ever-changing, simply waiting for someone to recognise the fact...

In the factory of wines He organised the system Stealing bottles out for other people Through various means In the factory of wines They drank together happily In unofficial coffee breaks Behind the scenes In the...

You've been taken for the fools you are There's no more money at the bottom of the purse Black looks at the breakfast table Life goes on from bad to worse Saving up to take the kids to Whipsnade We'll have a whale of a...

Small wooden building, on a road in the middle of nowhere; trees catch fire,quite close by, the sun bleaches your bones. cattle grazing,cattle bells ring, the sound of choirs gathering, their teaching everyone to sing...

London is just grey echoes bad memories,and dreams, and someone far away, london is all final messages written on the walls in final bloodstreams, desperate people - clutching at,or clinging to their hopes, that better...

I don't want to be here In this world. I don't want to be here In this world. But I don't know where I'd go I don't know where I'd go So I have to stay alive Nobody gives me a reason Nobody tells me why I'm still hung...