don't walk with your hands in your pockets don't talk with your mouth full you'll find your way home always waiting i've got nothing to say i've got everything to say i can see this come and go i can see this coming it's coming what don't walk with your hands in your pockets don't talk with your mouth full

there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany my god's taller than a mountain but he's short of breath my god's taller than a mountain but he's short of breath my god's taller than a mountain but he's short of breath there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany next thing you know you’re having an epiphany there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany my god's slow in the head he can't resurrect the dead hard enough to keep us fed there’s bedbugs in the bed there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany next thing you know you’re having an epiphany my god's taller than a mountain but he's short of breath my god's taller than a mountain but he's short of breath there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun there you are standing in the middle of the centre of it all where the beginning had begun next thing you know you’re having an epiphany next thing you know you’re having an epiphany next thing you know you’re having an epiphany i’m a million miles away i’m a million miles away i’m a million miles away i’m a million miles away i’m a million miles away i’m a million miles away next thing you know enough is enough in infinity

you know why i am since you came to me a lucky man I'll always be i'm a lucky man i know i know i am it was not hard to be the moment you looked at me i'm a lucky man you know why i am you're in every sight i see i can't get you out of me

my little boy's got a new set of new toys he's bringing in the mystic and shaking out the boogie man hey mr rogers don't press the panic you brought a lot of muscle brought the fire to the frying pan shake it bake it a movie in the making your god's in the picture he's playing on the radio you make a lot of noise kicking and scratching it's a little painful pealing off the armour i can't tell you nobody's gonna harm you you make a lot of noise you make a lot of noise i can see a poor boy with too many strings attached not like a puppet more like a pendulum swinging through the sky like a lost bird tossed by the wind welcome to the wasteland does it make sense another fucking war for your stupid little president shake it bake it a movie in the making your god's in the picture he's playing on the radio you make a lot of noise laughing and screaming it's a little painful listening to you playing I can't stand it I don't know what you're saying you make a lot of noise you make a lot of noise

i don't even get horny anymore i'm just a bag of fucking bones lying on the floor and when you kick i crack i nap like a twig chains on the dog collar choking at the neck bone barking at the bastard child with the cigarette standing in the middle of the road with a hockey net is that your little sister picking at a blister well, she's too small, man, she can't play i don't even get horny anymore i'm just a bag of fucking bones lying on the floor and when you kick i crack i nap like a twig betty's in the castle picking at her asshole husband george, he's a loser and a freak could have been a millionaire by now buy you had to go to war and get your legs blown of molly's in the bathroom trying to be a daughter picking up the ship her father left behind i don't even get horny anymore i'm just a bag of fucking bones lying on the floor and when you kick i crack i nap like a twig

i don't want to know i just want the money i just want the money i don't want to know i don't want to know i just want the money

can you dance your way through people can you dance your way through people can you dance your way through people can you show them what you mean can you dance your way through people can you dance your way through me can you dance your way through people can you show them what you mean you mean you mean can you dance your way through people dance your way through peace

elinor are you still there the static's loud today i can not hear you clearly elinor are you still there when you return to budapest give your family my best tell your uncle i never meant to harm you elinor are you still there it's like we're walking on the moon

my best friend loves to eat spaghetti and i've got a feeling something's meaning nothing sarah's got her teeth stuck in a big mac she finds it hard to swallow my best friend loves to eat spaghetti terry's got her groovy shoes makes her look kind of pigeon toed walking into the waves where the water's shallow and i've got a feeling something's meaning nothing terry's on the move collecting sea shells she will return tomorrow my best friend loves to eat spaghetti and i've got a feeling something's meaning nothing

i rest my head on your heart i can feel the beating of the beating of your heart you're on my mind you're always on my mind it's good to not be thinking that i'm thinking where you are i rest my head on your heart i can feel the beating of the beating of your heart

I'm a million miles away my gods slow in the head he can't resurrect the dead it hard enough to keep us fed there's bed bugs in the bed my gods taller than a mountain but he's short of breath i'm a million miles away