@Something's Gone Wrong Again Tried to find my sock, I know that its lost, Somethings gone wrong again Need a shave, Cut myself, Need a new blade. Somethings gone wrong again and again, and again and again again, Somethings gone wrong again, Somethings gone wrong again, Tried to fly again, Broke the yoke, No joke, Somethings gone wrong again, Looked at my watch, Just to tell the time, But the hands come off mine. Somethings gone wrong again, Somethings gone wrong again, And again, And again and again again Somethings gone wrong again. Somethings gone wrong again. Nothing ever happens to people like us, Except we miss the bus, Something goes wrong again, Need a smoke, Use my last 50 p. But the machine is broke, Somethings gone wrong again, Something goes wrong again And again And again and again again, Something goes wrong again, Something goes wrong again. Something goes wrong again, And again And again and again again Something goes wrong again, Something goes wrong again. Nothing ever happens to people like us, Except we miss the bus, Something goes wrong again, Need a smoke, Use my last 50 p. But the machine is broke, Something goes wrong again, Something goes wrong again And again, And again and again again, Something goes wrong again, Something goes wrong again. Turned up early In time for our date But then we turn up late Something goes wrong again Need a drink, Go to the pub, But the bugger shut Something goes wrong again Something goes wrong again And again, And again and again again, Something goes wrong again Aah something goes wrong again, Something goes wrong again. Something goes wrong again.
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@Moon over Marin The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the waters edge I clamp a gasmask on my head (chorus) On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is laced with sticky glops O'Shimmering moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gassed steam up from the soil (chorus) I squash dead fish between my toes Try not to step on any bones I turn around and I go home I slip back through my basement door Switch off all the I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Electric moonlight There will always be a moon Over Marin
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