| Living in lies by the railway line |
| Pushing the hair from my eyes |
| Elvis is english and climbs the hills |
| CanЂ™t tell the bullshit from the lies |
| Screaming along in south london |
| Vicious but ready to learn |
| Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer |
| Sometimes but always in vain |
| So IЂ™ll wait until weЂ™re sane |
| Wait until weЂ™re blessed and all the same |
| Full of bloodloving life and all itЂ™s got to give |
| Englishman going insane |
| Down on my knees in suburbia |
| Down on myself in every way |
| With great expectations I change all my clothes |
| MustnЂ™t grumble at silver and gold |
| Screaming above central london |
| Never boredso IЂ™ll never get old |
| So IЂ™ll wait until weЂ™re sane |
| Wait until weЂ™re blessed and all the same |
| Full of bloodloving life and all itЂ™s got to give |
| Englishman going insane |
| Down on my knees in suburbia |
| Down on myself in every way |
| Day after |
| Day after |
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| Day after |
| Zanezanezane |
| Ouvre le chien |
| Day after |
| Day |
| Day after |
| Zanezanezane |
| Ouvre le chien |
| Day after |