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Waxworks: Some Singles 1977-1982 (1982)
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I look out my window at night
I see the stars and I'm filled with fright
I have a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I have a feeling something's cooking

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey, put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I got a feeling someone's looking
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I have a feeling something's cooking

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you
(Psychedelic)

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey, put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

I read my comics from front to back
I'll be ready for any attack
I have a feeling someone's
It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed
It's more the ale that's inside my head
I've got a feeling something's

Science friction burns my fingers
Electricity still lingers
Hey put away that ray
How do you Martians say I love you

. . .


The first time I saw you standing in the water
You must have been all of a thousand feet tall
Nearly naked, unashamed like Herod's daughter
Your love was so big it made New York look small
You've been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso

Oh, my statue of liberty, boo-boo
Impaled on your hair, what do you do-do-do to me, boo-boo

I leaned right over to kiss your stoney book
A little jealous of the ships with whom you flirt
A billion lovers with their cameras stop to look
And in my fantasy I sail beneath your skirt
You've been the subject of so many dreams
Since I climbed your torso

Oh, my statue of liberty, boo-boo
Impaled on your hair, what do you do-do-do to me, boo-boo

Say
Pop me

Oh, my statue of liberty, boo-boo
Impaled on your hair, what do you do-do-do to me, boo-boo
Say, oh, my statue of liberty, boo-boo
Impaled on your hair, what do you do-do-do to me, boo-boo

Liberty
Liberty
Liberty

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In a milk bar and feeling lost
Drinking sodas as cold as frost
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my juke-box selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah Yeah

This is!

On a walkway and moving fast
All I get is transistor blast
Someone leans in my direction
Quizzing on my station selection
What do you call that noise
That you put on?

This is pop
Yeah yeah

This is!

We come the wrong way
We come the long way
We play the songs much too loud

This is pop
Yeah yeah

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Are you receiving me?
You are deceiving me I know, see I know
When we're out walking
Your mouth ain't where it's supposed to do the talking
When we're in kissing
Your lips are missing, are they out on loan to someone else
Are you listening?
I put it in a letter, what could be better?
I put it in a note, one night I wrote
I put it in a telegram, just like the son of Sam
Babe there's something missing
Your TV's just hissing

. . .


I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and there's crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Prepare yourself for the boys in the band at the hop
The cheap guitars, they're too young for the bars at the hop
We'll jive around, make fools of ourselves 'til they stop
We're back next week with another ridiculous tie knot

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, boys and girls

I have learnt there's a magical spot at the hop
Come with me to the church on the corner the hop
There's nuts and crisps and there's c-c-c-cola on tap
A good time had by those boys and those girls at the hop

Tell me what do you say (tell me what do you say)
Tell me what do you say
I tell you
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la
Life begins at the hop, la la la la la la la la la la la
boys and girls

. . .


We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed, yeah

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Nigel is not outspoken
But he likes to speak, and he loves to be spoken to (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)
Nigel is happy in his work (In his work)

We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work

Mm, we're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand

We're only making plans for Nigel
He has this future in a British steel
Steel, steel, steel, steel, steel
Yeah, yeah

We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel
Nigel, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel

. . .


Wait till your boat goes down
That's when you'll need me most
Wait till your boat goes down
And you're washed up on some foreign and
Unfamiliar coast

Yachting's fine
Sailing round and round in social circles
In a sea of diamonds and wine
Wait till you need a shoulder
A girl's best friend's not any consolation
when you're that much older

Skiing's grand
Drawing classic lines around the millionaires
and moneymen from Switzerland
Wait till you need a shoulder
A girl's fox furs won't warm your heart
When you're that much older

And if you're late and man he sees you when you're young and looking good
Watch the big fish swim right out to take the bait you offered like you
knew they would
Too much caviar only points to middle aged spread
There won't be room for many playboys in your single bed

Wait till your boat goes down
That's when you'll need me most
Wait till your boat goes down
And you're washed up!

. . .


Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
From battlefields so glorious
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
'Til once again victorious
Woah, generals and majors always
Seem so unhappy 'less they got a war
Generals and majors, uh-huh
Like never before
Are tired of being actionless

Calling generals and majors
Generals and majors everywhere
Calling generals and majors
Your World War III is drawing near

Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
Away from men who made the grade
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
Until the battle's lost or made
Woah, generals and majors always
Seem so unhappy 'less they got a war
Generals and majors, uh-huh
Like never before
Are tired of being in the shade

Calling generals and majors
Generals and majors everywhere
Calling generals and majors
Hey, your World War III is drawing near
World War III

Generals and majors, uh-huh
They're never too far
From battlefields so glorious
Out in a world of their own
They'll never come down
'Til once again victorious
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Generals and majors
Generals and majors
Generals and majors

. . .


Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Pavements of gold leading to the underground
Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around
Fog is the sweat of the never never navvies who pound
Spikes in the rails to their very own heaven

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high
Merchants from Stepney walking pretty ladies by
Rain is the tears of the never never navvies who cry
For the bridge that doesn't go
In the direction of Dublin

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

And I've seen it in a painting
And I've seen it in engraving
And I've seen it in their faces
Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving

And I've seen it in a painting
And I've seen it in engraving
And I've seen it in their faces
Clear as children's chalk lines on the paving

Towers of London
When they had built you
Did you watch over the men who fell
Towers of London
When they had built you
Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell

Towers of London, Towers of London
Towers of London, Towers of London

La La Londinium, La La Londinium
La La Londinium, La La Londinium
La La Londinium...

. . .


Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!

I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid
get the expert, on mademoiselles
he could diffuse, any bombshell

If I could only be tough like him
then I could win
my own, small, battle of the sexes

Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
make the girl mine, wave the victory sign

I'm invading, territories
Girls are foreign, and strange to me
get the expert, at kissing and stuff
he stays easy, when things get rough

Sometimes relationships don't go as planned
some girls, can make themselves so cold
a no-mans land.

If I could only be tough like him
then I could win
my own, small, battle of the sexes

Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
Sgt. Rock is going to help me
make the girl mine
keep her stood in line
make the girl mine, wave the victory sign

Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey, Rock, Rock!
Hey!

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Hey, hey, the clouds are whey
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
All sleep safely

My, my, sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

Hey, hey, night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
All live slowly

My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty
And the guilty ones can all die slowly
All die slowly

And all the world is biscuit-shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

And birds might fall from black skies (Whoo-whoo)
And bullies might give you black eyes (Whoo-whoo)
And buses might skid on black ice (Whoo-whoo)
But to me they're very, very beautiful (England's glory)
Beautiful (A striking beauty)

And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and crimes
Dirt and treasure
And there's one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime
Pain and pleasure, and the church bells softly chime

. . .


Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Don't want demolition
Don't want your compensation
It's not just bricks and mortar
We are lambs to slaughter

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes

Must we live in fear
From those who shed no tears?
Our one and only shelter
Your games, your Helter Skelter

Motorways and office blocks
They're standing on the spot where stood a home
They're crushing all the memories of people
Who have since turned to stone
Who turned to stone
They turned to stone

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain
Save us from the ball and chain, oh, yeah
The diggers and the towering cranes

The diggers and the towering cranes
The diggers and the towering

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