And if I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn’t even be the same
'Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper, she thought I meant her harm
She thought I was the archer, a weather man of words
But I could never shoot down my high-flying bird
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird
Dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old.
Just like the white winged dove
Sings a song, sounds like she’s singin’
Whoo, baby, whoo
Said, whoo
For just this Skyline Pigeon
Dreaming of the open
Waiting for the day
When she can spread her wings
And fly away again
Fly away Skyline Pigeon fly
Towards the dreams
You’ve left so very far behind
Who put fifty tons of shit on the Foreign Office roof?
Who suffers from nine known diseases?
Who gets up in the morning when the sun comes up
And makes their beds, paper clips, bus tickets all around their heads?
Who congregate around Trafalgar Square taking pot shots at the tourists?
Oh, you’ve got to watch out
When you wander round the square in the morning
Cos they’re everywhere, they’re everywhere
When the party was nice, the party was bumpin’ {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
And everybody havin’ a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
Untill the fellas ": start the name callin’: " {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls respond to the call, I heard a poor man shout out
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Now hounds of love are hunting.
I’ve always been a coward,
And I don’t know what’s good for me.
Here I go!
It’s coming for me through the trees.
Help me, someone, help me, please!
Screams break the silence - waking from the dead of night
Vengence is boiling - he’s returned to kill the light
Then when he’s found who he’s looking for
Listen in awe and you’ll hear him
Bark at the moon
(Ha ha ha ha ha…)
Better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
I’d like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead undead undead
Death walks inside you, smell death around you
Hell’s evil spell takes a soul
Hear the sound of the bell counting off death’s toll
Laughing as you eternally rot
Searching for human flesh and life’s blood
Live undead!!!
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don’t go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of fire and fry
Won’t see them again till the fourth of July
I was born of the fourth of July.
No one more loyal than I.
When my country said so
I was ready to go.
And I wish I’d been left there to die.
All is quiet on New Year’s Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you, be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year’s Day
She calls to you from every shadow,
and you think you see her silhouette
A dream that you cant quite remember
But a face you cant forget
The Women In White
(Will haunt you, will haunt you)
The Women In White
(Will haunt you, forever)
Behind the curtains silhouettes are disembodied
Dancing in the frame (frame frame frame)
And with all the conversations over
The quiet freezes like they never came (came came came)
Pull me up from deep inside this pillow
Feathers soft I lay my head in sorrow
There’s caverns dark and then there’s eyes that stare
And I hear fingers snapping but there’s no one there
The pillow that you made for me, it was soft with feather down.
And the headboard, it came from an old house
That was about to be torn down.
And the songs you always sang to me, oh, as I fall asleep -
Did they sound the same to her in the bed you made for me?
Home from work our Juliet clears her morning meal
She dabs her skin with pretty smells concealing to appeal
“I will make my bed,” she said, but turned to go
Can she be late for her cinema show?
Somewhere far away there’s another day
And someone’s getting out of bed
She puts on her face in the morning space
She doesn’t know if she’s dead
Her ruby lips can’t excite me anymore