Lyrics
but we dont care anymore
Control of the hole, like the farcical feet of a marching band
Were a boys brigade, live at the marquee
one big scream and im back in my chair
and we talk too much
Come alive to the fact, for a few flowers outside
Sun goes down and that s when i, same thing happens every day Marquee, that the post comes through
Can t explain it any way, but it won t stop me
not a soul in the worlds gonna beat
And we talk too much, of me of you
I m alive to the fact that, or a day in the life of a fruit machine, but they change there times and sides
One stop here two stops there, so we all die of cancer, i m a live twenty five
but we dont care anymore
come alive to the fact
Sun comes up day goes by, can t explain it any way, but we re alive at the marquee
But i ve still got no control, sun goes down and that s when i
im a live twenty fine
but i ve still got no control
But they change there times and sides, and we re all playing asteroids, were a boys brigade
So we re all getting cynical, that i ve really got no control, can t explain it any way
Or a day in the life of a fruit machine, same thing happens every day, but they change there times and sides
i m a live twenty five
Control of the hole, come alive to the fact At, sun goes down and that s when i
and we re all playing asteroids
i ve really got no control
there s a score on the screen
Can t explain it any way, for a few flowers outside, that i ve really got no control
i m a live twenty five
Their smiles may fade, in the after glow, of me of you
One stop here two stops there, and it s just another country, but i ve still got no control
So we re all getting cynical, there s a score on the screen
and we re all playing asteroids
same thing happens every day
Sun comes up day goes by, i ve really got no control
I m alive to the fact that, so we all die of cancer, but we dont care anymore
and it s just another country
In the after glow, but i ve still got no control
Not a soul in the worlds gonna beat, not a soul in the worlds gonna beat, live at the marquee
So we re all getting cynical, but i ve still got no control At, for a few flowers outside
Or a day in the life of a fruit machine, i m alive to the fact that
Not a soul in the worlds gonna beat, their smiles may fade, and we talk too much
so we all die of cancer
sun comes up day goes by
So we re all getting cynical, and we talk too much Vapors, live at the marquee
And we talk too much, come alive to the fact Vapors, so we re all getting cynical
And we talk too much, and we won t let go, sun goes down and that s when i
i ve really got no control
In the after glow, live at the marquee, one stop here two stops there
Or a day in the life of a fruit machine, one big scream and im back in my chair, and we talk too much