(single version)
Nobody else here baby God has got his phone off the hook, babe It's the blind leading the blond Jesus never let me down It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs If God will send his angels And I don't have to know how My love is cruel as the night She does it slow dancing Scarlet eyes and a see-through heart Take me slow dancing And I don't know why a man My love is restless as the wind If you wanna go slow dancing Slow dancing Slow dancing Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Walk together I'm just a singer Under pressure Guess I've been greedy Maybe it's just talk Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Two shots of happy Happy Birthday, Frank I can't believe the news today
Broken bottles under children's feet Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long Sunday, Bloody Sunday Looking for to save my save my soul Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash Mother, mother sucking rock and roll Mother, mother, mother Mother, you left and made me someone Looking for a sound that's going to drown out the world Mother, mother sucking rock and roll Mother Mother, mother, mother Mother, mother, mother Soothe me mother
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low
It's the cops collecting for the cons
If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go, where do we go
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope
And where is the faith
And the love
What's that you say to me
Does love, light up your Christmas Tree
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels
And I don't need to know why
And I don't wanna promise
'Cause I don't wanna lie
I just want to need you
Tonight
SLOW DANCING
She steals the sun and shuts out the light
All of my colours they turn to blue
Win or lose
Slow dancing
She does it slow dancing
I saw it coming right from the start
She picked me up but had me down on my knees
Just a' begging her begging her please
Slow dancing
Slow dancing
All night long
Search for himself in his woman's eyes
No I don't know why a man
Sees the truth but needs the lies
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience
I don't want it back
It just gets in the way
Slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow dancing
Slow
Slow dancing
Slow
TWO SHOTS OF HAPPY
ONE SHOT OF SAD
You think I'm no good
Well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place
Now you, can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter
With the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice
Not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell I made my own
Not part of the crowd
But not feeling alone
But not bent out of shape
Surrounded
We always found an escape
Drove me to drink
But hey, that's not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
All of my life
Greedy with my children
My lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things
As well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked
The swingers stopped swinging
You say I hurt you
You put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it
You came crying for my help
I'm not complaining
Baby I'm glad
You call it compromise
Well what's that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
One shot
Of sad
SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY (live, the edge)
I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long
'cause tonight, we can be as one
Tonight
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long
And tonight, we can be as one
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
MOFO (romin remix)
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Mother, mother, mother
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no
Looking for the father of my two little girls
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
Bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Move me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother