Saw six men
Under a tall tower
Break it to him
Like I'm breakin it to you, gently
The nice people
Will remind you, oh yeah
Kicking, white, cheerleader
When the tired cheerleader
Lucifer over Lancashire
The black girls
Shake the hedges
On this the hottest day for ages
Was that monsoon
Doctor had the needle
Can't obey his [...]
No longer
Lucifer over Lancashire
I tell you no lies
Completely blind
Are the sentinel's eyes
At the back of his mind
Those people screamed
The people screamed
He took over everywhere
And this place
Now over here
And it's time he move on
His cock-eyed moon
And useless prayers
Now I'm just flyin
I'm flyin
I'm typin
I'm shinin
I'm winnin
I got this on
I'm a runnin shark
I'm winnin
I'm shinin...bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
every yellow taxi's like a cadillac
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
and a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
every dead end street's an ocean boulevard
the more i look the more i see
and i don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
the more i touch the more i feel
who cares what is imaginary and what is real
if black is white and red is green
i don't care which way around it is supposed to be
i close my eyes but i can see...
the more i look the more i see
form where i stand my world is looking
good to me
the more i touch the more i feel
don't want to know that is true what's
make believe...