• White Russian Galaxy - Crimea
• Weird - Crimea
• The Great Unknown - Crimea
• The 48a Waiting Steps - Crimea
• Someone's Crying - Crimea
• Six Shoulders Six Stone - Crimea
• Several Thousand Years Of Talking Nonsense - Crimea
• Requiem Aeternam - Crimea
• Raining Planets - Crimea
• Opposite Ends - Crimea
• Man - Crimea
• Lottery Winners On Acid - Crimea
• Loop A Loop - Crimea
• Light Brigade - Crimea
• Baby Boom - Crimea
• Girl Just Died - Crimea
• Gazillions Of Minature Violins - Crimea
• Don't Close Your Eyes On Me - Crimea
• Bombay Sapphire Coma - Crimea
• Bad Vibrations - Crimea

Straight out of high school and into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be dead
You kick like a mule, short of an Oscar
And screaming blue murder at newly weds
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch through your smoke ring
You cause only trouble, you bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Why do you never sing in church on Sundays?
Why won't you ever go all the way?
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality
Lonely, lost in a white Russian galaxy
Who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on

Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships.
Brace yourself, this is the appocolypse.
Two worlds colide, two worlds colide,
in a blaze of black and white the moon explodes in the dark, dark, dark night.
See this cave, see this canyon,
see this black hole, see this casm.
See the storm brew, feel the Earth move,
take a quantum leap with all the other freaks.
It's not easy being weird in a world with no idea how.
(?) (?) more therapy.
Throw down your... oh, sorry, how stupid of me.
'Til kingdom come, 'til my time on Earth is done.
In a blaze of black and white the moon explodes in the dark, dark, dark night.
See this cave, see this canyon,
see this black hole, see this casm.
See the storm brew, feel the Earth move,
take a quantum leap with all the other freaks.
It isn't easy being weird in a world with no idea how.
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,
Teradactols take on the helicopter gunships,

Only when I know
You are impossible
More so than the arrival of a little fat Greek
With bow and arrow
Only then can this old dog get up and go
To where there's no tomorrow
Just the answer no
Just the answer no
Everything's so big, colossal
Everything's so big, big, big, colossal
Don't expect I'll reach thirty
If this is life on earth, hasta la vista
Still waiting to be collected from lost property
Forsaken and stripped of dignity
Attractive head seeks giulotine
Ready now to face the great unknown
Happens to the best of us I know
Everybody loves a crisis
Everybody loves, loves, loves a crisis
The meaning of the word
Is no joke
Left my suicide note
By the tv remote
Still waiting to be collected from lost property
Forsaken and stripped of dignity
Attractive head seeks giulotine
Ready now to face the great unknown

Born loser. Born free, with two left feet.
Born stupid. Born drunk. Born different,
To my fellow earthlings.
Born beneath that wondering star,
Though I don't feel alone (though I don't feel alone)
Way out where the ocean meets oblivion.
On a seat beside the pretty girl
On the bus back home (on the bus back home)
Born frightened, born scared, born in despair.
Born writer that time forgot.
Born out of sin... with my fellow robots.
Swore I'd never get this far, though I won't give up hope
Won't ever give up hope.
Way out where the ocean meets oblivion.
Drunken conversation, vicious undertone.
When you passed your stop three quarters of an hour ago,
On a seat beside the pretty girl on the bus back home.
I won't, I won't, I won't,
I won't feel alone,

Someone’s crying Lord, someone’s crying
Someone’s in trouble Lord, someone’s in danger
Someone’s on their last legs Lord, someone’s on the way out
Someone’s been totaled Lord, someone’s been smoked
Someone made the finest apple pie
This side of the after life
Someone’s never reached the big 30
How could you let her go
How could you let her go, oh silent one
Someone’s crying Lord, someone’s crying
Someone who meant something to me Lord, someone I needed
Someone came along Lord, someone stopped me in my tracks
Someone’s been butchered Lord, someone’s not coming back
Someone made the finest apple pie
This side of the after life
Someone never made it through their teens
Still you failed to intervene
Still you failed to intervene
Oh silent one
Someone gargantuan Lord
Someone titanic
Someone of substance Lord
Someone of granite
Someone’s no longer Lord
Somebody’s had it
And where was your magic Lord

For you my feather
The war is over
Six shoulders divide your six stone
Jesus Christ the coward
Only lasted 40 days,
My baby went all the way
Everything's funny when
the reaper is lost in your neighbourhood
Now your cortege awaits outside the gates
You're going to hell's kitchen
I'll see you in a couple of hours' time
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
I won't be far behind
I'm under the next train out of here
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
In the last few days you were
full of the joys of emptiness
You build a desert in your kitchen
Jesus Christ the coward
Only lasted 40 days
My baby went all the way
Everything's funny when
the reaper is lost in your neighbourhood
Now your cortege awaits outside the gates
You're going to hell's kitchen
I'll see you in a couple of hours' time
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
I won't be far behind
I'm under the next train out of here
It's a perfect day to kiss the earth goodbye
You are the perfect reason why
Are you happy now?

for endless possibility
for food inside my belly
for hands that do as I say
for the beached whale that sings underneath my atlantic duvet.
for never giving up
for something approaching happiness
for ben & jerry's icecream
for the one woman in a thousand who's got a thing for guys with missing front teeth
I thank my luck star
I thank my luck star
I thank my luck star
for landing on the moon
for fairy tale in new york
for two world wars
sixty years on and we all seem to have conveniently forgotten
we must
thank our lucky star x6
when all is said and done
we are not worthy
of this world we do our damndest to destroy
but it's not ---
there is still time
to repent
for several thousand years of talking nonsense

