Take your message to the streets tonight - rebel son There's a restless voice that's callin' you Through the darkest night - fight the fight - rebel son To yourself alone you must be true Shatter the silence Fill the night with your righteous defiance

But stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was round in the places she’s supposed to be round Now you can take the waitress or the blonde over there Stand back John, that’s the size I wear She was five foot two, about ninety-five pounds You can take

I'm tripping like, oh oh I'm tripping like, oh You know, you know Show yourself There's nobody else Strip the layers away Oh let me unfold your love There's a fire below And we're not made of stone

If teardrops could be bottled There'd be swimming pools filled by models Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore If "I love you" was a promise Would you break it, if you're honest Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you

Well there's a bridge and there's a river that I still must cross As I'm going on my journey Oh, I might be lost And there's a road I have to follow, a place I have to go Well no-one told me just how to get there But when I get there I'll know Cause I'm

In the city I know there must be somethin' better In the city, oh, oh. Somewhere out there on that horizon Out beyond the neon lights But there's nowhere else in sight It's survival in the city When you live from day to day City streets don't have much

How long, must this feeling go on How long, must I stand the pain and Waiting for the night Every time I see you and I look into your eyes There's a feeling that I get And it's way down deep inside, girl I've been trying to hold on, but you say that

Cry me a river Cry me a river (cry me, cry me) Cry me a river (go on and just) The damage is done, so I guess I be leaving You don't have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from him Now there's just no chance With you and me

Deadly as the viper Peering from its coil The poison there is coming to the boil Ticking like a time bomb The fuse is running short on the verge of snapping if it's caught And all the pressure that's been building up For all the years it bore the load

There's a reason for the twenty first century Not too sure but I know that it's meant to be Oh, oh oh, oh oh And that it's meant to be Like a Cain and Abel It's time to run this table All the creatures On the beaches Making waves in a motion picture