: Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands, When I'm over hearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly, Hear them in the school yard
So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no I need another line Are you living
You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You don't know what it's been like Meeting someone like you You look like Jesus on a aeroplane
Doorman you got an attitude Ya like immigration in a cheaper suit You'd like nothing more than to break my face No rhyme no reason no colour or race
Gotta get in on the scene hun? Voice activate machine Got ya hair in a haircut You gotta fill up the dream You got ya finger on the pulse babe You got
lie? So be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Be my Devil Angel Be my shooting star Have I seen you somewhere baby? Oh no I need another line Are you living
I've been down and I'm wondering why These little black clouds Keep walking around With me With me It wastes time And I'd rather be high Think I'll
When you think about it, He's watching every word you say, hey, dazed. And when he's sussed you out He calls her up and out she comes and hustles us
You line them up, look at your shoes, You hang names on your wall, then you shoot them all, You fly around in planes that bring you down, to meet me,
Standing at the bus stop with my shopping in my hands, When I'm over hearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly, Hear them in the school yard,
ones before For a break so you can take a little something, That'll make your next break, Come a little quicker than the ones before, For an answer, spy a sweet dancer, As she walks from
she wasn't looking at me? I sink my head back into my glass, Get into shape for that first dance, I turn away, I look to the south, I pull my foot from
no sleep I've been dancing in the hills At a place I know She said 'and that's the place Where the fire flies glow' Had to slap my white face Pull my head from
So, started with the immigration information bore, You gotta know, Gambling floor, and then to the s-tudio 54, You gotta go, Now we're leaving L.A.S
She took herself out in the car She drove herself around the block She said she's leaving me again Then she got lost I look for her out on the porch
We all face the same way, still it takes all day, I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best, She paints her lip, greasy and thick, another
There's no mistake, I smell that smell, It's that time of year again, I can taste the air The clock's go back, railway track, Something blocks the line
Thinking back, thinking of you Summertime, think it was June Yeah think it was June Laying back, head on the grass Chewing gum, having some laughs Yeah