Janet:
Step Five
John:
How to make a Molotov cocktail.
Janet:
Steal one empty bottle. Fill it with petrol. Preferably unledded.
John:
Push your handkerchief firmly into the top.
Hold your cigarette lighter in the left hand.
And wait for a passing tank.
One two three
Four five six
Gotta do a dance
And it goes like this
Yeah some little girl’s gotta hold on me
She’s only thirteen but oh so sweet
Got me down on my knees
Got a stranglehold on me
Put’s her arms around me like a vice
It’s oh so painful but nice
But I can only take it once or twice
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold
Put’s her arms around me like a vice
It’s oh so painful but nice
But I can only take it once or twice
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Got a stranglehold on me
Stranglehold.
Five six seven
Eight nine ten
You want more?
We’ll do it again
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold on me
Stranglehold.
We’ve been crying now for much to long
Now we’re gonna dance to a different song
Gonna scream and shout to my dying breath
Gonna smash it up ’til there’s nothing left
Smash it up
People call me villain it’s such a shame
Maybe it’s my clothes must be to blame
I don’t even care if I look a mess
Don’t wanna be a sucker like all the rest
Smash it up
Standing around just
For seven days a week
I won’t even get no signing on fee
I feel ripped of, yeah
Hey, what about you?
Where was I born,
what are we gonna do?
But this I say
We have the right to work …
I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring
But let me tell you, having no future is a terrible thing
Standing around just waiting for a career
I don’t take drugs and I don’t drink beer
But this I say
We have the right to work…
Yes we do!
I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring
Having no future is a terrible thing
Standing around just waiting for a career
I take lives and drugs
And I’m pissed up yeah,
’cause I’m a nutter
We have the right to work…
Janet:
Step Four
John:
Janet and John worked in a pickled onion factory.
Janet:
Now they are out of work.
John:
Are they out of work?
Janet:
Yes, they are out of work.
John:
This annoys them somewhat, as they feel they have a right to work.
Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.
Sitting on the gear, drinking from a can
that we stole from a gig in Birmingham.
Motorway food, whiteline blues,
thunders on the airwaves singing „Born to lose”.
Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.
Yeah we remember: Going back in the van
heading back to Düsseldorf as fast as we can.
We did the gig but we didn’t get paid
’cause they didn’t like the racket we made.
Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m know you do.
Who knows why we loved it? We haven’t a clue.
It started off being just something to do.
The fun just faded and died.
Now we’re in the big time, oh what a shame!
Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.
Things are looking up we`ve come a long way.
Lying by the pool in sunny L.A.
Hello Cadillacs, goodbye old van,
but we still remember when ever we can.
Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.
Breakin’ a string in the first number,
breakin’ another one in the next.
Roadies earning more than you,
God bless the fucking crew.
Never getting paid,
almost getting laid,
the old van breakin’ down,
miles and miles from town…
Do you remember the Rockafellas?
You don’t? Janet and John do. They were the four lucky lads from London
who went to Hollywood in search of fame and furtune.
Never to be heard of again.
Well that’s the way it goes
This city so cold
And I’m so cold
That’s what I know
Born to lose
I said hey – born to lose
I said hey – born to lose
Oh baby I’m born to lose
I have nothing to do
I have nothing to say
Only one thing that I want
Living in the jungle
It ain’t so hard
Living in the city
It’ll eat out your heart
I’m lying in the hospital
I’m pinned against the bed
A stethoscope upon my heart
A hand against my head
They’re peeling off the bandages
I’m wincing in the light
The nurse is looking anxious
And she’s quivering with fright
I’m looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)
The doctors are avoiding me
My vision is confused
I listen to my ear-phones
And I catch the evening news
A murderer’s been killed
And he donates his sight to science
I’m locked into a private ward
I realise that I must be
Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)
Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)
I smash the light in anger
Push my bed against the door
I close my lids across the eyes
And wish to see no more
The eye receives the messages
And sends them to the brain
No guarantee the stimuli
Must be perceived the same when
Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)
Gary don’t need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have parted company
Mmm, you’re so pretty
Not to talk to you would be a crime
Aah, let me put my arms around you
Just wanna use up a little of your time
And I go
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl
Aah, your eyes are so pretty
And the clothes you wear they’re so fine
Hey won’t you come round to my place
Just wanna use up a little of your time
And I go
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl