Whiplash caught the silver son Took the film to No. I Crashed the car and left us here Broken glass for teenage boys trapped in steel and celluloid Crashed
of the underground He left the coast and overdosed on that London sound He said, "I don't care if you're black or blue Me and the stars stay up for
know a girl, she walks the asphalt world She comes to me, I supply her with Ecstasy Sometimes we ride in a taxi to the ends of the city Like big stars
lonely wives of the business class Lyin' in my bed Watchin' my mistakes I listen to the band Lying in my bed Nothing much to say So I listen to the man
Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay Or enslaved in a pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way If you're far over Africa on the wings of
She-rocker you're wasting your time 'Cos you're only a girl She-rocker sacked the factory line For a chance of a dance in a surreal world She said, "
my house I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing We are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing, of
There's a song playing On the radio Sky high in the airwaves On the morning show And there's a lifeline slipping As the record plays And as I open the
I wake up every day to see her back again Screaming my name through the astral plane And in this catalogue town she takes me down Down through the platinum
This still life is all I ever do There by the window, quietly killed for you In this glass house, my insect life Crawling the walls under electric lights
Dog man star took a suck on a pill And stabbed a cerebellum with a curious quill Europe, America, Winterland Introducing the band Chic thug stuttered
She walks in beauty like the night Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers Pornographic and tragic in black and white My Marilyn come to my slum
: Dog man star took a suck on a pill And stabbed a cerebellum with a curious quill Europe, America, Winterland Introducing the band Chic thug stuttered
: There's a song playing on the radio Sky high in the airwaves on the morning show And there's a lifeline slipping as the record plays And as I open
: She walks in beauty like the night Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers Pornographic and tragic in black and white My Marilyn come to my slum
: Through endless Asia, through the fields of Cathay or enslaved in pebble-dash grave with a kid on the way If you're far over Africa on the wings of
they call you to the eye of the storm All the people say "Stay at home tonight" I say we are the pigs, we are the swine We are the stars of the firing
: Whiplash caught the silver son Took the film to No. 1 Crashed the car and left us here Broken glass for teenage boys trapped in steel and celluloid
