: Five miles out of London on the Western Avenue Must have been a wonder when it was brand new Talkin' 'bout the splendour of the Hoover factory I know
took my heart But she went and screwed some guy that she knew And now I'm in Dublin with a broken heart Oh, broken-hearted Hoover fixer sucker guy Oh, broken-hearted Hoover
the Hoover Dam Standing on the edge of the Hoover Dam, I am Standing on the edge of the Hoover Dam, I am Standing on the edge of the Hoover Dam, I am
Prophet 60091, This is the flag number Of our galactic son. Prophet 60091, We've always thought That you should know that You're not the only one Who
Tell me baby Tell me, where did you sleep last night I heard noises in the cupboard Were you trying to hide Because you should know how much I hate this
Fear is talking In my head consulting But my innervoice it says That I'm falling, I'm falling Could you be the pillow that solves this problem Sometimes
Clouds, herbs, and art Rotating love through time Tears after overkill Reversing all my love
Something is changing Growing in your mind Can't do a thing about it Living a normal life Barabas, Barabas, Barabas... Can't remember the first light
It enters your veins It enters your soul It tries to obsess you It looks for defaults Try not to lose Not to lose control It tries to destroy you It tries
And through all Alex's wondrous Childhood he would honor and obey Love and watch the lovely maiden on whose gentle arms he just lay All men all must be
Saw her first A few months ago Spacing in Vienna Oversea cargo (Chorus) Saw her in the mirror She had a stupid name Maybe I'm too honest Friendly in
veins Soul deserts and leaves this chain Here she's coming to me Revolver excludes this community Small groove thing take off my chains Hoover will soften
Suffocate your love In a barrel full of doubt Suffocate your love North, east and south Here I stand In front of your imagination Here I stand Hesitate
Water falling down a hundred meters Colored by the sun In rainbow colors Paul is driving me around Through fields of light Blinded by the sun Fight the
seen her, with a vacuum cleaner THREE MORE, FOUR MORE Mice unite at the kitchen door IT WERN'T NO ROTTEN RUMOUR, HE COULD NEVER MOVE HER and I never saw her with a hoover
thin walls A frail hooker, holding her carnal walls Gleaming sky scraper bunker he looked down Laugh hysterically and then he spread around On Hoover
Five miles out of London on the Western Avenue Must have been a wonder when it was brand new Talkin' 'bout the splendor of the Hoover factory I know that
no kind of stuggle couse it brothers how hustle with no kind of determantion. only to look inside the inmey eys with one eye you can only see the knowlege of the hoover
