Tiny muscle, wicked magic now the party starts It’s a long hall but you can do it, you’re a natural No more trophies as the constellation fantasy Like a nervous random stranger at a glory hall At a glory hall
Now I’m evolving from a child to an aging child You’re maturing from a memory to a legacy Not comṗlaining, living better in a time capsule No more trophies, no more falsified identities
We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, send me the telephone We never talk to, we never talk We never
Who needs the TV? You are my TV
Who needs a record player? You are my record player
Cling to me baby in this rented room
Cling to me baby in this rented room
And protect me from this evil
Hear the ringing on the telephone
A voice from a hundred miles away
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
It's got something that it wants to say
Its breath is heavy and you're all alone
A voice so clear you can feel its breath
Coming down the telephone
Now it is the time that we must speak
They have divided us from our children
Who needs children? You are my child
Who needs children? My little lamb
Who needs children? You are my child
Crying like a demon in your daddy's hands
Oh baby, baby, baby
Oh my precious baby
You are the moon, who needs the moon?
You are the stars, who needs the stars?
You are the sea, who needs the sea?
Cling to me baby in this broken dream
And let me protect you from this evil
Let me protect you from this evil
Let me protect you from this evil
Maybe I've forgotten the name and the address
Of everyone I've ever known
It's nothing I regret
Save it for another day
It's the school exam and the kids have run away
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was upset you see
Almost all the time
You used to be a stranger
Now you are mine
I wouldn't even trust you
I've not got much to give
We're dealing in the limits
And we don't know who with
You may think that I'm out of hand
That I'm naive, I'll understand
On this occasion it's not true
Look at me, I'm not you
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain of my wounded heart
I was a short fuse
Burning all the time
You were a complete stranger
Now you are mine
I would like a place I could call my own
Have a conversation on the telephone
Wake up every day that would be a start
I would not complain about my wounded heart
Just wait till tomorrow
I guess that's what they all say
Just before they fall apart
Ever took a punch
In the ribcage sonny
Never met a soul
Who had no shrine
Keep this all in your mind
And get it inside my window
What do we become
Trying to kill each other
You’re faking it son
Gonna get you tonight
I suck another breath
To the hearts of the revolution
'Cause you still ain’t right
Where did all the love go?
I don’t know, I don’t know
'Cause you can't see it
Where did all the love go?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I bet you can't see it
Gotta see the signs
Of a real change a coming
Take another sip
From this hobo’s wine
Get yourself a million miles
From this concrete jungle
This is a time
Full of fear full of anger
A heroe’s exchange for a telephone line
Whatever happened to the youth of this generation?
Because it still ain’t right
Where did all the love go?
I don’t know, I don’t know
I bet you can't see it
Where did all the love go?
Well, I don’t know why
Oh, why
The rivers on the pavement
Are flowing now with blood
The children of the future
Are drowning in the flood
Where did all the love go?
Well, I don’t know why
Oh, why
In this social chaos
There’s violence in the air
Gotta keep your wits about you
Be careful not to stare
Where did all the love go?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Because you don't see it
Where did all the love go?
Well, I don’t know why
Oh, why
I bet you can't see it
Waiting for the last time
For my friend to change my mind
Waiting for the last drop
Seems like a long long time
Maybe I should go back home
I'll sit and wait right by the phone
Praying over the porcelain throne
On my dirty sticky floor
Ask me what I want
Easy that's just more
How long will I wait for you
Twice as long as I did before
Standing in the freezing snow
Maybe you left I just don't know
I'll soon be lying on my own
On some dirty sticky floor
I hope no one can see me
The tin man says I'm doing fine
That lion ain't gonna get me
See that gun right there it's mine
I've painted a face where I burnt the floor
Now the face has become my devil's door
Laying in the back room
On my dirty sticky floor
Drag him out your window
Dragging out the dead
Singing I miss you
Snakes and ladders flip the lid
Out pops the cracker
Smacks you in the head
Knifes you in the neck
Kicks you in the teeth
Steel toe caps
Takes all your credit cards
Get up get the gunge
Get the eggs
Get the flan in the face
The flan in the face
The flan in the face
Dance you fucker dance you fucker
Don't you dare
Don't you dare
Don't you flan in the face
Take it with the love its given
Take it with a pinch of salt
Take it to the tax man
Let me back
Let me back
I promise to be good
Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize
Help me, call the doctor, put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
put me inside
I keep the wolf from the door but he
Calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna
Mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops
Walking like giant cranes
And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked
in a tight little world
and are you on the list?
Stepford wives who are we to complain?
Investments and dealers
Investments and dealers
Cold wives and mistresses
Cold wives and Sunday papers city
Boys in First Class don't know we're born just know
Someone else is gonna come and clean it up
Born and raised for the job
Someone always does
I wish you'd get up get over
get up get over and turn the tape off
I keep the wolf from the door
But he calls me up
Calls me on the phone
Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom
And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops
So I'm just gonna
