Middle East - The Watchmen

Goodbye Watchmen Come let me go How I feed your telescope Goodbye Goodbye Now We all know you only Come for gold And diamonds Gold and Diamonds Pack the tranquillisers for the trip Let us move on from this Goodbye Goodbye now When tides change I'll say hello With gold and Diamonds Gold and Diamonds Gold and Diamonds Gold and Diamonds They said There's no need No need to eat Eat at the floor boards Once in the west Who Who would you become? Without our sorrow Teeth and Guns Teeth and Guns

My life is a stereo, how loud does it go? What songs do I know? What ever happened to my plans? Whatever happened to the life I thought I had? My life is a stereo, kinda cheaply made though How bad does it show? Whatever did become of all my friends? Whatever happened to the likes of all of them? My life is a stereo, outphased but you know 60 cycles humming, whatever happened to my friends? Whatever happened to the likes of all of them? But I like being here And I'm all hooked up wrong Hang on to me, I'm one in a million One in a million, one in a million Please hang on to me My life is a stereo, turn me on and let's go Turn me up louder, I'll scream as loud and clear as I can scream And if you like what you're hearing, please hang on to me Oh, I like being here And I'm all tied up wrong Hang on to me, I'm one in a million One in a million, one in a million And my lights are like candles I'm so afraid of new technology I'm in the race and I don't want to be Yeah I'm so afraid of what's to come for me I'm in your face and I don't, I don't want to be My life is a stereo, outphased but you know Put me anywhere, please don't think of leaving me behind Whatever happens to you, I'll get on just fine I'm one of a million, one of a million One of a million, one of a million One of a million, one of a million One of a million, ooohhh Ah, ladada

They're selling postcards of the hanging Well, they're painting the passports brown Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors The circus is in town Oh no, but here comes the blind commissioner Well, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other's in his pants And the riot squad, they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row Oh, Cinderella, she seems so easy "Well, it takes one to know one," she smiles And she puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style Now, but here comes Romeo, moaning "You belong to me, I believe" And someone says "You're in the wrong place, my friend You better leave" And then the only sound that's left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row Yeah, at midnight all the agents And superhuman crew Go out and round up everyone That knows more than they do They're gonna bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down from the castles By insurance men who go Check to see that no one is escaping to Desolation Row And so now I can't read too good Don't send me no letters, no! Not unless you gotta mail them from Desolation Row