I know you didn’t mean it when you brought me down. It just happened to be beneficial to you.
I know you always worry about the first pronoun and you were just doing what you had to do.
I know you didn’t mean it when you stole my coat. It just happened to be the logical one.
I know you didn’t mean it when you slit my throat. You just were out with the fellows just to have some fun.
I know you didn’t mean it when you blew us up. You just happened to think it was a good idea.
Ungrateful people tried to interrupt when you were just trying to make your viewpoint clear.

(Oh friends, .. don’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. If you’re in love 
with somebody, these are the words that you got to learn to say. Now 
listen carefully. Here it comes…) 
I’ll be loving you always 
with a love that’s true, always 
When the thing you’ve planned 
needs my helping hand, 
I will understand, always, always 

Days may not be fair, always 
Yeah but that’s when I’ll be there, always 
Not for just an hour, 
Not for just a day, 
Not for just a year, but always. 

I said that I’ll be loving you, always 
with a love that’s true, always. 
When the thing you’ve planned 
needs my helping hand, 
I will, I will understand, always, always 

(Oh that’s pretty … that’s pretty too … Oh darling) 

The days may not be fair, always 
Yeah but that’s when I’ll be there, always 
Not for just a second, or a minute, or an hour, 
Not for just a weekend and a shake down in the shower, 
Not for just the summer and the winter going sour, 
But always, always, always 

(Ok if you don’t want to quit, let’s try it one more time) 

I’ll be loving you, always 
with a love that’s true, always. 
When the thing you’ve planned 
needs my helping hand, 
I will understand, I will, I will understand, always, always 

The days may not be fair, always 
(Don’t worry, baby) 
That’s when I’ll be there, always 
Not for just an hour, 
Not for just a day, 
Not for just a year, but always. 

Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
And there is no man or woman who can’t be touched
But you who come between them will be judged.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

The Future.

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it’s lonely here,
there’s no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every other living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that’s an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that’s left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.

You don’t know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
but love’s the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It’s over, it ain’t going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil’s RIDING crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide …

There’ll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There’ll be phantoms
There’ll be fires on the road
and a white man dancing
You’ll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin’.

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don’t like children anyhow
I’ve seen the future, baby:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide …

When they said REPENT REPENT …

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