Glowing bright, flowing white
Is the stream at the bottom of the garden
Garden gnomes with no flesh and bones
Everybody buys them
Garden gnomes with no flesh and bones
It’s the same wherever you find them
Gnomes are everywhere,
They’ve even made it here,
Don’t you see them standing there?
Gnomes, gnomes, gnomes, gnomes,
Gnomes, gnomes, gnomes, gnomes.

Where he comes from no-one knows,
But he’s gone forever that’s for sure.
He’s supposed to have done something wrong,
But now he’s gone.

Chorus
They’re gonna hang the man,
I’ve done all that I can

I took to being his friend,
And he seemed ok to me,
But when the mad ones came
They just took him away.

He stood for the human race,
he died because he believed what he said.
We think we know what we stand for,
they’re gonna hang us all.

If they come from outer space
Or if they come from Downing Street,
If we don’t respond as expected,
They’re gonna hang us all

They’re gonna hang us all,
I don’t know when we’ll fall.

She was born on the back street
Her progress it was slow.
Just another bad girl, got nowhere to go.
When you gonna recah out
Take what she’s got to sell?
Make her an offer, she’ll take you to Hell.

Chorus
She’s got the goods,
She don’t have to say.
She’s got the goods
She’ll blow you away.

Am I going the wrong way?
Lost at every turn.
Get out on my own or get ready to burn.
Oh fallen woman,
You’ll be the death of me.
Cause out in the streets
You get nothing for free.

It’s raining cobwebs, stretching hours
Into refracted gossamer showers.
Space invaders struggle onwards
Records winding ever downwards.

Poolballs melting, moving slowly,
Join together, snooker holy.
All the drinkers talking Slovak
Head translating all the smalltalk.

Lights are pulsing, time is bending.
Silent faces message sending.
It’s raining cobwebs, stretching hours
Into refracted gossamer showers.

Chorus
Yesterday we did not exist,
Tomorrow we shall not exist,
So live for today, just live for today.

Live your life to the full,
‘Cause one life is all you get,
Do as much, see as much as you can.

Don’t do anything to shorten your life,
Life is short enough as it is.
Don’t plan ahead, for you may soon be dead.

I’ve got blood on my hands,
I’ve got speed up my nose,
I’ve got mud in my hair
And I’ve got spew on my clothes.
I’ve been up all night,
Now I can’t come down
From my elevated view of this dying town.

She left me for dead
And then she left me for good,
I was buried in leaves
In the deep dark woods.
But I never lay still
While she laid all her plans
To rest with the bones
Of this disintegrating man.

She came back for me,
Then she lifted me high
And we danced and we danced
In the sulphurous sky.
Then she kissed all my wounds
'Til they faded away
And we melted to one
On the penultimate day.

I’ve got blood on my hands,
I’ve got speed up my nose,
I’ve got mud in my hair
And I’ve got spew on my clothes,
But I’m king of the world
And I’m king of the sky,
And I’m coming to earth
And with her I will lie.

Well I’ve spent all my money
On booze and cigarettes,
I don’t have much,
But a lot to forget.
Oh yeah, oh yeah

I’m living on the dole
And I’ve got nothing to do
But feel blue

And the dreams of the summer,
They filter through,
The times I’ve spent
With a girl like you.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.

Feel it rising from the suburbs
Feel it falling on dumb ears
Feel it trembling in excitement
Feel its face dampened by tears.
Hear it crying in the wilderness
Hear it sighing in the trees
Hear it flying over the city
Hear it trying to overcome.
See it turning in its agony
See it burning at the stake
See it learning to be innocent
See it scorning all the fakes.
Taste its bitter scorn of emptiness
Taste its sour flowing cream
Taste its angry cry of outrage
Taste the chaotic angel’s scream.
Smell the stench of guilty history
Smell the threatening hint of fear
Smell the scent of fractured laughter
Smell the concrete cowboy’s leer.

Under-age drinkers, look at them go.
Under-age drinkers, what do they know?
Under-age drinkers, into The Kings
Under-age drinkers, only human being.

