That was a close escape, have to get a new hobby to relate Something less conspicuous, won't take up too much time Something less energetic for what I
There is such confusion in my mind To play your illusion is so unkind I didn't know who you were this afternoon You said that it didn't matter and I'll
Walls signed with autographs Ceilings full of echoed laughs Something's disappear Gurus on roller skates Capital for swinging fetes The area is to be
(Thompson/Madness) Up I rush off to work Hello Fred you look half dead and Are you coming are you going I could never do a double shift (Allo Fred get
She says, he's gone away on a short holiday He won't be back for awhile The twelve from the bench stood up and hesitated He'll be leaving right after
I am the bringer of your wishes Your savior from doing work The washer of your dishes And you still get your midday perk Estate agent your mansion And
Door locked open, door locked shut See you soon, hopefully not I've been and gone so many times Without a work I've dropped no lines Just look forward
I walk through Camden town in the evening Strolling silently and hardly breathing Footsteps behind me slightly quicker The corner of my eye, a shadowy
(Smash) (Okay Boys, let's get real solid gone !) Shake it mister And a sister too I'm gonna make ya boogie woogie Gonna rattle in your shoes Boogie with
You said you're leaving, well, that's okay You said you've had enough, what can I say? I suppose I'll be sad for a week or two But in the end, it's the
This song is dedicated to my man Tupac Shakur, rest in peace Notorious B.I.G., rest in peace And all my other homies that have died In the madness called
and let your scream out) Merry-go-round mojo (if you're not good to yourself, to yourself) If you're not good to yourself You'll look elsewhere for absolution
absolutely still We were running from the same noise, We were stuck in the same pursuit Now the door's locked and I find that the dizzy madness is
poetic rhapsody Masterbate to the sound of the knell The Patchetic stench of dying children Perhaps our fall is certain Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion
In orphaned seas, where the haunters of the dark Weep in solitary madness The poet grieves a dying muse Flowered in sin, where the smoldering earth bequeaths
midnight strikes. But suddenly it stopped right inbetween - and all was silent some people died in hopeless fear, was this the end of time as silence burst out into madness
never wanted to know just what will happen next i wonder how you can stand knowing what each new day will bring i think about art and i think about madness
