Mad, mad, mad, mad
The only state of mind you had
Blue, blue, blue, blue
What it is to live with you
An alien in my bed
Spaceships in your headI'm stifled in the sheets
Blown in disbelief from all teh stupid thigns you've said
Red, red, red, red
Alarm bells in my head
Sad, sad, sad, sad
All the things we could have had
The neighbours think we're all dead now, baby
In slience we can almost touch
Terrifed to speak
Bony-legged freaks
Always in but out to lunch
Green, green, green, green
Taken home but sold unseen
Grey, grey, grey, grey
Who you gonna be today?
Alice through the looking glass
Popping pills and smoking grass
you're searching through my pockets
Tearing out your hair
I love you but your locket's bare
Calamity
And where the wind does blow
My wretched ship will go
Been cast upon the waves
With a hundred souls to save
The harbour's smashed in pieces
And the lighthouse keeper's old
He been sleeping on the job
And he blind to my morse code
We're sinking fast
Your father's thunder blew us both halfway to France
And he'd have put me under given the chance
The cargo's overboard
We been hungry for three weeks
Red whiskey eyes have I
Now the hull's begun to leak
Calamity, my girl, is there something you could lose?
A few small bars o' gold?
Maybe fifty pairs of shoes?
We're sinking fast
I've never known a girl that leaves so much to chance
So let the ocean do its worst and dance with me
Calamity, my girl, I'm a sea-sick, drunken wreck
Can't dance for all the water that's swallowing my deck
We're sinking fast
The wind has changed and left us both no time to think
So let the ocean do it's worst and sink with me
Welcome To Frisco [Instrumental]
The Affable Mister G. [Instrumental]
Daddy-O bangs his fist down
Table shakes in seaside town
There ain't no man, no thing, no how, no way takes my Sally
If he don't shave he's an asshole
And I won't have him near my girl
The working class can kiss my ass tonight
Not my Sally
He thinks he is cleverer than me
Thinks I'm ignorant
But I remember Sally on my knee
Now he's in her pants
The filthy scumbag, no good toe rag knows I can't let Sally go
The Swing Arm Disconnects [Instrumental]
Tripwire
You could have been the angel of my life
But sure, the devil's in your bones
You been living on the dark side too long
Now you've begun to call it home
It's not as cut or dried as some would have me believe
Your illusion is everything when magic is dead
And it's so cheap to deceive
Security is never what it seems
It's just a tripwire on a bedroom door
The best-laid plans are lost or delayed
Then all too soon your bed is made
There is another world where all our dreams come in to play
Illusions are nothing
Your magic is dead despite the plans I gave away
This is not as cut or dried
You gotta hear the truth, don't buy the lie
This is not as cut or dried
When the angel of my life has the devil in her bones
She be living on the dark side too long
Now she begin to call it home
The trouble is I don't see heaven where I am
From north to the south
From south to the north
No saint could be a better man than me
Cycle Logical [Instrumental]
Testing To Destruction [Instrumental]
Abo
Oh, my world
Sea and sky, sun and moon
Oh, my world
Young so long, old so soon
Oh, my world
Took the man, made him boy
And oh, my world is the world you'll destroy
Oh, my world
Oh, my world
Oh, my world
My world
So simple minded
Why no guns to defend?
Well, since time was invented
We have known only friends
I don't mind integration
I don't mind Rock and Roll
Are you building my life now?
Or just building a hole?
So simple minded
Why no guns to defend?
Well, since time was invented
We have known only friends
I don't want reservations
I want only a life
And to be of some comfort to my children and wife