Don't Stand So Close To MeYoung teacher, the subject Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page Book marking - she's so close now This girl is half his age Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes it's not so easy To be the teacher's pet Temptation, frustration So bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop, she's waiting His car is warm and dry Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Loose talk in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staffroom The accusations fly It's no use, he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabakov Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Don't stand, don't stand so Don't stand so close to me Please don't stand so close to me... The Police Index Driven To TearsHow can you say that your not responsible? What does it have to do with me? What is my reaction, what should it be? Confronted by this latest atrocity Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat My comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party Seems that when some innocent die All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine Too many cameras and not enough food 'Cause this is what we've seen Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through What's to become of our world, who knows what to do Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears The Police Index When The World Is Running Down, You Make The Best Of What's Still AroundTurn on my V.C.R. Same one I've had for years James Brown on the Tammy show Same tape I've had for years I sit in my old car Same one I've had for years Old battery's running down It ran for years and years Turn on the radio The static hurts my ears Tell me where would I go I ain't been out in years Turn on the stereo It's played for years and years An Otis Redding song It's all I own When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around Plug in my M.C.I. To exercise my brain Make records on my own Can't go out in the rain Pick up the telephone I've listened here for years No one to talk to me I've listened here for years When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When I feel lonely here Don't waste my time with tears I run 'Deep Throat' again It ran for years and years Don't like the food I eat The cans are running out Same food for years and years I hate the food I eat When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around When the world is running down You make the best of what's still around Turn on my V.C.R. Same one I've had for years James Brown on the Tammy show Same tape I've had for years I sit in my old car Same one I've had for years Old battery's running down It ran for years and years The Police Index Canary In A CoalmineFirst to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live you life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine... The Police Index Voices Inside My HeadVoices inside my head Echoes of things that you said... The Police Index Bombs AwayThe general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The President looks in the mirror and speaks His shirts are clean but his country reeks Unpaid bills In Afghanistan hills Bombs away But we're O.K. Bombs away In old Bombay The general only wants to teach France to dance His army life doesn't give him any romance Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his company stinks Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet Bombs away But we're O.K. Bombs away In old Bombay... The Police Index De Do Do Do, De Da Da DaDon't think me unkind Words are hard to find The only cheques I've left unsigned From the banks of chaos in my mind And when their eloquence escapes me Their logic ties me up and rapes me De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true Poets, priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions Words that scream for your submission And no one's jamming their transmission 'Cos when their eloquence escapes you Their logic ties you up and rapes you De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do, de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do, de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true The Police Index Man In A SuitcaseI'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Another key for my collection For security I race for my connection Bird in a flying cage you'll never get to know me well The world's my oyster a hotel room's a prison cell Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face I'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it hold my suitcase It looks like home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face... The Police Index Shadows In The RainWoke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He claims I suffer from delusions Yet I'm so confident I'm sane It can't be no optical illusion So how can you explain Shadows in the rain And if you see us on the corner And we're dancing in the rain I join my friends there when I see them Outside my window pane Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain... The Police Index |
