We put this festival on, you bastards
With a lot of
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on
One two three four
Paint no illusion, try to click with
Baby, the time is right
To tell it all like it
Little James
We're all the same
Always seem to look to us
We
Put yer money where yer mouth is
Yer Mamma sez that
I can give the hundred million reasons
To build a barricade
Blame
Here's another Sunday morning call
You hear your head a bangin'
Two, three, four
You know that feeling you get
You feel you're
Found what I lost inside
My spirit has been purified
Take a