One In the Eye - Rick Wakeman

If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory As long as you were still alive I would live inside of you I'd make you wear me like a scar And I would burn myself into your memory And run through everything you are I would not run I would not turn I would not hide I would not run I would not turn I would not hide I would live inside of you I'd make you wear me like a scar And I would burn myself into your memory And run through everything you are I would not run I would not turn I would not hide I would not run I would not turn I would not hide In the eye If you were to kill me now right here I would still look you in the eye And I would burn myself into your memory As long as you were still alive I would not run I would not turn I would not hide I would not run I would not turn I would not hide In the eye In the eye Look me in the eye In the eye In the eye

Back You're a fucking dick Same old, you know getting arrested Being offensive though still as impressive Me and the Mrs we're getting along 'Til I do something wrong and it's another domestic People wanna know what my life's like Behind closed doors what my wife's like It gets crazy in bed we watch a couple episodes of a boxset and then it's night night When she hears this shit, it's lights out I'll probably get kicked out of my house 'Til I come back with a brand new Chanel bag And shoes but I refuse to wave her whites out I know I'm my own worst enemy Happy wife happy life but I like stress I dunno why Just seems to be that whenever there's upset I operate at my best! Say you won't be home late But you've been up all night Won't tell me where you've been But you'll be occupied I can't do this anymore (One eye on the door) If you got one eye on the door (One eye on the door) One minute it was 1 the next it was 6 Shit I'm dead I don't know where the time went Where's my phone? Shit 61 missed calls, a divorce is on the cards if I don't split And get my arse in gear, I'm asking for it A bastard ain't I, off weed the same Better get my arse in gear and get a car quick Though if I'm already gonna get my arsed kicked then pass What's one more half What's one more spliff What's one more glass What's one more line What's one more toke I'm already a dead man when I get home I know I'm my own worst enemy Happy wife happy life but I like stress I dunno why Just seems to be that whenever there's upset I operate at my best! Say you won't be home late But you've been up all night Won't tell me where you've been But you'll be occupied I can't do this anymore (One eye on the door) If you got one eye on the door (One eye on the door) I never said I'd be home early babe I was at the studio working late After work we went out for something to eat And something to eat turned into something to drink And something to drink turned into something to take And something to take turned into another mistake Another mistake that I won't learn from I never said that I'd be home early, you heard wrong When she hears this shit, it's lights out I'll probably get kicked out of my house 'Til I come back with a brand new Chanel bag And shoes but I refuse to wave her whites out I know I'm my own worst enemy Happy wife happy life but I like stress I dunno why Just seems to be that whenever there's upset I operate at my best! Say you won't be home late But you've been up all night Won't tell me where you've been But you'll be occupied I can't do this anymore (One eye on the door) If you got one eye on the door (One eye on the door) I will never ever ever ever ever ever do this again I have something to celebrate I dunno what it was, I swear down! I love you! Sorry, sorry!

She told me not to step on the cracks I told her not to fuss and relax Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks But now she sleeps with one eye open That's the price she'll pay I took a knife and cut out her eye I took it home and watched it wither and die Well, she's lucky that I didn't slip her a smile That's why she sleeps with one eye open, oh But that's the price she'll pay I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" Get your filthy fingers out of my pie" I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry" I slipped my hand under her skirt I said, "Don't worry, oh, it's not gonna hurt" Oh, my reputation's kinda clouded with dirt That's why you sleep with one eye open, oh But that's the price you'll pay I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" Get your filthy fingers out of my pie" I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry" You made me cry You made me cry You made me cry I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" Get your filthy fingers out of my pie" I said, "Girl with one eye" Get your filthy fingers out of my pie" And I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" Get your filthy fingers out of my pie" And I said, "Hey, girl with one eye" I'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry"

You're not telling me nothing That I haven't heard before You'll have to try harder than that You'll have to dig deeper than that Reminds me of myself You'll have to try harder than that You'll have to dig deeper than that Reminds me of yourself You can't hold your breath when You talk try not to let sound slip by I come from inside Raise it up so I can see just What you're doing to me Do you even know why? Your place is still at The heart of my everything (And I gotta let you know,(?))

Run - heart in my mouth Run so hard that it beats And repeats in my head like a gun East - west, north and south No direction to go But I know that the ending's begun I know I made a mistake coming here again But I had to remind myself of where and When We threw off our chains Hid ourselves in ourselves from the world And its organised hell Now - nothing remains Barely a trace of the place where I knew Him well Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more Run - goodness know where I'm a poor refugee And I might as well be on the moon Still why should I care? I had it all in one grand afternoon Down Down he said get on the floor And stay well away from the door Or someone will see us for sure And I Loved him like no-one before Princess madonna and whore Kept comig back for more I Feeling the death and decay Didn't expect him to stay Stay with me Julia stay But I Only remember that day As ruler of all I survey And nothing can take that away

WHOSO PULLETH OUT THIS SWORD FROM THIS STONE AND ANVIL, IS THE TRUE- BORN KING OF ALL BRITAIN ARTHUR Upon a New Year's day A host of knights did pray That from the anvil one could draw the sword. As each knight took his turn They found the anvil, held it firm; None worthy of a future King and Lord. Sir Kay the bravest knight Appeared to try his might He dreamed of being King, as all the rest To Arthur Sir Kay called to search And bring for him a sword In earnest Arthur set about his quest. A churchyard in the wood The sword and anvil stood And Arthur drew the sword out of the stone The anvil now defeated His quest for the sword completed A sword that was to place him on the throne A sword that was to place him on the throne. Sir Hector and Sir Kay saw the sword And knelt to pray Then gently took it from young Arthur's hand They marvelled at his quest Proclaiming to the rest Arthur is the King of all this land Arthur the King of all this land.

Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words Of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near Look at him working, darning his socks In the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, died in the church And was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt From his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all come from? All the lonely people (Ah, look at all the lonely people) Where do they all belong?