"Brother

hold

your

head

this

way,

And

bustle

to

the

front

of

the

line;

'cos if

they

catch

your

eyes

before

you

get

in-

side,

Well

you'll

ne-

ver

be

al-

lowed."

Peo-

ple

got

a

name

for

us,

'cos

we_es-

cape

the

strain

of

the

days,

Oh

we

stretch

in

the

sides

and

bend

in

the

middle,

But

we

ne-

ver

e-

ver

break.

But

if

you're feelin'

that

way

now,

Or if

you

e-

ver

feel

so

in-

clined,

Skip

past

the

doors

of

bor-

ing

for-

ty-

some-

things

n'

rise.

Oh,

and

if

you

wanna

lose

your

frown

Or your

name

or

e-

ven

your

face,

Lick

up

a

dream

that

see-

ming-

ly

sings

with

whist-

ling

ne-

on

breath.

"Come

'n

have

a

drink

with

us,

A

lit-

tle

wine

or

a

nice

cham-

pagne?",

"Oh

thanks

that's

nice,"

and

I

would

de-

cline,

But

at

night

things

seem

to

change.

Peo-

ple

got

a

name

for

us,

'cos

we

escape

the

strain

of

the

days,

Oh

we

stretch

at

the

sides

and

bend

in

our

minds

but

we'll

ne-

ver

e-

ver

change.

And if

you're

feelin'

that

way

now,

Or

if

you

e-

ver

feel

so

in-

clined,

Well

kick

in

the

shins

of

all

the

fuck-

in'

whin-

gers

and

rise.

Oh and

if

you

wan-

na

lose

your

frown,

Or your

name

or

e-

ven

your

face,

Lick

up

a

dream

that

see-

ming-

ly

sings

with

whist-

ling

ne-

on

breath.

Sid

was

at

the

gates

of

dawn,

And

Jim-

my

said

ride

the

snake:

So

we

bent

our

spoons

and

howled

at

the

moon

to

find

what

science

re-

placed.

And

it

turns

out

it

ain't

that

much...

Tho'

I

may've

missed-

it

in

the

haze,

Oh

it

drips

in

the

mind

and

fills

up

your

eyes,

But

we'll

ne-

ver

be

the

same...(Shhh...)

But

if

you're

ever

com-

ing

down,

Or

if

you

e-

ver

take

too

much,

Re-

mem-

ber

that's

much

bet-

ter

than

ne-

ver

e-

ver

get-

ting

e-

nough.

So

if

you

wan-

na

lose

your

frown,

Or your

name

or

e-

ven

your

face,

Lick

up

a

dream

that

see-

ming-

ly

screams

with

rush-

ing

ne-

on

death...alright!

Ohhh

All

your

spi-

rits

gone,

and

you

are

bare-

ly

a-

li-

ve.

You

hand

me

a

smoke,

though

it's

like

you

hard-

ly

no-

tice.

And

it's

sad

I

sup-

pose,

When

I

look

in-

to

your

eyes y'say:

"Al-

ways

seems

to

go

this

way,

no

mat-

ter

what's

at

stake,

Oh

it

seems

to

go

this

way

with

eve-

ry-

thing

I

start!"

Eve-

ry-

thing

I

start.

Oh

so if

you're

feelin'

that

way

now,

Or if

you

e-

ver

feel

so

in-

clined,

Skip

past

the

doors

of

bor-

ing

for-

ty-

some-

things'n

rise.

But

if

you

wan-

na

lose

your

frown,

Or

your

name

or

even

your

face,

Lick

up

a

dream

that

seem-

ing-

ly

sings

with

rust-

ling

ne-

on

death.

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