Bristol sound city '95, anson rooms - 17/4/95 You're so merry up on high, Oh so scarily on high Gloria never ever cries , 'cos she's just too busy Gloria
"E", "L" "Spell" "L", "A", "S" The possibilities keep going on, no way out Not here, y'all Come a little closer Not mere, dear "T", "I", "C and A" Break
Don't need a credit card to make my charge complete Don't want you on your back I just got on my feet Don't want the same boy another time Don't bother
It's tragic Laid down on your side Too easy You know that you know You're soaking wet You talk too much It's not necessary Before the ice melts I just
It?s nearly eleven Do you think we?ll stand the test of time? You?re a cloud short of heaven But you know I want you to be mine I'm sitting here waiting
Riding on any wave There is the luck you crave They don't believe it now They just think it's stupid So got anything? Anyone could have done Who would
1, 2, 3, 4 Don't stop shaking, it's my head That makes me wanna second guess at a distance Hoping there's a method to your madness, baby I might just
If you want to Then you've got to Let it show It is waiting Heaven is waiting If you want to Then you've got to Let it go It is waiting Heaven is waiting
Drivel head wears her glad rags She's got her keys, money and fags I know that her mind is made up To get rocked Drivel head needs a new man As only
It's a sign of devotion You made everybody else seem insane You filled my head with your notions You made everybody else seem so tame In your bed I lay
John's gone, his senses loaded over by your house You know it's so basic, ohh 1 2 3 4 John's gone, his senses loaded over by your house It's so basic
See that animal, get some heavy metal Watch the world go singing, sha-la-la-la White stick happiness will we ever know How it feels, how it feels? I
And now we find Looking back at your state of mind, Was it all just a cover up? Woke your mother up You were on tv Did the devil say to you You can
Annie, told me Get out of here, head for the sea The sun is hot and the air is clean Best things in the world are free And Mister Murphy Likes his jackanory
No need to whine, boy Like a windup toy you stutter at my feet And it's never the time, boy You've had too much wine to stumble up my street Well, it
This one's called Vaseline When you're stuck like glue Vaseline When you need some goo, ah When you're stuck like glue Vaseline When you're black and
Getting better, on your feet Take a look, kept in deceit A love like ours will never die Break my bonds, break my back Not a lot to break apart A love
'e' the possibilities 'l' keep going on 'spell' no way out 'l' not here, y'all 'a' come a little closer 's' not mere, dear 't', 'i', 'c & a' break