Come with me, I won't hide We're going on a ride We meet each day, use time to see While we're young and almost free I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Do not turn or hate to see All the things you think we've got Do not turn or hate to see What happened to the wife of lot I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in We're alone or so they say We're not on our own in that way When we're alone it's real tough going We can take a part in someone else's play Come with me, I thought he said But that's not him anymore, he's dead What's it like to be so free So free it looks like lost to me I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in

I was born in a pyramid By an old interstate Been down at the yard Working my whole life To follow my father's dream Then watch it fade away Wrapped in our old tired skin Peelin' away All the flowers lately In our window lay in disarray The shadows are scattered Like rings of gold And I'm watching the warm lights fade away Go now, and love is leavin' Like a fadin' dream Callin' out in the darkest moments of our love For the rest of my days, why let it linger? Come along, we're the same Let's suffer through the changе Oh, my God, where do I belong? Can I makе it day to day? I was all alone at the startin' line When I watched you slip away Now I'm on the run, baby, and I don't know why But the fear, it gets too much to take Doesn't matter just how hard you try When you feel so far away I'm talking of the old time Feeling dead this way Tired of the old life Feeling dead this way When you're lost and you're runnin' But the roads have changed And the forces surround you but you lost control And you think that nobody's walkin' by your side When you're lost in some valley, runnin' far behind You don't need nobody, yeah Well, there's a price for everything They'll try to kill you from the start So take control of anything That tries to pull us all apart I ain't sure of nothing, babe 'Til I can feel it in my heart So I keep movin' on Yeah, keep holdin' on Yeah

Sometimes my love may be put on hold Sometimes my heart may seem awful cold These times come and these times go As long as I live, all you need to know is This old dog ain't about to forget All we've had And all that's next 'Long as my heart's beating in my chest This old dog ain't about to forget Often a heart tends to change its mind A new day decides on a new design A new day gets set on another way As long as I live, all I've got to say is This old dog ain't about to forget All we've had And all that's next 'Long as my heart's beating in my chest This old dog ain't about to forget

Can you feel it? This old house Is made of stone And this old house I call my home This old house Well, it makes me wonder In this old house I'm all alone In this old house Where I live my life In this old house Gonna make you my wife This old house Is part of me This old house Is where you should be Can you feel it? Can you feel it? This old house Is who I'll be And this old house Holds memories This old house Is gonna see me younger This old house This old house Where I live my life In this old house Gonna make you my wife This old house Is part of me This old house Is where you should be Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? This old house Is made of stone And this old house I call my home This old house Well, it makes me wonder In this old house Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? This old house (This old house) This old house (This old house) This old house (This old house) This old house (This old house) This old house Is who I'll be (is who I'll be) And this old house Holds memories (holds memories) And this old house is gonna see me younger (gonna see me younger) And this old house

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway