Ants Invasion -- Adam and The Ants

10:35 and I hope I've made the right decision.
Heart is beating I'm alive, but I don't call this living.
Rationalise till I'm blue in the face,
you cannot lose if you throw the race.
I'm still searching for the
ants invasion.

10:36 and I hope I've made the right decision
Ninety eight point four's the bore with twenty twenty vision.
You want a thrill so you come and see me, a cheap line in fantasy.
But I'm still searching for the, ants invasion.

If I'd the courage, I would make my way home.
Too many antics in the forbidden zone.

10:38 and I think I've made the wrong decision.
Another lifeless man with a strange incision.
I hope that insect doesn't see me.
He's not renowned for his courtesy.
I'm not searching for the ants invasion.

Blasphemous Rumours -- Depeche Mode

Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her.
Slashed her wrists, bored with life.
Didn't succeed, thank the Lord for small mercies.

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again.
Sixteen candles burn in her mind.
She takes the blame, it's always the same.
She goes down on her knees and prays.

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up on a life support machine

Summer's day, as she passed away.
Birds were singing in the summer sky.
Then came the rain, and once again.
A tear fell from her mother's eye.

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Dark Entries -- Bauhaus

Caressing bent up to the jug again,
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please miss Lane
Leave me with some pain

Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price

Trying so hard to find what? What was right
I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues
Girating through some lonesome devils row

Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks posessing holes
He often sleekly offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics
Of lonely office clerks
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye

Driven Like The Snow -- Sisters of Mercy

Still night, nothing for miles
White curtain come down
Kill the lights in the middle of the road
And take a look around...
It don't help to be one of the chosen
One of the few, to be sure
When the wheels are spinning around

And the ground is frozen through, and you're
Driven like the snow
Pure in heart
Driven together
And given
Away to the west
A white dress
'Til the river don't run

A black dress
Looking like mine
'Til the sun don't shine no more
Where the sky meets the ground
Where the street fold round
Where the voice you hold don't
make no sound, look

Snow on the river and two by two
Took a lot to live a lot like you, I don't
Go there now, but I hear they sung
Their "Fuck me and marry me young"
Some wild idea and a big white bed, now
You know better than that, I said

Like a voice in the wind blows little crystals down
Like brittle things will break before they turn
Like lipstick on my cigarette
And the ice get harder overhead
Like think it twice but never never learn...

And the mist will wrap around us
And the crystal, if you touch it...

And the cars
Lost in the drift
Are there
And the people that drive
Lost in the drift
Are there

And the cares I've
Lost in the drift
Are there
Theirs, ours
Lost in the drift
Are...
Driven
Driven together
And driven
Apart .