The Stranglers

The plastic peaches there On concrete beaches there You see the leeches there You see the leeches there It's soft marshmallow there It's oh so shallow there In Dead Loss Angeles In Dead Loss Angeles The dredged up mastodon Has got his glasses on He's

Someday I'm going to smack your face Someday I'm going to smack your face Somebody's going to call your bluff Somebody's going to treat you rough Sometimes there is only one way out I've got to fight Sometimes I get to feel so mean Sometimes I get to

Harry and me we live in a dream With a friend like him I don't need enemies I don't know where morning is That's the trouble when Harry's around He forces me to play I should have refused to meet this midnight cheat He likes to prey on my mind with h

Many people tell you that they're your friend You believe them You need them For what's round the river bend Make sure that you're receiving the signals they send 'Cause brother you've only got two hands to lend Maybe there's someone who makes you we

Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with

Death and night and blood Death and night and blood (Death and night and blood) (Death and night and blood) When I saw that sparta in his eyes Young death is good (Death and night and blood) (Death and night and blood) And we decided that to die ther

I never knew what made me do it I just remember it was wrong I've questioned why I put you through it Who would have thought you'd be so strong I should have wrapped you up and kept you safe Instead I turned my back on you Chorus: You can't deny ther

Big girl in the red dress She's just trying to impress us And she's got the barley fever But she doesn't make a sound She's just hanging around She's just hanging around Down the court road early With the Hustlers big and burly There's a million of '

Strolling along minding my own buisness Well there goes a girl and a half She's got me going up and down She's got me going up and down Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches Well i got the notion girl that you got some suntan lotion In that b

Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky? He got an ice pick That made his ears burn Whatever happened to dear old Lenny? The great Elmyra, and Sancho Panza? Whatever happened to the heroes? Whatever happened to the heroes? Whatever happened to all the hero