Blond Haired Blue Eyed Boy - Paul Oxley's Unit

Yeah, yeah, and then it's like Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Down the hall First one on the right-hand wall Knock because he locks his door And we don't see him anymore Before I knew, I'm back again I would give back everything To stop this ever happening 'Cause I can't even look at you and see my friend Let me in, under your skin I'm asking you as your best friend I can fix this thing you did 'Cause I can't see blue-eyed boy dead Let me in, under your skin I'm asking you as your best friend It's worse than you think it is And I can't see blue-eyed boy dead Cue the smoke Window closed, it makes me choke Hide behind your small talk jokes But I can see you're bent and broke And we have no new memories Reminiscing endlessly About when you and I were teens Does that not tell you anything? Oh, how the needle stings I'd still die for you but not for me Best believe I've tried everything Let me in, under your skin I'm asking you as your best friend I can fix this thing you did 'Cause I can't see blue-eyed boy dead Let me in, under your skin I'm asking you as your best friend It's worse than you think it is And I can't see blue-eyed boy dead I'd still die for you but not for me Best believe I've tried everything Do it for yourself if not for me Can't you see, it's taken everything?

Senorita lives on the street she sells her love Far from the places, far from the faces that she loves Why is this city such an attraction? Night after night she's looking for action Sometimes she comes to me I guess I could be the one that she needs but I don't know The way that she lives is so new to me it scares me so Somewhere inside her there is a place When she comes around it's there on her face It's something she just can't hide Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars Under the lights The girls of the night turn on their charms While we sit on the bed We talk and we laugh and drink red wine Then as the pieces fall into place I see all the answers there in her face It's something she just can't hide Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars Sometimes I feel that you're not with me When I see those wild horses in your eyes Somewhere in the distance I can hear guitars and underneath the stars I know she's dreaming Of Spanish bars

City of dreams, like a star in the Western sky, Like a diamond it catches your eye But there's nothing to do and nowhere to go. City of dreams, is that all we were meant to do Manufacture and worship you, Palace of glass, no shadows at all. I've got this feeling inside That makes me rise with the tide And now it calls me away, Calls me away from you... City of dreams, in the light of the falling rain Did I tell you I'm sorry I came Now how do I keep from going insane In my city of dreams... CHORUS City of dreams they have promised the world to you, You have slaved and you've made it come true, There is your goal, now what will you do In your city of dreams.

Terry's Inside (Paul Oxley's Unit) Terry's exitable, he's always been the same, Never too smart at school always took the blame But she was there waiting for him Whenever he went away and Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again. She was in love with him since long before leaving school To work in a factory and follow the family rules, Though he never looked for trouble Somehow it always came Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again. Follow that winding road to where it leads And if it leads you home you won't have to be alone. Come monday afternoon down at the factory, They're asking questions now, "hey have you seen Marie?" While there in their small apartment She's lying beside the bed and Terry's inside again, Terry's inside again And it's torn her apart again.

In the middle of a C-Fax comedy, With the aid of siliconology, I push my video back into the wall above my head, I take a pill and I fall into my bed. I miss my friend so I call her on the phone, We talk a while about the future of the clone And as the picture fades and all is silent once again I find I'm staring at the contents of my home. Those Plastic streets don't offer consolation The only add to your isolation... Living in the Western, living in the Western, Living in the Western world... I seem to feel a little lonely in the night, I tap a rhythm on the panel on my right And as I watch the colours swirling round upon my wall I sit and wonder at the marvel of it all... Living in the Western, living in the Western, Living in the Western world...