Art Of Making Sense - A

Art Of Making Sense - A

There's an angel on the corner
And they say she's watching over
Over when we are under
Fall asleep on the ground

[Pre chorus:]
Hey
Can you feel it calling your name
Like a storm on a bone in the rain
The pain now going you're not around

[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can't wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense

I gotta rock another city
I gotta break another country
I'm gonna kick it til i'm 50
Or i'm deep in the ground

[Pre chorus:]
Hey
Not another bone for the pain
I'm never drinking again
It don't make sense when you're not around

[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can't wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense

[Solo]

There's a devil on the road [x3]

[Pre chorus:]
I can feel it call your name
The feeling that's keeping me sane
Wide awake when you're not around

[Chorus:]
Wide awake for the night again
Awake for the night again
Hanging on the phone i can't wait a minute longer
Gonna teach you the art of making sense

Better Off With Him - A

Better Off With Him - A

Run around,
What's the frequency you're on?
Get around,
That's addiction you'll get some.
Heart attack,
Not as big as the next one.
Pulling back,
Things look different when you're young.
Can't find a, good reason.
Can't fight this way i'm feeling.
These jealous, teenagers,
That laugh at my behaviour.

You'd be better off without me,
Hate to see you sorry,
Days are closing in,
You're better off with him.
Its boring but i'm making,
Promises i'm breaking,
Days are growing thin,
You're better off with,

Anyone,
Makes no difference just pick one.
Get around,
What's the frequency you're on.
You're scared around,
Conversations you're never wrong.
You're better off,
New relations,
You're better off,
You're better off,

You'd be better off without me,
Hate to see you sorry,
Days are closing in,
You're better off with him.
Its boring but i'm making,
Promises i'm breaking,
Days are growing thin,
You're better off with,

I can't take it anymore,
I can't concentrate.
You run around,
In my brain, yeah you run around
You're not having fun no more,
There's a thousand ways.
You get around,
In my brain, yeah you get around.
Run around, what's the frequency you're on?
Get around, what's the frequency you're on?

You'd be better off without me,
Hate to see you sorry,
Days are closing in,
You're better off with him.
Its boring but i'm making,
Promises i'm breaking,
Days are growing thin,
You're better off with,
You'd be better off without me,
Hate to see you sorry,
Days are closing in,
You're better off with him.
Its boring but i'm making,
Promises i'm breaking,
Days are growing thin,
You're better off.
You're better off.
You're better off with him...

Rush Song - A

Rush Song - A

On and on like a Rush song, like a long one
You're the miss in the partnership, yeah the right one
There will come a day when Ill bury you
I will go the same way, together,
Whatever there awaits us I'm gonna get through

And the closest thing to Jesus is suffering
And the closest thing between us is air
Don't say a word, that's not enough

Makes me sick when I think of it in the wrong way
Shitting bricks when I enter it in my bad brains
Like a wound up toy I'm kicking and a screaming
Emo boy, naive and semi-functioning
Hey this is a love song, hands up if you feel it.

And the closest thing to Jesus is suffering
And the closest thing between us is air
Don't say a word, that's not enough

And the closest thing to Jesus is suffering
And the closest thing between us is air
And the moment that's between us is everything
Don't say a word, that's not enough

Hi-Fi Serious - A

Hi-Fi Serious - A

Right back at you, record three
Makes you wish that you were me
'Cos we got no job for life
Build 'em up like Frank Lloyd Wright
No two days turn out the same
Only sleeping on the plane
Not exactly Monkey days
C'mon, rock it up, from the back to the front, go!

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, so come on

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, bring it on!

Banshee wailing from my throat
Only dogs can hear the notes
Be myself to pay the bills
From L.A. to Skillmans Hill
We've done time for stealing shows
There ain't nothing we don't know
Plug us in and watch us go!

C'mon, rock it up, we're all about to jump from the back to the front, go!

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, so come on

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, bring it on!

Hot, like the desert sky
You're so cool on the inside
You hate being recognised
Going off on outside

Gotta get up, gotta get out, picking it up, gotta get up, gotta get out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, picking it up, gotta get up, gotta get out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, picking it up, gotta get up, gotta get out
Got a fever and I want to clear my lungs!

Coming round for one more go
Way too loud for radio
Mosh pit full of casualties
OAP's get in for free
Time to even out the score
Thought we'd done enough before
Now we're kicking down your door

Come on, rock it up, to the back
Measure twice, cut it once
Clear the room, we're barbequeing up for lunch!

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, so come on

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, bring it on!

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, so come on

So get your, so get your ears on
So get your, so get your ears on
'Cos I'm Hi-Fi, Hi-Fi
I'm serious, bring it on!

Why Don't You Cry About It? - A

Why Don't You Cry About It? - A

I'm so tired, I need sleep
I'm talking to my pillow case, what's wrong with me?
I make mistakes, but them's the breaks
I'm crying out for anyone to come and rescue me

Talk about a new wave (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a way to save the day (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a new world
Just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it
Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you cry about it?

Life's a bitch, and so am I
If you want it bad enough, there's lots of easy ways to die

Talk about a new wave (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a way to save the day (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a new world
Just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it
Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go
Why don't you cry about it?

Talk about a new wave (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a way to save the day (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh!)
Talk about a new world
Just not today

Hey there, why you look so sad?
What made you so mad that you can't
You can't get over it
Hey there, why you look so hurt?
You get what you deserve, you know, here we go

Why don't you, why can't you
So tough when no-one knows you
No homies, so lonely
Why don't you cry about it now?