Of course I think about it 
I think about it all the time 
Things cross your mind, you can't help it 
What you said, what I said 
What you did, what I did 
But it's all in the past now, what's the difference 
You can't change it 

I will never be the same I will never change
It will be a long time 

When I think about it now, I know you were right 
There were too many secrets to keep 
Too many obstacles to overcome 
And all that talk just made me tired 
When I think about it now 
When I think about you
I know you were right 

You will never be the same you will never change 
It will be a long time 

I like the graveyard shift 
It's quiet, I can read all night 
I don't mind wearing a uniform 
I don't mind walking in the dark 
You make your rounds, you check all the locks 
And when the sun rises, when everyone is getting up 
You punch out and go home 

It will never be the same it will never change 
It will be a long time 

UNDER THE SEA

Sunken wrecks rise from the
Sand silent ships on dry land 
While waves are crashing overhead 
We cultivate our tulip beds 
Hard work and honesty 
The lowland is the place to be 
We're under the sea 
We're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 
Under the sea 

Comrade, are we still alive? 
Yes, the righteous will abide 
Comrade, must we stand alone? 
Does cold rain fall on hard stone? 
Beneath the flood no one survives 
Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty 
The lowland is the place to be 
We're under the sea we're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 
Under the sea 

Comrade, do you hear the sound 
Of water dripping on wet ground? 
Comrade, are those tears I see 
Like stars above the Zuider Zee? 
Like rain upon a dark sea wall 
Will those tear drops ever fall? 
Hard work and honesty 
The lowland is the place to be 
We're under the sea we're under the sea 

Sail on, look for me I’m floating 

Comrade, d'you hear that? it's water it's rushing water 

OUR TOWN

In our town, murders, happen everyday 
When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play 
In our town, friday, is payroll day 
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display 
In our town, murders, happen everyday 
There are whores walking the streets 
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap 
We've got cops walking the beat 
Stopping all the strangers they meet 
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole 
Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low 
In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard 
The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard 
In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard 

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh 
There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath 
There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death 
There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town 

Muezzins, call form the minarets 
Monks bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their cigarettes 
In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day 
Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display 
In our town, the river, smells of oil and shit
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the streets 
Stopping all the strangers they meet 
We've got cops walking the beat 
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap 
In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range 
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain 
In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days 
In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade 
In our town, the bosses, curse the working man 
Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands 

(Refrains)

In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother's son
In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside
Up to the morning sun they rise
The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries
A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light
In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside 

A LITTLE TOO HIGH

Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh
A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light
I want to kiss it and make it feel better
I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter
But I’m sick of it already I’m just a little too high
We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights 
The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right 
But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye 
When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight 
Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight? 

I  do
I’m just a little too high

Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs 
Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes 
A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms 
Yours finger spread like starfish 
It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry? 
You're just a little too high 
Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet 
Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble 
Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles 
Anger and vomit collide with a right cross 
You look a little sick, you look a little lost 
You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile 
Excuse me? 
You're just a little too 

Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue
A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws 
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws 
A friend's space, just beds in a place 
Is that a nipple? is that a cock? 
Surely something sensuous has trickled over us 
Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock 
We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard 
Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal quartz 
And as you roll over the covers 
From one mouth to another 
I almost miss you, I almost say goodbye 
But I’m a little too high 

HELLO/GOODBYE

You will not follow me 
Hello, goodbye

Take the first turn and head straight south 
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park 
Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot 
Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign 
There you are, there you are 
Wait a minute, I see, I see 

Hello, goodbye 

You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs 
A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history 
To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak 
To the west bay windows letting in the light 
A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night 
you stand over there and I’ll stay here 
Now I see, now I see 

Hello, goodbye 
You will not follow me 
A prophet without disciples 
A teacher without students 
A shepherd without sheep 
Wait a minute, I see, I see 
You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me 
Follow me 
You will not follow me 

The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar 
And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar 
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames 
You hand me up the cup and I’ll read the book 
And then together we'll all sing 
What shall we sing? what shall we sing? 
You will not follow me 

THE PHONE CALL

I had to call, I know it's late 
I had to talk, I had to hear you 
Say something, say anything 

The line is silent but I feel your breath 
That silence - it's death, it's death 
It's killing me 

There is so much that I regret 
I can't exist like this 
I need forgiveness 

Play along now ,keep him on now 

Across the boundaries of time and space 
We will hunt him with our deadly trace 
I was sitting home on my own 
I just thought I would phone 
Just thought I would phone, yeah 

