You tried in vain to find something to kill you In the end you had to do it yourself Who's to blame for the loveless marriage Who's to blame for the broken band
, could behead for the asking It was just a matter of convincing the old ones They broke up on John and Yoko's anniversary Went separate ways like most bands
But those who flex end up with broke necks Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic" We conversated with the skeezers for
hold your bones and slowly die The cooling space inside your chest My broken bride you never breathed again Circuits fail, the cosmic strings like rubber bands
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
this time I can't afford it... The hour has come for retribution I'm storming the walls down I'm storming the walls down The hour has come for
ringing for us in the chapel tonight But this morning they tolled and her bright band of gold Was returned with this message tonight Your sweetheart has
lads know That the bands of love are broken. There's mony a horse has snapper't and fa'en Risen again fu rarely Many's the lass has lost her lad And
restrictions they've created Free the Henge Free the Henge For thousands of years Stonehenge has been a sacred meeting place for people - Furthermore
fields a turnin', baby is born His cries crease the wind and mingle with the morn An assault upon the order, changing of the guard Chosen for a challenge
morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy Rider Parties. An Easy Rider Party was when everybody would come over to my house, the band
time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For
bones and slowly die, the cooling space inside your chest, my broken bride, you never breathed again. The circuits fail, the cosmic strings like rubber bands
never know I set sail that morning and I may not come back know lay low in a hideout just to bust you- tro;pical it's neurotic and exotic with yet another broke
-stream. Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For
. You tried in vain to find something to kill you in the end you had to do it yourself. Who?s to blame for the loveless marriage, who?s to blame for the broken band
But those who flex end up with broke necks Signed some autographs for a posse of freaks Said, "It's L, baby, I ain't down with Chic" Conversated with the skeezers for