Bombs up in my face Darren Hayes

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Now everybody's beautiful when they're young
And I should know
I’ve had more than my share of fun
There’s all this fascination
With the impossibly thin
With the surface of things
Airbrush Photoshop creation

In all that we are losing aren't we just confusing youth with beauty?
Truth with duty?
There’s something on the telly ‘bout North Korea
Some war broke out don’t trust the media
I’d like to get a suntan
Some dude was shot in Pakistan

The track’s got noddage
Moves my bodagage
The track’s got noddage
The track’s got noddage

They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it

I was walking through the city past a phone shop
And a homeless man was lying there looked almost dead and no one seemed to bother
I ran into rock and roll band, two or three of them, maybe four(?)
This one punk just nineteen years old he gave me his persuasion
He stared at me with his one black eye
Looked down at me like I didn’t have a life
And he was right, at least not the kind of life he’d been paradin’
Same sex union
Change the constitution
You can carry a gun
But you better not fall in love with someone
The President who fucked the world for every future boy and girl
Is golding in Aruba
With a suntan
And scuba

The track’s got noddage
Moves my boddage
The track’s got noddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage
Moves my boddage

They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it

Now everybody dies or fades away
A permutation white and grey
A synergy of light and dust and skin cells constantly aging
You fell in love with the dream to fuck forever endlessly
But you don’t
And that’s o.k.
The rest is better anyway
Botox bungle CNN
Infomercial count to ten
Change the channel VCR
Something’s on my radar

The track’s got noddage
Moves my boddage
The track’s got noddage

They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it
They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
They’ve got those bombs up in my face
Don’t want to talk about it

They’ve got those bombs up in the planes
They’ve got those bombs up in the trains
Don’t want to talk about it




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