It worries me this kind of thing How you hope to live alone And occupy your waking hours We're taking sides again I just wept I couldn't understand Why you started this again And every day you send me more It makes it worse is this a plan of yours To ensure I don't forget I'd write and tell you that I've burnt them all But you never send me your address And I've, I've kept them anyway So don't ask me if I think it's true That communication can bring hope to those Who have gone their separate ways It hardly touched me when it should have then But memories are uncertain friends When recalled by messages Coded messages Poison letters

88 seconds is all it takes 88 seconds, don't make mistakes We've seen you, we can see you In red and blue, in black and white Under crystal skies, in full day light You know it, God, you know it 88 seconds is all it takes (88 seconds) In 88 seconds we don't make mistakes We know you oh, yes we have known you Times are changing but not in our street Once we played there like the good times You know it, God, you know it They're heading for a shallow grave With a big black cross by a tall white house To a place down south, we won't forget To be stabbed in the back by a man they met In 88 seconds, in Greensboro 88 seconds in Greensboro In 88 seconds, in Greensboro 88 seconds 88 seconds in Greensboro In 88 seconds, in Greensboro Is all we take, is all we take 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88 88, 88, 88, 88, 88, 88 88, 88

This is the room This is the wall This is the body I've been hoping for These are the words I've been longing just to say So this is my goal The aim of my life This is the feeling They warned me about Oh my God What have I done this time Oh my God What have I done this time The think that you've done You don't understand The feeling the longing The failing that's gone (Real heart stop in The arms to be Everything shouting In the new stone age) Oh my God What have I done this time Oh my God What have I done this time (We'll start living In the real stone age)

I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Aw then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man (Walk me home) (Ah, that's all right)