When your eyelids flicker, and liquor is your oldest friend.
When you dream of silence, silence on which life depends.
When the full moon won't leave you alone,
Watches you stagger all the way home,
Stares in through your bedroom window.
Love, love, love.
Love, it comes in strange disguises.
All through the night... I was seventeen again.
Love, 'til requiem aeternam.
When I feel her heartbeat... boom.
When she tells me secrets, secrets of the witching hour.
When the full moon's there all afternoon,
All smiles when your lips turn blue,
Back flips when they try to revive you.
Love, love, love.
Love, it keeps the goldfish swimming.
Saw Basic Instinct
When I was seventeen years old.
Love. Still got the scars to show.
I need you like a Siamese twin,
I feel you like a broken wing.
Like floating down from outer space,
Like falling on to helicopter blades.
Happiness is possible, just keep rolling the snowball up the hill.
Love. Concentrate on survival,
Your ship will come in, just keep on stumbling.
Love, towards requiem aeternam.
Love, 'til requiem aeternam.

Currently residing in the 'Where are they now?' file
Burnt out and in denial
Throwing shapes at the mirror with your hairbrush
Singing along to 'Ever Fallen In Love' by The Buzzcocks.
End up working in the Domino's Pizza, shades on, incognito.
Turned down for the manager's position for carrying on
Where the Fonz left off, in the Sixties.
They're freaking me out... vultures are circling now.
The end of the world, it's only the end of the world.
There's no need to start freaking out.
Last seen holding up a Seven Eleven, strung out, dishevelled.
They could tell it was a water pistol, the cops turned up

Isobelle remember how it used to feel
Isobelle remember how it used to feel
Isobelle...
Done something real bad this time,
Practically signed my own death warrant
She was staring right at me burning my eyelashes
Just the two of us left in this rusty old tub
Neither overjoyed to be out of love
Takes one black cloud to spoil the bright day
I was the black cloud, she was the bright day
Isobelle remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel
You and I are not those screaming animals
With yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
Isobelle...
You look so good I want to see hundreds and thousands of you
Crawling through the desert like a crusade of half dead blue bottles
Our brains leave their skulls
Walk the type of a rabbit in their headlight stares
Melted together like pink and white marshmellows
Yeah I was a fool, yes you were a fool
But who can name a penny who has not been in the pocket of a fool, of a fool, of a fool
Isobelle remember how it used to feel, feel, feel, feel
You and I are not those screaming animals
With yellow jealous eyes
And not the decoration of the battle last night
When we wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
Wake up in the morning both at opposite ends
It's hardly the stuff of legend
I ask the questions
Get down off your broomstick and sweep the floor
Sometimes I think you could be more
Than just a punchbag with lipstick on
When I'm half baked and the red mist is gone
I see you lying there and wish that it could always be this way
That I could die this day
You always lying there, me always half baked
Without a care in the stupid world
Without a stupid world to care about
Isobelle remember how it used to feel

The Hunt for Red October... ain't over
Tornado Alley relax.
The nightmare they call Summer
Ain't coming this year or the next.
CHORUS:
On a mission, Mission Impossible.
What if you don't come back?
Will I still be your man? (x4)
You should have seen the other canine
If you think I look beat up...
From one dog to another hound,
This is more than puppy love.
CHORUS
When Armageddon comes, when time begins again,
Will you still work the earth; will I still be your man?
When there is no more us, when everything is dust?
When there is no more us, when everything is dust?
Will I still be your man? (x4)

If she gets a black eye, I want a black eye
If she gets a splinter, I want a splinter too
If she gets a disease, I want a disease
If she goes tripping, I go falling over
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
If she like Gordons, I like Gordons
If she likes the black stuff, I like the black stuff too
If she gets scabies, I want scabies
If she goes tripping, I go falling over
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
If your momma could see you know
What would she think of her boy?
What would she think of her boy?
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid

Wanna start again, be a kid again,
'Cause baby I'm not that person you pretend.
CHORUS:
Damn girl gone loop,
Loop a loop a loop.
Loop a loop a loop a loo.
Damn girl gone loop,
Loop a loop a loop.
Loop a loop a loop a loo.
Wanna start again, wanna change my name,
'Cause baby I'm not an angel
You cannot be saved.
CHORUS
Just like Hamburger Hill...
Throw another small child on the fire.
I'm trying to build an empire.
One steps forward, baby, two steps back,
Moonwalking beneath that harlot's flat.
Damn world gone loop,
Loop a loop a loop a loop a loo.
Damn world gone loop loop a loop a loo,
Loop a loop a loop a loo.
As we fall through the hoops
Going loop a loop.
As we fall through the hoops

We take no prisoners, leave nothing, only ghosts.
Now everybody knows,
We take no prisoners, leave nothing left alive.
Don't understand who I am or how it all began.
CHORUS:
Send in the couch potatoes,
Lowest common denominators.
Bring down the hit parade,
Send in the Light Brigade.
We are not alone; there was footprints in the snow,
Now everybody knows,
We are not alone, there was sightings of UFOs...
Don't understand who I am or how it all began.
CHORUS
Jerusalem, Nazareth, Paris,
Houston, Mexico City, Berlin, Madrid.
Burn down all your cities, your precious cities
Will be destroyed.
Send in the Light Brigade (x4)

We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
No one said it?s gonna be easy darling
It won?t get better
No one said it's gonna be hard