| Opening Lyric | Song Title | Album (Year) |
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| Rust in the mountains, rust in the brain - the air is sacred here, in spite of your claim... | |
| I was born for your magazines, for your magazines... | |
| Who's in a bunker, who's in a bunker? Women and children first... | |
| I don't wanna be your friend, I just wanna be your lover | |
| I've had these jeans since I was born, and now they're ripped, and now they're torn... | |
| Red wine and sleeping pills, help me get back to your arms... | |
| Just as you take my hand, just as you write my number down... | |
| Limb by limb and tooth by tooth, it's tearing up inside of me... | |
| They loved me like I was a brother, they protect me, listen to me... | |
| In the next world war, in a jack-knife juggernaut, I am born again... | |
| Something for the rag-and-bone man? Over my dead body... | |
| I am the next act waiting in the wings, just an animal trapped in your hot car... | |
| Are you such a dreamer to put the world to rights? | |
| Everyone, everyone around here, everyone is so near... | |
| When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye... | |
| Come on, come on, you think you drive me crazy, well... | |
| Genie let out of the bottle, it is now the witching hour... | |
| Wakey wakey, rise and shine - it's on again, off again, on again... | |
| Appliances have gone berserk, I cannot keep up... | |
| We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods - what the hell, we got nothing more to lose... | |
| Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? | |
| Flies are buzzing 'round my head, vultures circling the dead... | |
| A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you... | |
| Rows of houses, all bearing down on me... | |
| This is the place - sit down, you're safe now... | |
| | Opening Lyric | Song Title | Album (Year) |
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| I slipped away, I slipped on a little white lie... | |
| I want you to know, he's not coming back. Look into my eyes... | |
| Jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me... | |
| Don't get any big ideas - they're not gonna happen. | |
| I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing-gown... | |
| I was stronger, I was better, picked you out, now don't say a word... | |
| Please forget the words that I just blurted out... | |
| And the wise man say, 'I don't want to hear your voice'... | |
| The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air... | |
| Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest... | |
| I am the key to the lock in your house, that keeps your toys in the basement... | |
| While you make pretty speeches, I'm being cut to shreds... | |
| In pitch dark, I go walking in your landscape... | |
| Can't afford to breathe in this town, nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand... | |
| I want to... I want to be someone else or I'll explode | |
| I feel better, I feel better now you've gone... | |
| The mongrel cat came home holding half a head... | |
| Transport, motorways and tramlines, starting and then stopping... | |
| That there, that's not me. I go where I please... | |
| After years of waiting, nothing came... | |
| Soul destroyed, clever toys for little boys, it's inevitable... | |
| Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird... | |
| In a city of the future, it is difficult to concentrate... | |
| Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend... | |
| How come I end up where I started? How come I end up where I went wrong? | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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