Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Lotta money, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

I'm so sorry for everything All night I lay on my pillow and pray For my boss to stop me in the hallway Lay my head on his shoulder and say Son, I've been hearing good things I wake up without warning and go flying around the house In my sauvignon

How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me? How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face

Four hundred thousend years ago They came from outer space And gave us life here We are taking everything for granted I don't think we should do this now And when I see the smoke all around I feel like I'm now From humankind down there I feel like

Missing person at the window I wonder where you are Staring at me Used to come around here every day Now you're breakin' Used to be the one that is not ashamed Now you shamin' Lost in all the wars we fought Never saw a road

It's not submission, it's just the look in her eyes There's no decision, it's just the look in her eyes She's not pretending, it's just the look in her eyes She's not suggesting, it's just the look in her eyes See the line all around the block Watch all

Nirvana, nirvana, nirvana, nirvana When I'm feeling tired She pushed food through the door And I crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

All these small things they gather round me Gather round me Has the world gone mad Or is it me? Is it all so very bad? I can’t see Gather around me All in my mind I walked down Mayflower Road again