Of course I think about it 

I think about it all the time 

Things cross your mind, you can't help it 

What you said, what I said 

What you did, what I did 

But it's all in the past now, what's the difference 

You can't change it 

I will never be the same I will never change 

It will be a long time 

When I think about it now, I know you were right 

There were too many secrets to keep 

Too many obstacles to overcome 

And all that talk just made me tired 

When I think about it now 

When I think about you 

I know you were right 

You will never be the same you will never change 

It will be a long time 

I like the graveyard shift 

It's quiet, I can read all night 

I don't mind wearing a uniform 

I don't mind walking in the dark 

You make your rounds, you check all the locks 

And when the sun rises, when everyone is getting up 

You punch out and go home 

It will never be the same it will never change 

It will be a long time 

UNDER THE SEA

Sunken wrecks rise from the 

Sand silent ships on dry land 

While waves are crashing overhead 

We cultivate our tulip beds 

Hard work and honesty 

The lowland is the place to be 

We're under the sea 

We're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 

Under the sea 

Comrade, are we still alive? 

Yes, the righteous will abide 

Comrade, must we stand alone? 

Does cold rain fall on hard stone? 

Beneath the flood no one survives 

Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty 

The lowland is the place to be 

We're under the sea we're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 

Under the sea 

Comrade, do you hear the sound 

Of water dripping on wet ground? 

Comrade, are those tears I see 

Like stars above the Zuider Zee? 

Like rain upon a dark sea wall 

Will those tear drops ever fall? 

Hard work and honesty 

The lowland is the place to be 

We're under the sea we're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 

Comrade, d'you hear that? it's water it's rushing water 

OUR TOWN

In our town, murders, happen everyday 

When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play 

In our town, friday, is payroll day 

The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display 

In our town, murders, happen everyday 

There are whores walking the streets 

They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap 

We've got cops walking the beat 

Stopping all the strangers they meet 

Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole 

Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low 

In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard 

The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard 

In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard 

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh 

There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath 

There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death 

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town 

Muezzins, call form the minarets 

Monks bow before their beggar bowls 

While christians smoke their cigarettes 

In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day 

Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display 

In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit 

A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships 

In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips 

We've got whores walking the streets 

Stopping all the strangers they meet 

We've got cops walking the beat 

They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap 

In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range 

The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain 

In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days 

In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade 

In our town, the bosses, curse the working man 

Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands 

(Refrains) 

In our town the sirens answer to 911 

Another soul is flying free from another mother's son 

In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside 

Up to the morning sun they rise 

The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries 

A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light 

In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside 

A LITTLE TOO HIGH

Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh 

A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light 

I want to kiss it and make it feel better 

I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter 

But I’m sick of it already I’m just a little too high 

We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights 

The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right 

But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye 

When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight 

Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight? 

I do 

I’m just a little too high 

Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs 

Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes 

A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms 

Yours finger spread like starfish 

It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry? 

You're just a little too high 

Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet 

Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble 

Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles 

Anger and vomit collide with a right cross 

You look a little sick, you look a little lost 

You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile 

Excuse me? 

You're just a little too 

Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue 

A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well 

Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws 

And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws 

A friend's space, just beds in a place 

Is that a nipple? is that a cock? 

Surely something sensuous has trickled over us 

Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock 

We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard 

Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal quartz 

And as you roll over the covers 

From one mouth to another 

I almost miss you, I almost say goodbye 

But I’m a little too high 

HELLO/GOODBYE

You will not follow me 

Hello, goodbye 

Take the first turn and head straight south 

A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park 

Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot 

Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign 

There you are, there you are 

Wait a minute, I see, I see 

Hello, goodbye 

You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs 

A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history 

To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak 

To the west bay windows letting in the light 

A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night 

you stand over there and I’ll stay here 

Now I see, now I see 

Hello, goodbye 

You will not follow me 

A prophet without disciples 

A teacher without students 

A shepherd without sheep 

Wait a minute, I see, I see 

You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me 

Follow me 

You will not follow me 

The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar 

And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar 

While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames 

You hand me up the cup and I’ll read the book 

And then together we'll all sing 

What shall we sing? what shall we sing? 

