Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown Oh oh, look what you've done Photograph I don't want your Photograph I don't need your Photograph all I've got is a photograph You're all I want, my fantasy I gotta have you Photograph I'm out a love

While you sleep in earthly delight Someone's flesh is rotting tonight Like no other to you What you have done you can not undo Still your soul will suffer this plight You have never stood this close to where you want to be You have always waded in the

Can we be saved, has the damage all been done? A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine Save us from what we have become tonight Eyes glazed with distrust, no sense of wrong or right Its back breaks

Bad news is good business, you're the king of the tits Dear mr murdoch, what have you done With your news of the screws and your soaraway sun? You sharpen our hatred You've blunted our minds We're drowning in nipples and bingo and sex crimes How many

And I won't be back till fall Oh see, see see rider Girl see, what you've done Oh, oh, oh see see rider See what you've done now You've gone away and left me, Lord, now and now the blues have come, oh yes, they do Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby Oh

No remorse No repent We don't care what it meant Another day Another death Another sorrow Another breath War without end No mercy for what we are doing No thought to even what we have done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one

Is it all because of my rebel heart? Why do I keep dreaming of you? I don't know what it is that makes me run That makes me wanna shatter everything that I've done Nothing matters, all is futile You told me once I have a rebel heart I don't know if

I'm not around that much Running exhausted and lost If it could be undone Will it have costed? It's taught and lost Blowing away we stray, wilted Insuited, at fault What if the day had stayed in bed These baubles we've brought

You brought some joy inside my tears You you you made life's history You have done what no one thought could be You've brought some joy inside my tears I've always come to the conclusion that 'but' is the way Of asking for permission to lay something

And it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done? Beatrice, I love my phonograph She got a phonograph Beatrice, she got a phonograph Beatrice got a phonograph But it won't say a lonesome word What evil has the poor girl heard? But you broke my