Oh God, deliver me from my enemies These women in green winter coats Working for a tip, don't paint your lips And don't bite, they're baiting you And
do you know what would be good right here? some yellow a touch of humility, an original sin or two half the math double the myth they told you to no aftertaste
I see you setting up your shot I'm gonna git out of your range I'll never sing your sad sorry song Lemon Meringue Sour to the taste And sweet to the
Ready for the crush Every time you kiss me, lemon crush Nay, I can't resist thee, lemon crush Every time you do me, such a rush Ooh, it goes right through
I have a little house* Close to town but not to the city Far from home but near my family No water views but so close to the sea I see, this is how
Why, oh why Lemon firebrigade, why? Why, oh why Lemon firebrigade, why? Why, oh why Lemon firebrigade, why? Why, oh why Lemon firebrigade, why?
I want my money back say it like you mean it I want my money back I'm gonna rock your world (chorus - hey - hu - hey) It's all or nothing And nothing
Soldiers, workers, slaves and farmers Nurses, queens and drones Wish they'd leave my head tonight Let me rest my bones A billion feet sound just like
I'm floating over strange land It's a soulless, sequined, showbiz moon I'm floating over strange land And then stranger still, there's no balloon But
Kid, stay and snip your cord off, talk and let your mind loose Can't all think like Chekov but you'll be okay Kid, is this your first time here? Some
Here comes President Kill again Surrounded by all of his killing men Telling us who, why, where and when President Kill wants killing again Hooray, ring
Everyone's creeping up to the money God Putting tongues where they didn't ought to be On stepping stones of human hearts and souls Into the land of 'Nothing
I?m 12 o?clock, all daylight hours I?ll warm your bed, I?ll grow your flowers Like I?m a miniature sun This ball ignited when she told me I was her only
I got so much to say But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong I'm not a king to the eighties thing Where you look after number one But I won't rock the boat
Anytime you rise, I?m here and I?m crazy for you pink thing You make me want to laugh, you make me want to cry When I stroke your head I feel a hundred
Higher, I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state But I'm the kitchen, boy who'll wash your dirty plate I had no message and the message was We're all Jesus
Hope you enjoyed your flight In one of our new straw aeroplanes You'll find things here are just like What you're used to There's lots of waste and razor
Hold me my daddy I never felt lower than dirt on the floor I say hold me my daddy I never felt like crying oceans before If this means war, why are we