Pushing thru the market square, so many mothers sighing
News had just come over, we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us, he said earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet, then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
There were boys, toys electric irons and t.v.’s
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people, and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people, and all the somebody people
I never thought I’d need so many people

A girl my age went off her head, hit some tiny children
If the black hadn’t a-pulled her off, I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a queer threw up at the sight of that

Well, I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour, drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine, don’t think
You knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I kiss you, you’re beautiful

We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
We’ve got five years, what a surprise
We’ve got five years, stuck on my eyes
We’ve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, that’s all we’ve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years

20-th Century Boy
(lyrics by M. Bolan)

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I move like rat
Talk like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me
Yeah I'm your toy your twentieth century boy

Friends say it's fine
Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood

Fly like a plane
Drive like a car
Hold out your hand
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me
Yeah I'm your boy your twentieth century toy

Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Friends say it's fine

Friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Rock 'N' Roll
I move like rat
Talk like a cat
Sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me
Yeah I'm your toy your twentieth century boy

Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy

Been Smoking Too Long
(Lyrics by Robin Frederick)

"Yeah, I really, um, I really, I really wanted to kind of like, to capture some kind of like moment, but maybe it's better if I'm sober..."

Wake up in the morning
I look at my clock
It's way past noontime
I'm late for work
Tell me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me
It must be I've been smoking
Too long

Go to fix me some breakfast
I ain't got no food
Take me a shower
The water don't feel no good
Tell me what have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me
Must be I've been smoking
Too long

I got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmares made of hash dreams
The devil in my shoes
What have I done wrong?
Yeah nothing can go right with me
It must be I've been smoking
Too long

When I'm smoking, smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Try not to think about nothing
Don't wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me
It must be I've been smoking
Too long

In this blues I'm singing
There's a lesson to be learned
You go round smoking
You're gonna get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me
Must be I've been smoking
Too long
Too long

Bigmouth Strikes Again
(lyrics by Morrissey & Johnny Marr)

Sweetness
sweetness I was only joking when I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.
Oh sweetness
sweetness I was only joking when I said
by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed.

And now I know how joan of arc felt
now I know how joan of arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her discman started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
in the human race
Oh
bigmouth la da dum da da
bigmouth la da da da
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
in the human race

And now I know how joan of arc felt
now I know how joan of arc felt
as the flames rose to her roman nose
and her megadrive started to melt

Bigmouth la da dum da da
bigmouth la da da da
bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
in the human race
Oh
bigmouth la da dum da da
bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again
and I've got no right to take my place
in the human race.

Black Market Blood
Wasted face that swallowed time
With Armageddon crawling
She's insane, this friend of mine
And she's always bawling

Hear her calling
Hear her calling you
Hear her calling
Hear her calling you

There's a place within her mind
With rains already falling
She's insane, this friend of mine
And she's always bawling

Hear her calling
Hear her calling you
Hear her calling
Hear her calling you

She's preparing for the flood
The deluge and the sliding mud
She's preparing for the flood
Running on black market blood
Black market blood

Wasted face that swallowed time
With Armageddon crawling
She's insane, this friend of mine
And she's always bawling

Hear her calling
Hear her calling you
Hear her calling
Hear her calling you

She's preparing for the flood
The deluge and the sliding mud
She's preparing for the flood
Running on black market blood
Black market blood

Black market blood
Black market blood
Black market

Boys Don't Cry
(Live Wembley Arena 05.11.2004 with Robert Smith)

I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind
So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your knees
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's too late
And you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Bubblegun
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow

Take this migraine everywhere I go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow

I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your Bubblegum
I wanna...Wanna... [x2]

I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your Bubblegum
I wanna... I Wanna... [x4]

I wanna, I wanna
I wanna, I wanna cum

Burger Queen (versione in francese)
Toujours stupefie par ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Ne a la cesarienne sa premiere operation
Hey you, hey you
Ses habits avantagent sa pale complexion
Hey You, hey you
Et maintenant tant d'efforts pour une si simple erection
Hey you
Mefiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Mefiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens sens.

Il drague en boite et il cherche se connection
Hey you, hey you
Pas trop de jouissance mais pas mal d'affection
Hey you, hey you
Il reve de l'endroit a la plus belle selection
Hey you, hey you
Mais toujours tant d'efforts pour une si simple йrection
Hey you
Mefiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens.
Mefiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens.
Mefiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens.

Things aren't what they seem
Luxemburger queen
He's a burger queen.

Toujours stupefie par ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Ne a la cesarienne sa premiere operation
Hey you, hey you
Reve d'un visage a la pure perfection sйlection
Hey you, hey you
Reve d'un visage a la pure perfection
Hey you
Things aren't what they seem
Luxemberger queen
Luxemburger queen
Luxemberger queen
He's a burger queen.

Carbon Kid
(lyrics by Alpinestars)

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram

Image image we're leaving the ground
Image image we're leaving the ground
Image image we're leaving the ground
Image image we'll never be found
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
With a sinister diagram
Sinister diagram

And when this half is over and we claim our second skin
We can can compliment each other on the state that we are in
And when we leave this place forever and we're floating round in space
Take the easy way to heaven with a smile upon your face
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
Image image you do what you want

Image image you do what you want
Image image you do what you want
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram
Sinister diagram
You're a carbon kid with a sinister diagram