I really, I really, I really need to know I really, I really Or else you gotta let me go I really, I really This time I really need to do things right
A man sits at his desk One year from retirement And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do Each passing year The workload grows I'm always wishing
Imagine..your father was naked and you had just fallen through the ceiling into a room full of soft-moist eyeballs. I can tell you, but my mind keeps
No need to whine, boy Like a windup toy you stutter at my feet And it's never the time, boy You've had too much wine to stumble up my street Well, it
Baby don't go, baby don't go, baby don't go Talk to me, tell me, where you were (late last night) You told me, with your friends, hanging out (late last
Old man sits at his desk One year from retirement And he's up for review He's not quite sure what to do Each passing year The workload grows I'm always
I can't stop the way I feel Things you do don't seem real Tell me what you've got in mind 'Cause we're runnin' out of time Won't you ever set me free
Take this train Put it on the window Tell me if it moves Starting game How long will we sit here? Wake me when I lose (Here we are now) Stutter Kiss
Oh, potato, if you only knew I'm three years younger than you Oh, potato, if only you knew Boiled potato I had a hole in my heart And you landed on my
The one good thing in my life Has gone away, I don't want to know why She's gone away I don't know where Somewhere I can't follow her The one good thing
You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt and I'm hurt And if I cause a commotion I only end up losing you and that's worse Ever fallen
It's hard, can't afford to stop Keep on working till you're fit to drop Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away Monday morning brings them back
I've been looking for about an hour, for a place to drink Trouble with this town, everyone's asleep Me and my girlfriend, had another fight Now she's
When no friends can't be found And my girl is out of town I come home to empty house The telephone is all I have When my plans don't work out Mama says
Life's been quiet since you've been gone It's no fun burning for one I was happy before you came Now you've gone, it's just not the same Lord knows as
Tell me what, tell me what, tell me what I gotta do To make you notice, to make you look this way What do I have to say? Tell me what, tell me what, tell
Never had the good things only money can buy I drive my car but I haven't got a car to drive Never had a holiday in the tropical sun Good times look like
[Originally performed by Human League] Listen to the voice of Buddha Saying stop your sericulture Little people like your offspring Boiled alive for