Live At The Marquee

Same thing happens every day

Cant explain it any way

Sun comes up day goes by

Sun goes down and that's when I

Come alive to the fact

That Ive really got no control

Im a live twenty fine

But Ive still got no control

Of me of you

Control of the hole

That the post comes through

One stop here two stops there

One big scream and Im back in my chair

Im alive to the fact that

Ive really got no control

Im a live twenty five

But Ive still got no control;

And we talk too much

And we won't let go

We relax too much

In the after glow

But we're alive at the marquee

Live at the Marquee

And it's just another country

But they change there times and sides

Like the farcical feet of a marching band

So we're all getting cynical

Their smiles may fade

But we dont care anymore

Were a boys brigade

So we all die of cancer

For a few flowers outside

Or a day in the life of a fruit machine

And we're all playing asteroids

There's a score on the screen

Not a soul in the worlds gonna beat

But it wont stop me