All our monkeys have monkeys We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear You say what you want but filth is all that they hear I've got the jigger to make all you bigger Ladies und gentlemen So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not late You tramps and lunatics Here's a trick that's gonna make you click We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril Put on your black face, and your god is gone We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We sing la la, la la, la la lah We sing la la, la la, lah La la, la la, la la, lah We sing la la, la la, la la lah

You smile Your lips beguile You look impeccable Cutting through the room like a knife Sharpened leather fastened tight Oh, so insatiable Such a sight An apparition holding tight Never to shy from the scene Splash of sound Just a bellow bouncing 'round There is a quiet to your scream They fall, you rise It's here, your time The golden restless age And time won't turn the page You're only passing through a form of you I look in your eyes and therе's a rage And time won't turn the pagе It hits you headlong to go it alone See the eyes how they shimmer And how they shine It's only personal I watch you fall at breakneck speed Lie in wait Aching to feel it all The cause-effect The line is set The golden restless age And time won't turn the page You're only passing through a form of you I look in your eyes and there's a rage And time won't turn the page It hits you headlong to go it alone They fall, you rise It's here, your time The golden restless age And time won't turn the page You're only passing through a form of you I look in your eyes and there's a rage And time won't turn the page It hits you headlong to go it alone

The fading temple bells calm the waves. The world rocks carefully. The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight. The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring, While abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream with open pearl eyes, Among whales Snoring dark frequencies into the night. We dream of stones now. All the softness is gone. Salt alters all that remains. It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst. It carves up your body, so that you too will vapourise And the rain will carry you out to sea Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum It rings louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when we were young and out of our minds Out of our minds Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream As breathing in and out with my beating heart It beats louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when I was young and out of my mind Out of my mind

Everyone agrees, a little money helps to please, But I just took so much of it, I'm shakin' at the knees And we've gotta leave this town. We've had a heavy day, but the law want us to stay, We told them thanks a lot, but we've just got to get away And we've gotta leave right now! There's a place I gotta be, and time won't wait for me But I gotta make it alone I can see the river wind, and hear the guns behind We gotta move, we gotta run, Away from what we've done. Only yesterday I was lazing in the sun, Makin' out with bar-room queens and boozing like a bum Now we've gotta leave this town It don't seem really fair, but then thinkin' of my share, I guess it can't be bad, 'cos I must be a millionaire, So we've gotta leave right now. There's a place I gotta go where nobody'll know And I've gotta make it alone I can see the hills ahead, and the skyline turning red ... Now I'm crawling down the street with an independent air, Feeling good from being loose, so we ain't got a care And feeling like settling down But someone starts to stare, and he jumps up from his chair, Before he gets to make a sound, I'm sitting on my mare And we've gotta leave right now I don't know where to go, and I'm feeling pretty low But I've gotta make it alone And as I turn around, I can see a dusty cloud ... We gotta move, we gotta run, Away from what we've done We gotta move, we gotta run, All the way to monte carlo.

On morning shadows you were ill-spent "It's time", you said, or is it time you went I tried so hard to leave you I tried to sleep The hours you keep Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Ride on my son Ride until you fail Something comes and something goes And something dies before it grows And I'm like a sea diver Who's lost in space ["Sweet", said His Grace?] Oh Lord I wish I could escape this iron veil Ride on my son Right on my son Ride until you fail

Sixty-nine was cheapo wine, Have a good time, What your sign? Float up to the Roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon. In Seventy we all agreed A King's Road flat was the place to be 'Cause Chelsea girls are the best in the world for company. In Seventy-one all the people come Bust a few seats but it's just in fun Take the Mick out of Top of the Pops We play better than they do (yeah, yeah, yeah) In Seventy-two we was born to lose We slipped down snakes into yesterday's news I was ready to quit But then we went to Croydon Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do The tickets for the fantasy were twelve and six a time A fairy tale on sale Oh, Seventy-three was a jambouree We were the dudes and the dudes were we.(oh oh oh oh oh) Did you see the suits and the platform boots? (oh dear, oh boy, ...) In Seventy-four on the Broadway tour We didn't much like dressing up no more Don't wanna be hip - but thanks for a great trip. Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do Do you remember the Saturday gigs? We do, we do But now the kids pay a couple of quid 'Cause they need it just the same It's all a game A grown-up game But you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did 'Cause you got off on those Saturday gigs And we did, we did And we got off on those Saturday gigs And you did, you did And we got off on those Saturday gigs 'Cause you did, you did Don't you ever forget us We'll never forget you We're going to sleep now You better be good, right? (ha ha ha) See you next time So long for now

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll You know she's much, too much on the clutch Hey mister bartender, won't you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons in my petrol tank You know we've just about made it but her breath sure stank, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's much, too much on the clutch Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive" I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive Just drive little sister, drive"

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Speed jive, don't want to stay alive When you're 25 And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars From his face Funky little boat race Television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex Oh, brother, you've guessed, I'm a dude, dad All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up, come on!) Carry the news All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you! All of you!) Carry the news Now Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love Oh yes, we can love And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags Now I've drunk a lot of wine, and I'm feeling fine Got to race some cat to bed Oh, is there concrete all around or is it in my head? Yeah, I'm a dude, dad All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up!) Carry the news All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you!) Carry the news All the young dudes (what dudes?) Carry the news (let's hear the news, come on!) Boogaloo dudes (I want to kick you!) Carry the news All the young dudes (hey, you there, with the glasses!) Carry the news (I want you!) Boogaloo dudes (I want you at the front!) Carry the news (now you, all his friends!) All the young dudes (now you bring him down, 'cause I want him!) Carry the news Boogaloo dudes (I want him right here, bring him, come on!) Carry the news (bring him, ha-ha, here you go!) All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years, ha ha ha!) Carry the news (there you go!) Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel?) Carry the news

God ain't jive For I can see his love As it runs alive 'N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for shy love 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no He's still here, you are not alone Correct your heads For there's a new song rising High above the waves Go write your time Go sing it on the streets Go tell the world, but you go brave Oh my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown Too many questions, no replies now 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no He's still here, you are not alone I got an idea Go tell the superstar All his hairs are turning grey Star-spangled fear As all the people disappear The limelight fades away Cos if you think you are a star For so long they'll come from near and far But you'll forget just who you are (yes you will) You ain't the nazz You're just a buzz Some kinda temporary Cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not for fame just for shy love Oh-oh, my sweet instant Christian you are such a sly clown Too many questions, no replies now 'N rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne. Oh no. He's still here, you are not alone, you are not alone.