You will not follow me 

THE PHONE CALL

I had to call, I know it's late 

I had to talk, I had to hear you 

Say something, say anything 

The line is silent but I feel your breath 

That silence - it's death, it's death 

It's killing me 

There is so much that I regret 

I can't exist like this 

I need forgiveness 

Play along now ,keep him on now 

Across the boundaries of time and space 

We will hunt him with our deadly trace 

I was sitting home on my own 

I just thought I would phone 

Just thought I would phone, yeah 

I got your number and I know where you live 

I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to give 

My heart my heart, do you hear it, I’ll rip it out 

I still hear those cries and those tears 

That look in your eyes 

I just wanna apologize 

I’m sorry, god, I’m sorry 

All that I’ve done all my mistakes 

I can't live with my disgrace, I’m damned 

Play along now, sing a song now 

With the aid of our technology 

We will suck him down eventually 

I was sitting home on my own I 

Just thought I would phone 

Just thought I would phone, yeah 

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells 

I am a crab, I live in a shell 

You call this living, I call it 

Hell! I’m living in hell 

I see your picture on the bedroom door 

That's all I have to hang onto 

Anymore 

That's all I’ve got that's just one voice, it's loud and it's clear 

The day of judgement, it's here 

Play along now, sing along now 

I was sitting home on my own 

I just thought I would phone 

Just thought I would phone, yeah 

BITCH'S BREW

Fog and night after a thirsty day 

It was a hot sun beating on an empty plate, you know 

That damn dog's barking at the hissing cars 

I hear whispers from afar 

What was that? what did you say? does what really matter anyway? 

Dark eyes staring at the wall 

Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of eyelids drooping down 

Answer me! what did you say? why do you have to be this way? 

"What way is that", was her reply 

She smiled and raised her big brown eyes 

She said, "i don't give a damn what you do 

And I really don't care what happens to you 

You can whistle in the dark if you remember the tune 

And recite your litany of gloom and doom 

But there is one thing you can do for me..." 

She shifted her ass and spread her knees 

She said, " I don't give a damn what you 

Do just pour me a glass of that bitch's brew 

No, I really don't care what happens to you do 

I want a long cold glass of that bitch's brew" 

The rain is coming down in sheets 

Windshield's trickling jagged streaks 

It's a scripture written on tinted glass 

Hissing like a snake in the grass 

Something hard lies on the seat 

My lips move but I don't speak 

My eyes are glued to that blinking sign 

And I just sit there, biding my time 

"Cheap rooms" it says "open all the time" 

Handcuffs ring a tightened fist 

Lipstick smears a bloodied lip 

What's mine is mine, that's what 

I know to have and hold, to keep control 

That's all I know 

That's all I know and I don't really care what happens next 

This has nothing to do with sex 

I just need something to see me through 

Something to keep me from coming unglued 

I don't know what I’ll do, wait,... I know what I’ll do 

I know what I’ll do I’ll pop the cork on that bitch's brew 

I’ll take a long stiff pull on that bitch's brew 

I don't want no more I don't want no more 

The bartender dragged me across the floor 

Don't worry, man, that guy is long gone 

"Maybe you shouldn't called him a fucking moron 

You shouldn't start things you can't see through 

Wow, that guy sure made a mess of you" 

Now I lay me down to sleep and pray the lord my soul to keep 

If I should die before I wake, you'll know I had a belly ache 

"Shut up, man, shut up, man, you're brain is fried 

Now don't stare at me with that look in your eyes" 

What's mine is mine what's mine is mine 

Said the frog to the snake as he crawled from the slime 

My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is fine 

How's that for a goddamned coupled rhyme 

"Look man, why don't you just get on this stool 

You ain't no poet, you're just a fucking fool" 

I don't know what I’ll do I don't know what I’ll do 

"Try doing what's right 

Seek serenity in a world of delights 

Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights 

Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights" 

Yea, that's going to help me to see me through 

Like that's going to keep me from coming unglued 

"Look man, I really don't give a fuck what you do 

And I don't really care what happens to you 

But there's maybe one little thing that I can do 

I’ll pour you a shot of that bitch's brew 

Yea, one quick belt of that bitch's brew 

Then you've have to leave, we're closing 

You know what they say 

You don't have to go home 

But you can't stay here" 

BEAT ON THE BRAT

Beat on the brat beat on the brat 

Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 

oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 

Beat on the brat beat on the brat 

Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 

Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 

Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah what can you do? 

What can you do? 

With a brat like that always on your back 

What can you do? what can you do? what can you do? 

With a brat like that always on your back what can you use? 

Use beat on the brat beat on the brat 

Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 

Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 

Beat on the brat beat on the brat 

Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 

Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 

Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah what can you do? 

What can you do? 

With a brat like that always on your back what can you do? 

What can you do? what can you do? 

With a brat like that always on your back what can you use?