Song Stories

The boys of the NYPD choir Were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day

How Bob Geldof and Midge Ure united pop to create one of the most significant Number Ones ever

Looking so long for the words to be true But always just breaking apart My pictures of you

This is the next century Where the universal's free You can find it anywhere Yes, the future has been sold

Drive boy, dive boy Dirty numb angel boy

You think that all your time is used Too busy earnin' You can't get enough

I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree

We said we'd all go down together Yes, we would all go down together

Every breath you take And every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds

There's the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away

And I wrote for luck and they sent me you And I sent for juice, you give me poison I order a line, you form a queue