Stab
You'd say there's always two sides to every story
Here's mine I've found out
I can't live without you
Loving you was easy and being true was hard
One too many lies and you were gone
I didn't want to face up to the nights
I'd done
I thought
I'd be alright
but I was wrong
I miss you!
Oh
I miss you
I'm gonna need you
More and more each day
I miss you
More than words
Can say
More than words
Can say
More than words
Can ever say!
Saying that I'm sorry isn't good enough
I need to show you
Rumours of War
I went out drinking with Thomas Paine
He said that all revolutions are not the same
They are as different as the cultures
That gave them birth
For no one idea
Can solve every problem on Earth
So don't expect it al to happen
In some prophesized political fashion
For people are different
And so are nations
You can borrow ideas
But you can't borrow situations
In Leningrad the people say
Perestroika can be explain this way
The people who told us
That two and two is ten
Are now trying to tell us
That two and two is five
We're living in a North Sea Bubble
We're trying to spend our way out of trouble
You keep buying these things but you don't need them
But as long as you're comfortable it feels like freedom
My American friends don't know what to do
But they'll wait a long time for a Beverley Hills coup
War! What is it good for
It's good fo business