Marc Almond lyrics
Marc Almond lyrics
"Never To Be Next lyrics"
Like A Stone lyrics
On a cobweb afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone And if w
On a cobweb afternoon In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone And if w
Wholely naked My my worn towel serving as loin cloth Face turned red Hands clutching at soap and froth (Next, next) I was barely 20 And we were over 100 Being the followers of the one who led (Next, next) I was still 20 When my innocense was revealed In a mobile brothel of an army In the field (Next, next) Maybe I would have liked A little touch of tendeFrater Ave Atque Vale lyricsrness Maybe a word Or maybe a caress But no (Next, next) It was not Waterloo And it was not Arcole It was the moment When I regreted missing school (Next, next) But i swear on hearing that sergeant Who was not worth tuppens It was a dirty trick that ? made his armies of impotence (Next, next) I swear by the head Of my first bout of syphillis It's that voice That voice that sticks Like
(Words written by Tennyson, 1883) Row us out to Desenzano, to your Sirmione row So they rowed, and there we landed O Venusta Sirmio There to me through all the groveComa lyricsa fist (Next, next) That voice that stinks of garlic Foul drink and crud It's the voice of nations And the voice of blood (Next, next) And since then Each woman in the heat Of succuming in my skinny arms Seems to be murmering Next, next Next deary, next sonny All the followers of the world Would hold each others hand For in my delerium, well I scream and demand He's next....well I'm not
Falling down, entering no-where,Between our world and the realm of death.I'm a drifter through unknown lands.Search for an exit out of this place. The gift of life, so fragTrucker's Atlas lyrics
I'm going to Colorado to unload my head I'm going to New York City and that's in New York,friends I'm going to Arizona sex on the rocks all warm and red and we bled
delerious I act as a reasoner Say, it's more humiliating to be the followed Than the follower (Next, next, next, next) One day I'll cut my legs off Or even become a nun I'll hang anything So long as I'm not anyone Never to be next Never to be next Never to be next Next, next Please don't pick me next Never to be next I want never...never...never....never....never....never to be next