Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me

Oh things ain't what they used to be, no no Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east Whoa mercy, mercy me, Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas, fish full of mercury

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah Until the end of time This one's for the lovers If you're out there, let me hear you say Let me set the mood right In this life 'Cause I'm gonna make you feel alright I'm gonna set the mood right Because if your love was all I

Hey nice to know ya Whoa, yeah, yeah Burnin' down the circus Don't know how to work this out (Hey nice to know ya Hey nice to know ya) Started out a novice Finished like an artist Cryin' in the lobby, oh

My heart beats for love It's the sound that I hear, tells me not to give up It breathes in my chest and It runs through my blood Whoa ooh oh oh oh yeah I'm screaming out, can you hear me now? I've been stranded on a lonely street Got lost in the shadows

I'll bear the cross on Judgment Day I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me Oh, whoa, yeah, on Judgment Day It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

The Jean Genie loves chimney stacks He's outrageous, he screams and he bawls (Jean Genie) Jean Genie, let yourself go, whoah The Jean Genie lives on his back Poor little Greenie, ooh-ooh A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and