Chorus
They’re all getting bored.
They’re only looking for fun.

Under-age drinkers, you give them dirty looks.
Under-age drinkers, scared they get booked.
Under-age drinkers, they try their luck.
Under-age drinkers, don’t give a fuck.

Under-age drinkers, can’t wait a couple of years.
Under-age drinkers, got to get their beer.
Under-age drinkers, they’re gonna jump the gun.
Under-age drinkers, only looking for fun.

Under-age drinkers, don’t tell their dads.
Under-age drinkers, they’re not really bad.
Under-age drinkers, be reassured.
Under-age drinkers, only getting bored.

You think you’re bloody it
With your high-heeled shoes on
You think you’re bloody it,
Know that you can’t lose.
But I know where you’re going
And I know where you’ll be
And I know you’ll end up
Down and out with me

You seemed so sweet
And cool and sophisticated
You thought that you
Were queen of the company
But I know ...

I don’t know where you come from
I don’t know where you’ve been
I don’t care about
Your murky glorious past
‘Cause I know you’re fall will be seen.

You’ve taken all you want
And you’ve given nothing
‘Cept a deodorised version of fantasy
But I know

You’re future’s all mapped out
By Harold Robbins
The last thing that you need is obscurity
But I know ...

You have wealth and you have beauty
Your daddy hides you from the fears
But it’s my pleasure, girl,
To tell you here and now
That it’s all gonna end in tears

You think that you’ll lose touch
If you don’t keep changing
To suit the present style
Of clothes and boyfriends,
But I know ...

I don’t know why you think
That you’re so lovely
You look like a boneless giraffe to me
But I know ....

The fish are dying in the garden stream,
There’s something dead in the water
So if you go down to see the gnomes,
Watch out my darling daughter
Because innocence is dying
Your daddy is corrupt
Your mummy is a whore
And you’re going to eat dirt

The poison is tasteless but it still kills you
If you don’t watch out you’ll drink it
And if you die then the gnomes will too,
You will see the truth but won’t think it
Because innocence ...

So don’t go down to the garden stream
If you don’t want to know the facts;
And don’t be surprised if you see dear God
Coming after you with a shiny axe
Because innocence ...

When I awoke this morning,
The sun was shining bright
The sky was blue and I thought of you
As I got out of bed (oo baby!!!)

Why then do I feel grey in my heart?
Is it because I feel alone,
Is it because you never phone?
Is it because I’ve got the blue sky blues?

I may be in love with you,
But baby I’m feeling blue,
And I know I’ve got the blue sky blues.

But all this change when I’m with you I know.
The blue sky blues will go,
And my love for you will show.

Well I’ve been confused and I’ve been misled
And I don’t understand the thoughts in my head
Cause it’s a paradox
A paradox
A paradox
A most ingenious paradox

Well I don’t know why the words won’t fit,
why the people all say that I’m talking shit
Cause it’s a paradox ...

And I never can see what the words all say
But it doesn’t really matter anyway
Cause it’s a paradox ...

Take me to the terminal zone, it seems so nice.
I don’t want to go alone but it seems so nice.

I’ve seen a lot of strange things happen,
It’s a mixture of guilt and dreams,
But terror is different for all people
And safety’s not what it seems.
The future’s not secure anymore,
And it holds subliminal rhymes.
They’ll get you if you seem too secure
In these inconsiderate times.

Take me to ...

I don’t feel for anybody anymore,
I’ve learned just to stand apart
We can’t communicate with each other,
There’s no path to my heart.
They can’t tell us that we are blind,
But we’ll wonder why we can’t see.
The strange ones may have control of us,
But you all seem strange to me.

Take me to ...

I’m not too sure what’s going on,
And it’s got so that I don’t care,
All I want is to be left alone
With my ration of food and air.
I could scream at the world in political tones,
But it wouldn’t mean anything.
So take me to the terminal zone
Where the cardboard angels sing.

Take me to ...