Written by Michael Kamen, Bryan Adams and Robert "Mutt" Lange
("Big
("Tonight the [...] is going to begin.")
You could tackle the
Let me in, let me in, let me inOh please,
you don't live the way you shouldyou're not chaste or
A necklace of rubber, burning bright
A burning rubber necklace for
As I washed the blood off she yelled at me
though
Green bed of bottles, open to the skyBare head of
No dates to miss, no home to phone
No face to
August the 20th: Yes, folks, it's another cold, clammy day
in the winter in a seaside boarding housethe killer swigs
no one comes from hereand so i'm not afraideveryone's the
Well, hello.
You can no longer depend on the land in
In rags in their normal place
where diesel machines roar by
Pale
At the platform's end, where the crowd grew thin
and the
James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps door to door
in this so-called
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