Tumbling Down - Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel

On the first day of the first month in some distant year The whole sky froze golden Some said it was the aftermath of the radium bomb While others told of a final retribution A terrible revenge of the gods But we understood the grand finale Fulfilment of a prophecy told many years before So all that was left was All the women were captured and chained And national suicide was proclaimed And new America fell to the ground And all the children lay crippled and lame But all the nations came together In fear of the thought of the end No more would we fight in the streets No courage had we to defend When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound A blinding light, the sun had died A new moon took its place Tidal waves and open graves, the fate of the unhuman race The city's heart no longer beats no pity have I left to lend A sinner sits reciting Dylan, it's now that I welcome the end When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Everybody ran as they screamed at the sound When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down When the walls came tumbling down Nobody made a sound Down

People try to rape me Always think I'm crazy Make me burn the candle right down Baby I can't stay I don't need your jewels in my crown Now all you women with low-down gamblers Cheating like I don't know how Baby, I go crazy There's fever in the funkhouse now Well this low-down bitchin', got my poor feet a-itchin' Can't you see the deuce is still wild Baby get it straight You got to roll me Call me the tumbling dice Always in a hurry Never stop to worry Can't see the time passing by Honey got no money I'm sixes and sevens and nines Well hey now baby I'm the rank outsider You can be my partner in crime Baby get it straight You got to roll me Call me the tumbling dice (Call me the tumbling dice) I said my my my I'm the lone crapshooter Playing the field every night Baby get it straight You got to roll me Call me the tumbling dice You got to roll me Babe, you got to roll me Babe, you got to roll me Oooh, you got to roll me You got to roll me Woah babe, you got to roll me Baby, baby, you got to roll me

Radiate simply, the candle is burning So low for me Generate me limply, I can't seem to place Your name, cherie To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment Is suicide Come to a strange place, we'll talk over old times We never spied Somebody called me Sebastian Somebody called me Sebastian Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me You're mine And we all know, oh yeah! Your Persian eyes sparkle, your lips, ruby blue Never speak a sound You, oh so gay, with Parisian demands, You can run around And your view of society screws up my mind Like you'll never know Lead me away, come inside, See my mind in kaleidoscope Somebody called me Sebastian Somebody called me Sebastian Love me sublime, mangle my mind Do it in style So we all know, oh yeah! You're not gonna run, baby we've only just begun, baby To compromise Slagged in a bowery saloon love's a story We'll serialise Pale angel face, green-eye shadow, the glitter Is outaside No courtesan could begin to decipher Your beam of light Somebody called me Sebastian Somebody called me Sebastian Dance on my heart, laugh swoop and dart, La-di-di-da Now we all know you, yeah!

Been losing my head, I been losing my way Been losing my brain cells at a million a day I'm so disillusioned, I'm on suicide street I seen everything in every shape I seen 1984 in a terrible state I seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate Oh, she was so hung-up and wasted Oh, she was so physically devastated He was young enough He was well-slung enough, oh I seen my own epitaph, I been to heaven and back Was introduced to St. Peter, we were having a chat I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me We were so mystified, we'd scream out of fear Oh, she was so hung-up and wasted Oh, she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was well-slung enough, be strong Well, I been writing a song, we all been singing along It's like a mild schizophrenia wondering where we belong Sling it all out the window, start all over again Come into my heart, come in and tear me apart I wanna be claustrophobic, got a passion, ha ha I am so confused, I wish I could die, die, die Oh, she was so hung-up and wasted Oh, she was so physically devastated She was young enough She was well-slung enough, down and out

Harley So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly Ever thought of dying totally unholy. Someone's trying to fool us, maybe it's your daughters Can you hear the walrus offering a sad solution? He's calling out for teenage revolution And can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain? To you afficionados, fooling with bravado Keep me on my guard-o cause a consciousness explosion It's getting difficult to keep my mind in motion. Images of sunshine, please to make the words rhyme Let me die in eight-time, let me write a tale to no one Let me write a tale to make you think you're someone Can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain? We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland 'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe 'Build me a picture of children at war'. We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland 'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe 'Build me a picture of children at war'. We'll grow sweet Ipomoea to make us feel much freer Then take a pinch of Schemeland and turn it into Dreamland 'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe 'Build me a picture of children at war' 'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe 'Build me a picture of children at war' 'Softly Lautrec' - she whispered in awe 'Build me a picture of children at war'. So now we're on a death trip, listen to the blood drip Oozing from a curled lip, ever thought of dying slowly Ever thought of dying totally unholy And can you think of one good reason to remain? To remain? To remain? To remain?