Fall OutI never thought of leading I've got my own machine And I've paid my dues all along All set for breaking When I missed those other people 'Cause I knew that I was really alone Fall out Fall out with all the leaders and gangs Fall out Fall out with all the leaders and gangs I saw my education It was my indoctrination Just to be another parking machine All my sense was breaking When I missed those other people 'Cause I knew that I was not very clean Fall out Fall out with all the leaders and gangs Fall out Fall out with all the leaders and gangs Fall out! The Police Index Nothing AchievingMy daddy's boots don't fit me 'Cause I'm bigger than him He says I make him big now I'm bigger than him You see there's nothing worth achieving All your dreams are just deceiving You've locked the doors on your good living And you told me to wait You've got me backed into a corner You're making me hate I say there's nothing worth achieving All your dreams are just deceiving [They say there's nothing worth achieving All your dreams are just deceiving] Throwing stones that are reeling From a reasonable light You muscle in when I have a party Ready to fight I say there's nothing worth achieving All your dreams are just deceiving Nothing Nothing Nothing The Police Index Dead End JobI don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number The queue gets longer everyday I just ain't no time to stay I ain't gonna run away All I want to do is play Don't wanna be no teacher I don't wanna be no slave I don't wanna work no assembly line A' like my uncle Dave The queue gets longer everyday I just ain't got time to stay I ain't gonna run away All I wanna do is play I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number I don't want no dead end job I don't wanna be no number The queue gets longer everyday All I wanna do is play I just ain't got time to stay But I ain't gonna run away Don't wanna be no millionaire Don't wanna own no mint I don't wanna be no tax exile And I don't mind being skint The Police Index A SermonWhen you reach number ten And think the struggle ends But it ain't the end It's only a trend You have to unbend 'Cause it's only a trend Don't lose all your friends Don't make heroes end When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate 'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite You can ply your trade and push your crusade Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the Traps are all laid for and honest crusade Your old values will fade as you struggle to make the grade As you struggle to make the grade (As you struggle to make the grade) (You needn't bother) When you hit number four you're almost through the door But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore The telephone's sure, you know the score But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore It's written in the news how you paid your dues But you've no excuse for the people you abuse When you reach number one you can beat your drum You can sack your roadies in Birmingham When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath, To the wall like you've always planned It's written in the news how you paid your dues But you've no excuse for the people you abuse The Police Index Visions of the NightGazed into the visions of the night Seen the darkness fall I've heard a mountain fall away from sight Heard the thunder call Seen the beast I call my father Creature of the night I feel the creeping darkness close That electric light They say the meek shall inherit the earth How long will you keep it? They sow a harvest but what's it worth? There's no one left to reap it The Police Index FriendsI likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I [ ? ] your essence I know your life was not in vain when digestion is commencing Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact of friends And I hope that you will dine on me when I come to an end (ah....) Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation But think of it as life renewed and not their termination "To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another (ah....) People say that what you are is only what you eat And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then that life's complete To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme Each one of us inside himself can appetize the dream (ah....) The Police Index Someone To Talk ToThough it's me that's on fire not this cigarette And what do I care if she leaves me alone If I need somebody I'll pick up the phone I'll put on my good face, clean up the flat I'm starting all over, good bye to all that Put on some music and pour out a drink I'll go back to bed and I'll try not to think Someone to talk to She was a person I just couldn't see And I tried to make her what she couldn't be I tried and I tried, but of course in the end I drove her crazy and right 'round the bend Now it's too much to just sit here and cry I can't be seen with a tear in my eye Why am I standing right next to the phone When I kept on saying I must be alone Someone to talk to I love you, why didn't I say that before I guess that it's safe now, she's walked through the door It's hard when you know that you've got to go on Feeling so weak and pretending your strong I didn't see her, I only felt me And one day I'll learn just which part of me bleeds Now that she's gone I know she was great But I fucked it up and now it's too late Someone to talk to.......... The Police Index LandlordI don't want to rent a house from you I don't know how you can expect me to I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights Too many homeless on the streets at night You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats You've no morality, what do you care You deal in poverty, you buy despair I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some You go and call yourself a business man You're just a parasite on Pyllosan You're just a middle class middle aged shit You sold your granny for a three-penny bit You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats You've no morality, what do you care You deal in poverty, you buy despair I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some I ain't moving 'till the bailiff comes I've got no weapons, gonna get me some The Police Index Once Upon A DaydreamOnce upon a daydream I fell in love with you Once upon a moonbeam I gave that love to you Once upon a lifetime I knew it must be true When the months had turned us I'd have to marry you Once upon a daydream Doesn't happen anymore Once upon a moonbeam This is no place for tenderness Once her daddy found out He threw her to the floor He killed her unborn baby And kicked me from the door Once upon a nightmare I bought myself a gun I blew her daddy's brains out Now hell has just begun Once upon a daydream Doesn't happen anymore Once upon a moonbeam This is no place for sentiment (Oh....) Once upon a lifetime A lifetime filled with tears The boy would pay for his crime With all his natural years Once upon a daydream He'd make you his someday Once upon a moonbeam He'd dream his life away Once upon a daydream Doesn't happen anymore Once upon a moonbeam This is no place for miracles Once upon a daydream Once upon a daydream Once upon a daydream Once upon a day... Dream The Police Index Low LifeFatal fascination for the seedy part of town Walk down the street and your head spins round Don't be seen alone without your friends at night Take a gun or a knife to the low life Don't have to be born into this society Pay for love but the hate comes free Bring enough money for the rest of your life Don't bring your wife to the low life Bringing us there to the degradation Always keep your back to the wall No rewards for your infatuation Low life No life at all Yeah, low life, low life In here to long to be afraid anymore You can't reach the bed so you sleep on the floor You get so stoned you think you could fly But you won't get high on the low life Low life.... The Police Index |
