(brooker / fisher / reid) Glimpses of nirvana In the darkness of the night, only...
Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown, Which I know not whether to his belongeth;...
(reed) My mama told me, ever since i was seven, Hold your head up high....
Wir haben den fuß am gas Und alles fest am griff, Uns entgeht kein letzter...
I'm gnawing on the knowledge That i have been burnt And i'm learning things that...
Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on,...
Whenever i get dressed up I feel like an ex-con...
When i was seven I asked my mother To trip...
I hate men with connections I hate your connections I...
I want to tell you about a man You won't...
Bloody rag and a broken string of pearls On your...
There are some terrible gossips in this town There are...
I am not easily led Despite the head I was...
The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of...
Granted passage Into the finer days How i got here...