Song Stories

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

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

Oh, I can't stop runnin' I see the whole town fall I people-watch on the way back home

When routine bites hard and ambitions are low And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow And we're changing our ways, taking different roads

No future, no future, no future for you!

I've got my spine, I've got my orange crush

'Cause England swings and they sure love the tales I bring And those rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King

Jesus save us, modernity has failed us

Once I had a love and it was a gas Soon turned out had a heart of glass