I got your number and I know where you live 
I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to give 
My heart my heart, do you hear it, I’ll rip it out 

I still hear those cries and those tears 
That look in your eyes
I just wanna apologize
I’m sorry, god, I’m sorry 

All that I’ve done all my mistakes 
I can't live with my disgrace, I’m damned 

Play along now, sing a song now 

With the aid of our technology 
We will suck him down eventually 

I was sitting home on my own I
Just thought I would phone 
Just thought I would phone, yeah 

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells

I am a crab, I live in a shell 
You call this living, I call it 
Hell! I’m living in hell 

I see your picture on the bedroom door 
That's all I have to hang onto
Anymore 

That's all I’ve got that's just one voice, it's loud and it's clear 
The day of judgement, it's here 

Play along now, sing along now 

I was sitting home on my own 
I just thought I would phone 
Just thought I would phone, yeah 

BITCH'S BREW

Fog and night after a thirsty day 
It was a hot sun beating on an empty plate, you know 
That damn dog's barking at the hissing cars 
I hear whispers from afar 
What was that? what did you say? does what really matter anyway? 
Dark eyes staring at the wall 
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of eyelids drooping down 
Answer me! what did you say? why do you have to be this way? 
"What way is that", was her reply 
She smiled and raised her big brown eyes 
She said, "i don't give a damn what you do 
And I really don't care what happens to you 
You can whistle in the dark if you remember the tune 
And recite your litany of gloom and doom 
But there is one thing you can do for me..." 
She shifted her ass and spread her knees 
She said, " I don't give a damn what you 
Do just pour me a glass of that bitch's brew 
No, I really don't care what happens to you do 
I want a long cold glass of that bitch's brew" 

The rain is coming down in sheets 
Windshield's trickling jagged streaks 
It's a scripture written on tinted glass 
Hissing like a snake in the grass 
Something hard lies on the seat 
My lips move but I don't speak 
My eyes are glued to that blinking sign 
And I just sit there, biding my time 
"Cheap rooms" it says "open all the time" 
Handcuffs ring a tightened fist 
Lipstick smears a bloodied lip 
What's mine is mine, that's what 
I know to have and hold, to keep control 
That's all I know 
That's all I know and I don't really care what happens next
This has nothing to do with sex 
I just need something to see me through 
Something to keep me from coming unglued 
I don't know what I’ll do, wait,... I know what I’ll do 
I know what I’ll do I’ll pop the cork on that bitch's brew 
I’ll take a long stiff pull on that bitch's brew 

I don't want no more I don't want no more 
The bartender dragged me across the floor 
Don't worry, man, that guy is long gone 
"Maybe you shouldn't called him a fucking moron 
You shouldn't start things you can't see through 
Wow, that guy sure made a mess of you" 
Now I lay me down to sleep and pray the lord my soul to keep 
If I should die before I wake, you'll know I had a belly ache 
"Shut up, man, shut up, man, you're brain is fried 
Now don't stare at me with that look in your eyes" 
What's mine is mine what's mine is mine 
Said the frog to the snake as he crawled from the slime 
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is fine 
How's that for a goddamned coupled rhyme 
"Look man, why don't you just get on this stool 
You ain't no poet, you're just a fucking fool" 
I don't know what I’ll do I don't know what I’ll do 
"Try doing what's right 
Seek serenity in a world of delights 
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights 
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights" 
Yea, that's going to help me to see me through 
Like that's going to keep me from coming unglued 
"Look man, I really don't give a fuck what you do 
And I don't really care what happens to you 
But there's maybe one little thing that I can do 
I’ll pour you a shot of that bitch's brew 
Yea, one quick belt of that bitch's brew 
Then you've have to leave, we're closing 
You know what they say 
You don't have to go home 
But you can't stay here" 

BEAT ON THE BRAT

Beat on the brat beat on the brat 
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 
oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 
Beat on the brat beat on the brat 
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah what can you do? 
What can you do? 
With a brat like that always on your back 
What can you do? what can you do? what can you do? 
With a brat like that always on your back what can you use? 
Use beat on the brat beat on the brat 
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 
Beat on the brat beat on the brat 
Beat on the brat with a baseball bat 
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah 
Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah what can you do? 
What can you do? 
With a brat like that always on your back what can you do? 
What can you do? what can you do? 
With a brat like that always on your back what can you use?