Instructions from the manual could not have been much more plain the blues are still required the blues are still required again Past territorial piss-posts past whispers in the closets past screamin' from the rooftops we live to survive our paradoxes

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

Blue on black Push on a shove It don't mean much Tears on a river Joker on jack Match on a fire Cold on ice A dead man's touch Whisper on a scream

Oh, fight me Oh, a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee I woke up and he was screaming, I'd left him dreaming I roll over and shake him tightly and whisper If they want you, oh, they're gonna have to fight me I woke up on a bench on Shepherd's Bush