He thought he was drunk as can be, New white skinny rebel was he, Because he knew what mattered, It's all in the clatter, Of the fans he'd seen. Now his words of wisdom would shock, Whether he meant them or not, He saved the world, All the boys and the girls, But another single's all he needs. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. He thought he was cool with his tunes, He'd practice the knack in his room, And in the evenings he'd DJ, With the slider at blast A, Believing at his feet we'd swoon, Now he's always there in the queue, While down on the dancefloor it's you, And when he starts playing, He's up there praying, You don't notice that they're not his tunes. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. So sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. He thought he could measure the world, For he loved the flag when unfurled. Firts he's a lawyer, Excellent debator, You should have seen the mud he hurled. Now you see his face on TV, Leading parlimentary, When he makes descisions, For me to derision, Remind us all that we're free. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. That's sad, That's right, Another night of someone else's fantasy. Fantasy.
First there's a pain like whisky, Burns your heart, Burns your heart. Then tehre's a pain like hunger, Empty as your soul, Empty as your soul. When you smiled at me that time on Sara's beach, I knew you were forever out of reach. When you dance with the devil you can run but you can't hide, You can only raise the stakes to stem the tide. On Sara's beach, On Sara's beach, Sara's beach, On Sara's beach. Flames turn into embers, If you damp them down, If you damp them down. And pain is all that's remembered, When you dont make a sound, No not a sound. When you cast the stones to catch the seventh wave, You were only trying to catch the best of these last days, When you dance with the devil you can run but you can't hide, You can only raise the stakes to stem the tide. On Sara's beach, On Sara's beach, Sara's beach, On Sara's beach.
Searchlights
Written by Rev Hammer.
I see fences where there was no fence before, The flesh tearing wire hasnt even rusted round the door, Oh aye, the beauty that I could bring to you, Outside in the distance I hear something coming through, Oh I say, outside in the distance there is something coming through. Here beyond the wire they turn the water black, The men around are paid a weekly wage just to turn you back. Oh how they keep their petty kingdoms well in view, Outside in the distance I hear something coming through, Oh I say, outside in the distance there is something coming through. Outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go, There's an immigrant who's crouching with the bundle of his clothes, The bushes start a-rustling, so he takes to his toes, Just singing "This is the last of my shows". A crossroads is no crossroads when there's just one route to take, Your fantasy of liberty is a red sign on the gate, I think these things as I walk along a tree lined avenue, Outside in the distance I hear something coming through, Oh I say, outside in the distance there is something coming through. Outside in the distance where those searchlights don't go, There's an immigrant who's crouching with the bundle of his clothes, The bushes start a-rustling, so he takes to his toes, Just singing "This is the last of my shows".