It's a bit early in the midnight hour for me
To go through all the things that I want to be
I don't believe in everything I see
Y'know I'm blind so why d'you disagree
So take me away cos I just don't want to stay
And the lies you make me say
Are gettting deeper everyday
These are crazy days but they make me shine
Time keeps rolling by
All around the world, you've got to spread the word
Tell them what you heard
We're gonna make a better day
All around the world, you've got to spread the word
Tell them what you heard
You know it's gonna be o.k.
So what you gonna do when the walls come falling down?
You never move you never make a sound
So when you gonna swim when the riches that you found?
If you're lost at sea, I hope that you've drowned
It breaks like glass
But not in your hand
They'll shoot you down
Right where you stand
And it don't care for what you wear
Or which way you might sway
It calls you up
But not on the phone
And it will drag you from your throne
And you may laugh while you sit there
Sipping your champagne
And they all laugh at your despair
Sniffing your cocaine
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce
And I'm howling at the moon
Is my happening to deafening for you?
For you?
It's maybe the fame
It's fork out on your name
It sees you cry you never did explain
And I remain
Blowing through you like a hurricane
Its a shame
It will not fall
Not from the sky
And it don't eat no humble pie
And you may have your quiet life
But I bet you don't know why
It makes you a mess
You didn't believe
You still don't know what makes me breathe
And you may laugh while you sit there
Sipping your champagne
And they all laugh at your despair
While your sniffing your cocaine
I'm a man of choice in an old Rolls Royce
And I'm howling at the moon
Is this happening to deafening
For you?
For you?
It's maybe the fame
Fork out on your name
It sees you cry you never did explain
And I remain
Blowing through you
Like a hurricane
It's a shame
It's maybe the fame
Fork out on your name
It sees you cry you never did explain
And I remain
Blowing through you
Like a hurricane
And I've forgotton your name
It sees you cry up from the sky
You never did explain
Why I'm still blowing through you
Like a hurricane
I spend my time sitting on a fence with a mate of mine
I try to write the line of the story
We believe that everything said is a waste of time
Cause life is well tried and it bores me
In my well paid opinion these things they really don't matter
But from my crystal gazin eyes there shines a light
Like dynamite
Sitting on my phone gettin right back to you
Living on my own is like a flashbax
To the days were I was lost and lonely
Say you wanna stop its just a different story
All your lies and they still bore me
There's nothing wrong with my world
These things they really don't matter now
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching,
Charging feet, boy
Cause summer's here and the time is right
For fighting in the street, boy
But what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in sleepy London town
There's just no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution
But where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well, then what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
Hey! Said my name is called disturbance
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants
Well, what can a poor boy do
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band
Cause in sleepy London town
There's no place for a street fighting man
No
