Life from a window
I'm just taking in the view
Life from a window
Watching everyone around you

With me there's no room for the future
With me there's no room with a view at all

And now for those of you watching in black and white, this one is in Technicolor

All that rugby puts hairs on your chest
What chance have you got against a tie and a crest

Sitting on the train
You're nearly there
You're a part of the production line

I wanna say, I wanna tell you
About the young ideas

We have the power to control the whole land
You never must question our motives or plans

If you gave me a dream for my pocket
You'd be plugging in the wrong socket

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm going to put it in the fruit machine

I wish this grave would open up and swallow me alive

To touch your face in the morning light
I hope you're always gonna be around

I've a little money and a take away curry
I'm on my way home to my wife

Hi,

How are things in your little world
I hope they're going well, and you are too

Love’s with a passion called hate
And what you give is what you get

But you find out life isn't like that
It's so hard to comprehend

So nice to see you tonight,
And I'm, so glad that you came

I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons

this is just the beginning !

The place I love is a million miles away
It's too far for the eye to see