Let there be love Let there be love Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me? Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams? One, two, three, four I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Ring a ring of roses A pocket full of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down Ashes on the water Ashes in the sea Ashes on the riverside One, two, three

But don't just sit with folded hands and become blind 'Cause even when there is no star in sight You'll always be my only guiding light Well I know I had it all on the line One, two, three We're on the permanent red The glaze on my eyes When I heard your

One, two, three Right, two, three March, two, three It's just the way it is But I got a mind to show my strength And I got a right to speak my mind And I'm gonna pay for this They're gonna burn me at the stake But I got a fire in my veins

Here come the runts Baby you are a runt I am a runt Lets start the magic Lets start the sun Lets stop the holy Four three two one

When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon) Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon) Pick a fight at an airport bar Gimmie gimmie some of that vampire money c'mon One, two, three, four Everybody party 'til the gasman comes Sparkle like Bowie in the morning

There's none more Scots Than the Scots abroad There's a place in our hearts For the old sod One, two, three From the old sod to the new land We came over by the score We cut the ties said goodbye And closed the old world door

Let it rock you, let it rock you Death of the Prodigy dancer One for the troubles Two for the time Three for the lyrics Four for the rhyme Where's the response? Well this is where I kill the dancer