It’s the sound of science.
It’s the sound of science.
Sound system gonna bring me back up, yeah, one thing that I can depend on.
Welcome to the jungle.
No sleep ‘till Brooklyn.
Don’t fall on me.
The band was so hot, my beer got warm.
If you see me getting high, knock me down – I’m not bigger than life.
You take what you get to get what you please.
Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality.
You’re not around but you’re plain to see – I hear you’re voice and you’re telling me.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
You say times are tough – we got the best of both worlds here.
I’ll take advantage while you hang me out to dry, but I can’t see you every night – free.
Drive my car into the ocean – you think I’m dead, but I sail away.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.
So slide over here and give me a moment. Your moves are so raw, I’ve got to let you know.
Let me go on like I blister in the sun.
Let’s ride a tire down the river Euphrates.
End of passion play, crumbling away, I’m your source of self-destruction.
We’re through being cool.
It’s a holiday in Cambodia. It’s tough, kid, but it’s life.
Who’s house? Run’s house.
Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
And I can’t believe how lonely it is here on K Street, there’s no one like me here on K Street.
Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up.
How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
Hello, my friend, are you visible today? You know I never knew that it could be so strange.
Don’t believe them when they tell me there ain’t no cure – the rich stay healthy, the sick stay poor. I believe in love.
I’m expressing with my full capabilities, and now I’m living in correctional facilities.
Shot through the heart and you’re to blame darling: you give love a bad name.
Fate – up against your will – through the thick and thin.
It’s a dead man’s party, who could ask for more? Everybody’s coming, leave your body at the door.
In New York, the people talk and try to make us rhyme, they really hawk, but we just walk because we have no time.
They call us walking corpses, unholy living dead. They had to lock us up, put us in their British hell.
And I’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline.
Baby, please don’t go down to New Orleans, you know I love you so, baby please don’t go.
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself, don’t get caught.
Big shot, I want the whole lot. And if you like it or not, I still control you.
Freedom of choice is what you got. Freedom from choice is what you want.
There’s gotta be a better place, there’s got to be, so let’s get on the move.
And I’m free, free fallin’.
I’m not the man you think I am.
This pressure got to stop.
Just turn that dial, make your music worthwhile.
You don’t have to answer me, you don’t have to call me back. Your phone’s off the hook, but you’re not.
Fill up the bucket with whatever you got. Make sure it’s something that the bucket likes a lot.
We get ourselves in situations I don’t understand – that always leads to confrontations getting out of hand.
Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies – well, that’s no surprise.
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
Look now, look all around, there’s no sign of life. Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?