The sidewalk's trading love
As subway lights grow brighter
We're just another hype
But the pressure's getting harder
Get on up get on up
Take it much higher
Lovers etiquette make love on first impression
And adolescent sex with juvinile intentions
Whatever gets you through the night
Just keep on dancing
Well the lady buys a thrill
Excitement in succession
But a heartache won't partake
In articulate obsession
Oh well pretty things at rest
No courtesy surprising
For love is heaven blessed
All catastrophies denying
When we were out on the streets
With lovers infections
Count impossibilities by illumination
And your body's still damp
From your one-room apartment
And your heartache remains
Then love's not the anecdote
You'll submerge again
Emerge again
Just get adolescent sex
(Can you hear me?)
Just you and me and a Marxist gun
Heaven knows you've got a lot to learn
Fall in love or take your time
Don't you know
You've gotta take your turn
Son, your ambition's way too high
Once you're gone misquoted apathy
Your pacifier broken heart's
So much better than your reverie (you'll ever be)
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Forget the love
Forget the fun
Can depend on every word I say
Don't take no shit from anyone
Can't accept you right away
Well, don't offend my heart with love
As imitation lovers do
Just motivate your callous heart
Don't you know this time the joke's on you
On every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
On every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Persecution on your hands
Observations of a refugee, oh yeah
Oh making love with one so dear
Emulation of a strategy
Your proposition's way too high
Your criminal connections start, oh yeah
The pressure of your body down
Consummation of a naked heart, yeah
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Pushin' on, baby
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love, my love
Your skin a white stained sensation
Clinical bodies won't do
And as we're pumping, pumping and resisting
Inserting love into you
Communist China
Take me to heaven
Somebody wrong
We'll throw glass in your face
Call it new propaganda
'Cos we've been waiting for so long
I'll take you out in the moonlight
Oblique horizons won't do
The knife in your fist
Is breaking up the white walls
Here's penetration for you
Face-to-face confrontation
Personal problems for you
The conversation's getting far too vicious
Impersonation won't do
Standing outside on a kitchen floor
Love utensils in the palm of her hand
Saluting supermarket majorettes
We understand
Oh muzak for digital clocks
Departmental stores, vacate no sound
Exchanging surgical appliances
On hired ground
And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia
Soldierettes marching in the parking lot
Bleach your body
Be proof to the fact
Moving out in all directions
And turning back
Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam
Masturbated over jilted bouquets
Approximation's counting on a freight line
We pull away
And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia
Oh, Nazis in full attack
Burning niggers in a cotton field
Service stations offer promises
And promises offer me
And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia
Flirting new ambition
Pressure for the ceiling
No vacation on immaculate times
Domestic training
A woman's intuition
A love is churning out on factory lines
Health demanding
Unfit behaviour
Commuters converse in satirical signs
Know no news and no personnel crisis
With new indifferent industrial crimes
Welcome to suburban Berlin
Welcome to suburban Berlin
Love affairs
And endless strategies
I don't believe in a word they said
City limits
No more information
Go follow navigation in your head
Welcome to suburban Berlin
Welcome to suburban Berlin
There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose
It seems so sentimental
Why should I care?
Somewhere there's a sound of distant living
Locked up in high society
It seems so artificial
Why should I care?
Oh-ho-ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh-ho-ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Another vehicle heads for sunset
No other providence will do
They're only buildings and houses
Why should I care
Oh-ho-ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh-ho-ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget
Echoings deep in my throat
It's so cold in this luncheonette, well
Somebody wants to know you
An ordinary boy
Somebody wants to know you
A standard polaroid, well
Here I am
European son
Sometimes the passenger
European son
Here I am
Suffragettes in Washington
Disposable serviettes
Searching for the quiet life
There's no love in this luncheonette, well
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrows parties
Where will she go
What shall she do
When midnight comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
The silken trimmings of yesterday's gown
To all tomorrows parties
What shall she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrows parties
Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
From whom no-one ever borrows
A blackened shroud
A hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks her costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrows parties
Boys, now the times are changing
The going could get rough
Boys, would that ever cross your mind
Boys, are you contemplating moving out somewhere
Boys, will you ever find the time?
Here we are stranded
Somehow it all seems the same
Here comes the quiet life again?
Boys, now the country's only miles away from here
Boys, do you recognise the signs?
Boys, when those driving hands push against the tracks
Boys, it's too late to wonder why
As you turn to leave
Never looking back
Will you think of me?
Will you ever, could it ever stop?
Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat
Maybe you'll go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
Oh little girl
In that case I don't want no part
I do believe that would only break my heart
So if you feel like loving me
If you've got that notion
I second that emotion
So if you feel like giving me
A life-time of devotion
I second that emotion
Maybe you think that love will tie you down
And you don't seem to like to hang around
Or maybe you think that love was made for fools
So it makes you wise to break the rules
I second that emotion
I second that emotion
I second that emotion
(Oh little girl)
