You can reachBut you can't grab itYou can hold it, control itNo, you can't bag it You can pushBut you can't direct itCirculate, regulate, oh noYou cannot connect it You know you're chewing bubblegumYou know what that isBut you still want some'Cause you just can't get enoughOf that lovie dovie stuff You get confusedBut you know itYeah, you hurt for it, work for it, loveYou don't always show it Let goLet's goLet's goDiscotheque(Hi, come on child) Oh ohLet goLet goDiscotheque You're looking for the oneBut you know you're somewhere else insteadYou want to be the songBe the song that you hear in your head Love...Ooo, love...Love... It's not a trick'Cause you can't learn itIt's the way you don't pay, that's okay'Cause you can't earn it (yeah) You know you're chewing bubblegumYou know what that isBut you still want someYou just can't get enoughOf that lovie dovie stuff Let goLet goOh oh ohDiscotheque(Come on, come on) Go girlGo girlAh ha haDiscotheque(I want you)(I want you) Oh, Ooo, oh / (Mmm-love-mmm) You're looking for the oneBut you know you're somewhere else insteadYou want to be the songBe the song that you hear in your headLove... You want heaven in your heartHeaven in your heartThe sun, the moon, and the stars But you take what you can get'Cause it's all that you can findBut you know there's something moreBut tonight, tonight, tonight Ah, highHigh, highHigh, highHigh, high Boom Cha, Boom Cha, DiscothequeBoom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enoughBoom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enoughBoom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enoughBoom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque

Take these hands, they're good for nothingYou know these hands have never worked a dayTake these boots, they're going nowhereYou know these boots they don't want to strayYou got my head filled with songsYou got my shoelaces undoneTake my shirt, go on, take it off meYou can tear it up if you can tie me down Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved? Take the colours of my imaginationTake the scent hanging in the airTake this tangle of a conversationAnd turn it into your own prayerWith my fingers as you want themWith my nails under your hideWith my teeth at your backAnd my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?And it looks like the SunBut it feels like the rain, oh Love's a bully pushing and shovingIn the belly of a womanHeavy rhythm taking overTo stick togetherA man and a womanStick togetherMan and womanStick together Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?And it looks like the SunBut it feels like the rainAnd there's heat in the SunTo see us through the rainDo you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?Do you feel loved?

Lookin' for to save my, save my soulLookin' in the places where no flowers growLookin' for to fill that God shaped holeMother, mother sucking rock and roll Holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splashWhite dopes on punk staring into the flashLookin' for the baby Jesus under the trashMother mother suckin' rock and roll (mother)Mother (scat singing) rock and roll (mother) Mother, MotherMother, Mother, Mother Mother, am I still your son?You know I've waited for so long to hear you say soMother, you left and made me someoneNow, I'm still a child, but no one tells me no Lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the worldLookin' for the father of my two little girlsGot the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonadeStill looking for the face I had before the world was made Mother, mother sucking rock and roll (mother)Bubble poppin', sugar dropin' rock and roll(scat singing) Mother, Mother, MotherMother, Mother, Mother Soothe me, MotherRule me, FatherMove me, BrotherWoo me, SisterSoothe me, MotherRule me, FatherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, MotherShow me, Mother

Nobody else here babyNo one here to blameNo one to point the fingerIt's just you and me and the rain Nobody made you do itNo one put words in your mouthNobody here taking ordersWhen love took a train heading south It's the blind leading the blondIt's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs Hey if God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his angelsWould everything be all right God has got his phone off the hook, babeWould he even pick up if he couldIt's been a while since we saw that childHanging round this neighbourhoodYou see his mother dealing in a doorwaySee Father Christmas with a begging bowlJesus' sister's eyes are a blisterThe high street never looked so low It's the blind leading the blondIt's the cops collecting for the consSo where is the hope and where is the faithAnd the love... what's that you say to meDoes love... light up your Christmas treeThe next minute you're blowing a fuseAnd the cartoon network turns into the news If God will send his angelsAnd if God will send a signAnd if God will send his angelsWhere do we goWhere do we go Jesus never let me downYou know Jesus used to show me the scoreThen they put Jesus in show businessNow it's hard to get in the door It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songsBut I guess it was something to go on If God will send his angelsI sure could use them here right nowWell if God would send his angels I don't want to lie(where do we go)I don't want to have a feel for the songAnd I want to love, and I...(where do we go)And I want to feel alone

Summer stretching on the grassSummer dresses passIn the shade of a willow treeCreeps a crawling over meOver me and over youStuck together with God's glueIt's going to get stickier too It's been a long hot summerLet's get under coverDon't try too hard to thinkDon't think at all I'm not the only oneStaring at the SunAfraid of what you'll findIf you took a look insideI'm not just deaf and dumbStaring at the SunNot the only oneWho's happy to go blind There's an insect in your earIf you scratch it won't disappearIt's gonna itch and burn and stingYou want to see what the scratching bringsWaves that leave me out of reachBreaking on your back like a beachWill we ever live in peace? 'Cause those that can't doOften have toAnd those that can't doOften have to preach To the onesStaring at the SunAfraid of what you'd findIf you took a look insideNot just deaf and dumbI'm staring at the SunI'm not the only oneWho'd rather go blind Intransigence is all aroundMilitary still in townArmour plated suits and tiesDaddy just won't say goodbyeReferee won't blow the whistleGod is good but will He listenI'm nearly greatBut there's something missing I left it in the duty free areaBut you never really belonged to me You're not the only oneStaring at the SunAfraid of what you'd findYou step back insideNot sucking on my thumbI'm staring at the SunI'm not the only oneWho's happy to go blind

