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Suzy was a teenage christian anarchist
She always believed in the Eucharist
She never did a thing without a prayer
Hanging to hope cause it's already there
Ronnie was a commie from around the way
He didn't believe what the churches say
He saw no hope in the western streets
He made molotovs during Easter feast
It was an anarcho-commie romance from the start
It was an anarcho-commie romance of the heart
Ronnie didn't know but a month from today
He would tell Suzy he loved her in everyway
Suzy was a teenage christian anarchist
Ronnie was a commie from around the way
They made a promise they'd never break
One a simple promise, one based in faith
A struggle for the poor, the working class
The struggle for love in the iconoclasts
An affront to capital in every way
The hammer and sickle in a heart built frame, oh yeah
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Driving Fit
01:03
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I'm tearing down the highway and I'm going past the speed of light
I'm tearing down the highway and there's not another car in sight
I'm tearing down the highway and I hear my baby call my name
I'm tearing down the highway, who is gonna keep me sane?
It's just a crushed Ritalin
And I'm picking up speed
Hand grips the wheel
Teeth gripping me
My Heart is on fire
I'm breaking away
A bat out of a hell but
I'm not here to stay
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Sweet Lily
01:46
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Met her in a squat in East Berlin
She said "Sind Sie American"?
I said "Entschuldigung"?
She said "i could tell by the way that you walk"
In a heavy German accent that was getting me hot
Her mullet was bleached and I could tell by her clothes
She was a second hand Olympian in Berlin thrift stores
She worked at the collective on her days off
She said "Ich Heisse Lily" and I was glued to the spot
Sweet Lilly, Sweet Lilly
Took me by the hand and I melted away
Everything she said brought a smile to my face
Was it a dream or did she really exist?
Watched her disappear into the cool morning mist!
Down in a cellar where they smoked cigarettes
Lily was dancing like a girl truly vexed
The punkers said party with us to the sun rise
So I laced up my shoes for the Berlin night life
It was a second hand love going up all alone
She sat with a punker just waiting by the phone
And just when I passed, my gleam caught her eye
It was a dream of me and Lily under sweet summer skys
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Nervous
02:10
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So I'm getting sick
My brain is warm
Im feeling weak
Like a new born
They say it's good
to remake yourself
But my brain is empty
Left on the shelf.
Am I nervous
Can you tell?
Are you nervous?
Living in hell!
So I try to mold it
Like putty, clay
I'll be the master
Of my dying day
My own authority
My own rules
Living outside
Society cruel
Can you hear it?
the coming call
They want you dead
They want you gone
Can you feel it?
Their guiding hand
There to mold
What's in your head
There's no choice now
for you to be free
Become a victim of
your own opportunity
Are you nervous?
Can I tell?
Am I nervous?
Living in Hell!
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Mr Suit (Wire Cover)
01:32
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I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do
I'm tired of fucking phonies, that's right I'm tired of you
Alright, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
Take your fucking money and shove it up your arse
'Cause you think you understand, well it's a fucking farce
I'm tired of fucking phonies, that's right I'm tired of you
Alright, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
And if you turn and walk out that door
And take your fucking money, let me tell you what it's for
I'm tired of fucking phonies, that's right I'm tired of you
Alright, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit
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Here we go again
Infatuation touches me just when I thought that it would end
Oh but then again it seems much more than that but
I'm not sure exactly what you're thinking
Well, I toss and turn all night thinking of your ways of effection
But to find that it's not different at all
Well, I throw away my past mistakes and contemplate my future
That's when I say
What the heck!
Would I last forever?
You and I together
Hand and hand
We run away (far away)
I'm in for nasty weather
But I'll take whatever you can
Give that comes my way (far away)
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