Brak tekstu

Brak tekstu

Rattling down the track on iron wheels,
this is not an exercise, it’s for real.
I’m up here in the rushing wind, way down there.
This town is just a traffic jam,
you can’t walk the streets or breathe the air.

I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver,
heading off the rails.

Thundering through the night with the moon in my eyes,
out into the daybreak and the new sunrise.
All I found was loneliness in the crush of the crowd,
but I’m bound for freedom now,
I’ve got power and speed, I’m never slowing down.

I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver,
heading off the rails.

I am no ordinary vandal, oh no!
Hanging on to the dead man’s handle
and I’m never going to let go,
never going to let go …
This is not the green train.

I’m pulling this cargo up and over the top.
It’s a loaded son of a gun with the hammer cocked.
Slow-moving son of a bomb, soon it’s going to roll.
It’s too late to evacuate,
it wouldn’t do any good.
Where would you go?

I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver.
I’m a runaway train driver,
heading off the rails.
This is not the green train …

In a world designed by the men in grey
who decide how we live and breathe,
there’s a masterplan for the company man
from the cradle to the company grave.

They thought that you’d be happy
with your place in the national scheme
and your carefully measured freedom
to conform to the corporate dream.

But there’s a virus in the software here
that shows like a cancer trace.
When you thought it was safe to relax,
it’s back right in your face.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.

There’s something here can’t be denied
to satisfy their greed,
if they say we don’t care what you want
’cause we know what you need.

As history will repeat itself
and hate on violence feeds,
in every man a darker side
just waiting to be freed.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.

So you watch the meters ridin
and the silent pressure grows,
the hate inside is rising,
the one you’ve always known.

When the time is passed for talking
and you’ve stepped across that line,
I will return – vengeance will be mine.

Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.
Hey, here comes Alex –
yes it’s true, your darkest nightmare, horrorshow.
Hey, here comes Alex –
and there’s nowhere left for you to go.

Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so.

Love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.

For my darlin’ I love you,
and I always will.

Love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
For it’s there that I belong,
and we’ll never part.

Love me tender,

love me dear,
tell me you are mine.
I’ll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time.

(When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).

Brak tekstu

It’s a morning full of innocence
as the day defeats the night
and the sun shines down like a gift from God
and the world is new and bright.
The moment seems so holy
as I see you walk my way.
But a prayer requires a sacrifice
and someone has to pay
for this beautiful day –
such a beautiful day.

When I close my hands around your neck
don’t be upset with me.
‚Cause all of us are just passing through,
we stay awhile and then we leave.
And if the Lord should call you early,
does it matter anyway?
Could there be a better time to go?
Could there be a better way
than on this beautiful day?
Such a beautiful day –
this beautiful day.
What a beautiful day.
This beautiful day –
your final day.

You’re sitting in your high castle
looking down at us.
Sure that we’ll be happy slaves,
who’ll never make a fuss.
There’s a reverential silence
as millions watch you snore.
Live to serve, serve to live.
Well, we want something more.

We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.

Spread the word in every church,
in every little town.
The wizard is just a man like us
we’re going to hunt him down.

We’re rolling back the red carpet,
snuffing your candle out.
Like you crushed every free-thinker
who dared to raise a doubt.
There’s gonna be a vacancy
and we’d all like the job.
The worms have turned, it’s time you learned
your flock’s become a mob.

We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.

Tortures and holy wars,
hatred all around.
We know that you’re responsible,
we’re going to hunt you down.

We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
we’ve seen the light and we know the truth.
We want your glory and your power,
vengeance will be ours.

You said we’re all born innocent,
in God’s eyes we’re the same.
But some go angry and unloved
and it’s you we blame.

We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.
We want revenge.
We want it.
We want it now.

No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor,
sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York.
Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and Berlin,
GM foods grown in the West, in Thailand – Burger King.

Trees fall in the rainforest, the Yen falls in Japan,
killer virus in the Congo, HIV in the Vatican.
Silicon deaths in Hollywood, famine in Sudan,
atomic tests by India, France and Pakistan.

It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world’s at war –
one place stays secure:

Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.

Massacres in Mexico, in Moscow – the Mafia,
weapons inspectors leave Iraq, terror in Bogota.
Water shortage in the West Bank, New Guinea tsunami,
ethnic cleansing by the Serbs, the Turks and the Chinese.

It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world’s at war –
one place stays secure:

Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.

Northern Ireland talks break down, Basque attacks in Spain,
fascists and fundamentalists on the rise again.
Clampdown in Vietnam, Aborigine rights denied,
tourist murders in Uganda, the entire EU resigns.

It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor,
if the bombs are dropping and the world’s at war –
Disneyland will stay secure.
When your life’s fucked up and down the drain
and you haven’t got the energy to start again –
Disneyland will stay the same.
Disneyland will stay the same.

It’s a soft boiled egg each morning
and then walkies with the dog.
It’s two hours sitting in a traffic jam
before you clock in for your job.

Every day plays out the same way,
then you clock out and go home
and every night you watch the same old shite
on the same old TV shows.

You were once a teenage rebel
and you told yourself back then
you’d never let yourself be caged in
by the old establishment.

In the bars and in the marches and protest groups
at every anarchist meeting,
you were the first to put your hand up
and shout „Down with everything!”

Viva la Revolution – the revolution is on.
Viva la Revolution – long live the revolution.

You had your Che Guevara poster,
your books by Marx and Mao.
And you got yourself a new haircut
to help bring the system down.

You dressed up for the battle
like a soldier from Babylon.
And as you joined the fight you knew that you were right
and everybody else was wrong.

Viva la Revolution – the revolution is on.
Viva la Revolution – long live the revolution.
Viva la Revolution.
Viva la Revolution.

Well, you were once a freedom fighter
and you thank God that you won.
Now from your semi in suburbia,
you’re free to just have fun.

But last night you heard noises
so you stumbled out of bed.
There was graffity painted all over your house
and this is what it said:

Viva la Revolution – the revolution is on.
Viva la Revolution – long live the revolution.
Viva la Revolution.
Viva la Revolution.