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You better love loving and you better behave
You better love loving and you better behave
Woman in Chains
Woman in Chains
Calls her man the Great White Hope
Says she's fine, she'll always cope
Woman in Chains
Woman in Chains
Well I feel lying and waiting is a poor man's deal
And I feel hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps Woman in Chains
Trades her soul as skin and bone
Sells the only thing she owns
Woman in Chains
Woman in Chains
Men of Stone Men of Stone
Well I feel deep in your heart there are wounds Time can't heal
And I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe
Well you know what I mean
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps Woman in Chains
It's under my skin but out of my hands
I'll tear it apart but I won't understand
I will not accept the Greatness of Man
It's a world gone crazy
Keeps Woman in Chains
So free her so free her
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Heard every word that was said that night
When the light of the world put the world to right
Well here's to the boys back in 628
Where an car to the wall was a twist of fate
I will shine a blinding light
Through those hearts as black as night
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But at least the seeds of love will be sown
Now once in a while when I feel no shame
I get down on my knees and I pray for rain
And though the breeze blows gently while I state my case
There'll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face
Hand on my heart I will make a stand
For the life and the times of the mirrorman
In my head there is a mirror
When I've been bad, I've been wrong
Food for the saints that are quick to judge me
Hope for a Badman
This is the Badman's Song
Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass
Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man
Try and fit themselves together again
Lies in disguise in the name of trust
Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust!
What's your problem? What's your curse?
Won't it make the matter worse?
In my head…
And they say “Faith can move mountains
Fire can cleanse your soul”
Faith can move mountains
But mind over matter won't stop all your chatter – No!
I heard every word that was said that night
When the light of the world put the world to right
When I hear soft whispers at the break of day
(I'm in trouble every step of the way)
Sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
When the stories are tall as the day is long
With such a thin line drawn between friend and foe
Lord help me now and bless my soul!
Look at yourself – See how you lie
Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
Look at yourself – See how you lie
Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
Well there's food for the saints that are quick to judge me
Hope for a Badman
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High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common man
And the lovetrain rides from coast to coast
D.J.'s the man we love the most
Could you be, could you be squeaky clean
And smash any hope of democracy?
As the headline says you're free to choose
There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes
One of these days they're gonna call it the blues
Sowing the seeds of love
The seeds of love
Sowing the seeds
I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste!
So nice to eat, so nice to taste
Politician Grannie with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the Majority feels?
So without love and a promised land
We're fools to the rules of a Government plan
Kick out the Style! Bring back the Jam!
Sowing the seeds of love
The seeds of love
Sowing the seeds…
Sowing the seeds
The Birds and the Bees
My Girlfriend and Me in Love
Feel the Pain
Talk about it
If you're a worried man – then shout about it
Open hearts – feel about it
Open minds – think about it
Everyone – read about it
Everyone – scream about it
Everyone
Everyone – read about it, read about it
Read it in the books in the crannies and the nooks there books to read
(Mr England Sowing the Seeds of Love)
Time to eat all your words
Swallow your pride
Open your eyes
High time we made a stand and shook up the views of the common
man
And the lovetrain rides from coast to coast
Every minute of every hour – ”I Love a Sunflower”
And I believe in loverpower, LovePower, LovePower!!!
Sowing the Seeds
An end to need
And the Politics of Greed
With Love
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Advice for the young at Heart
Soon we will be older
When we gonna make it work?
Too many people loving in a secret world
While they play mothers and fathers
We play little boys and girls
When we gonna make it work?
I could be happy
I could by quite naïve
It's only me and my shadow
Happy in our make believe
Soon…
And with the hounds at bay
I'll call your bluff
Cos it would be okay
To walk on tiptoes everyday
And when I think of you and all the love that's due
I'll make a promise, I'll make a stand
Cos to these big brown eyes, this comes as no surprise
We've got the whole wide world in our hands
Advice for the Young at Heart
Soon we will be older
When we gonna make it work?
Love is a promise
Love is a souvenir
Once given
Never forgotten, never let it disappear
This could be our last chance
When we gonna make it work?
Working hour is over
And how it makes me weep
Cos someone sent my soul to sleep
And when I…
Advice for the Young at Heart
Soon we will be older
When we gonna make it work?
Working hour is over
We can do anything that we want
Anything that we feel like doing
Advice
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Man, I never slept so hard
I never dreamt so well
Dreaming I was safe in life
Like mussels in a shell
Rolling and controlling all the basements and the backroads of our lives
Fill their dreams with big fast car
Fill their heads with sand
Holy white we'll paint their town
The colour of our flag
Hey there little lady has your baby got the look of some old man?
Standing on the Corner of the Third World
Hungry men will close their minds
Ideas are not their food
Notions fall on stony ground
Where passions are subdued
Colour are the madness for the madness is the thorn that's in our side
Standing on the Corner of the Third World
When we gonna learn?
Who we gonna turn to?
The promises they make
The call for our attention
Compassion is the fashion
Free to earn, our pockets burn
We buy for love
Die for love
Hold me I'm crying
Hold me I'm dying
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A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with Sword and Knives
Oh dangerman, Oh dangerman
Your blade fits like a glove
When forged in steel
Time cannot heal
That blood red bond of love
In times of trouble you're an open book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad love's not enough to make things better
Turn the tables, we'll burn the fables
Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Fooled by now, we mystify the past
Like a dream, like it never happened
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with Swords and Knives
God save those born to die
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Hallelujah, the king is dead. He said
"Love was the knife"
And now he'll dream some magic queen might try and save his life
They say his famous final words
Came from the heart of the man
He made his bed on love denied
He played Jekyll and Hyde till the day he died
Too late for the young gun
To lead a simple life
Too late for the young gun
This is the Year of Knife
See the mountains crumble
Feel the fire go cold
Summer will turn to window
Love will turn to stone
They say his famous final words
Came from the heart of the man
I made my bed on love denied
Now I ain't gonna sleep tonight
Too late for the young gun
To lead a simple life
Too late for the young gun
This is a Year of Knife
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After the wash
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
When the saints go marching in
A for a heart
B for a brain
Insects and grass
Are all that remain
When the light from above
Burns a hole straight through out love
We will laugh
We will sing
When the saints go marching in
And we will carry war no more
All our love and all of our pain
Will be but a tune
The Sun and the Moon
the wind and the rain
Hand in hand we'll do and die
Listening to the band that made us cry
We'll have nothing to lose
We'll have nothing to gain
Just to stay in this real life situation
For one last refrain
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
When the saints go marching in
And we will carry war no more
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