(What the fear calls down, stops the car)(As it feels like rage)(She's back on the street)(But it swings so far away) She feels the ground is giving wayBut she thinks we're better off that wayThe more you take, the less you feelThe less you know, the more you believeThe more you have, the more it takes today CHORUSYou got to give it away (you got to give it away)You got to give it away (you got to give it away)You got to give it away (you got to give it away)Well she don't care what it's worthShe's living like it's the last night on EarthThe last night on Earth She's not waiting on a saviour to come (How's-ya classy)She's at the bus-stop with News of the World and the SunSun, here it comesShe's not waiting for anyone CHORUS Clock tells her that time is slipping (slipping away)Tear drop sunshine (slip slide)Two sides to one feels missing (too heavy)Something she might be missing (slipping away)World turns and we get dizzy (the world turnsSpinning for you (and we get dizzy)The way it's spinning for me (slipping away) She's living, living next week nowYou know she's going to pay it back somehowShe hasn't been to bed in a weekShe'll be dead soon, then she'll sleep CHORUS Last night on EarthLast night on EarthLast night

You get to feel so guilty, you got so much for so littleThen you find that feeling just won't go awayYou were holding on to every little thing so tightly'Til there's nothing left for you anyway Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lightsI'll be up with the SunI'm not coming downI'm not coming downI'm not coming down You wanted to get somewhere so badlyYou had to lose yourself along the wayYou changed your name, well, that's okay, it's necessaryWhat you leave behind you don't miss anyway Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lightsI'll be up with the SunI'm not coming downI'm not coming downI'm not coming down 'Cause I'm already goneFelt that way all alongCloser to you every dayI didn't want it that much anyway You're taking steps that make you feel dizzyThen you learn to like the way it feelsYou hurt yourself, you hurt your lover, then you discoverWhat you thought was freedom is just greed Goodbye, and it's an emotionalGoodnight, I'll be up with the SunAre you still holding on?I'm not coming downI'm not coming downI'm not coming down Come, Sun, Sun, SunCome, Sun, come, SunSun

Weather 'round here chopping and changingSurgery in the airPrint shirts and southern accentsCigars and big hairWe got the wheels, petrol's cheapWe only went there for a weekGot the sun, got the sandGot the batteries in the handycam... Her eyes are swimming pool blueDumb bells on a diving boardBaby's always attracted to the things she's afraid ofBig girl with the sweet toothWatches the skinny girl in the photo shootFreshmen, squeaky cleanShe tastes of chlorine(Miami), my mammy Love the movies babeLove to walk through the movie setsGet to shoot someone in the footGet to smoke some cigarettesNo big deal we know the scoreJust back from the video storeGot the car and the car chaseWhat's he got inside the caseI want a close up of that faceHere comes the car chase I bought two new suits... MiamiPink and blue... MiamiI took a picture of you... My mammyGetting hot in a photo booth... MiamiI said you looked like a MadonnaYou said maybe...Said I want to have your baby... baby, babyWe could make something beautifulSomething that wouldn't be a problemWe could make something beautifulSomething that wouldn't be a problemAt least not in Miami You know some places are like your auntieBut there's no place likeMiami, my mammyMiami, my mammy(Keys are in the car)(Miami, my mammy)Miami, my mammy (Shake, shake down)(Shake down...)

If coke is a mysteryMichael Jackson historyIf beauty is truthAnd surgery the Fountain of YouthWhat am I to do?Have I got the gift to get me throughThe gates of that mansion? If OJ is more than a drinkA Big Mac bigger than you thinkIf perfume is an obsessionThen talk shows confessionWhat have we got to lose?I'll never push my way throughThe gates of that mansion I never bought a Lotto ticketI never parked in anyone's spaceAnd the banks feel like cathedralsBecause casinos took their placeLuck, come on downI wake up, she'll come around Chance is a kind of religionWe're down for playin' hard luckI never did see that movieAnd I never did read that bookLuck, come on downAnd let my numbers come around Don't know if I can hold onDon't know if I'm that strongDon't know if I can wait that long'Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on Then will there be no time for sorrow?Then will there be no time for shame?And though I can't say whyI know I've got to believeWe'll go diving in their poolIt's who you know that gets you throughThe gates in the Playboy MansionIn the Playboy MansionThe Playboy MansionThen will there be no time for sorrow?Then will there be no time for shame?Then will there be no time for sorrow?Then will there be no time for pain?

Tonight the Moon is playing tricks againI'm feeling sea sick againThe whole world could just dissolveInto a glass of water I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me toDo you really want me to be blue as you?It's her daylight that gets me through We've been here beforeLast time you scratched at my doorThe Moon was naked and coldI was like a two-year-old who just wanted more If you wear that velvet dressIf you wear that velvet dress Tonight the Moon has drawn its curtainsIt's a private show, no one else going to knowI'm wanting Sunlight, sunlight fills my roomIt's sharp and it's clearBut nothing at all like the Moon It's okay, the struggle for things not to sayI never listened to you anywayAnd I got my own hands to pray But if you wear that velvet dress (if you wear that velvet dress)But if you wear that velvet dress (if you wear that velvet dress) The Moon is a mirrorballLight flickers from across the hallWho'll catch the star when it falls? If you wear that velvet dress