A Rush And a Push And The Land Is Ours
HelloI am the ghost of troubled JoeHung by his pretty white neckSome eighteen months agoI travelled to a mystical time zoneBut I missed my bedSo I soon came home
They said:"There's too much caffeineIn your blood streamAnd a lack of real spiceIn your life"I said:"Leave me alone because I'm alright, dadJust surprised to still be on my own"...
Oh, but don't mention loveI'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land thatWe stand on is oursIt has been beforeSo it shall be againAnd people who are uglier than you and IThey take what they need, and leave
Oh, but don't mention loveI'd hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land thatWe stand on is oursIt has been beforeSo why can't it be now?And people who are weaker than you and IThey take what they want from life
Oh, but don't mention loveNo - just don't mention love!
A rush and a push and the landThat we stand on is oursYour youth may be goneBut you're still a yound manSo phone me, phone me, phone meSo phone me, phone me, phone meOoh, I think I'm in loveOoh, I think I'm in loveOoh, I think I'm in love