Archive for the ‘Oingo Boingo’ Category

What You See

Monday, August 8th, 2011

What you see is what you get
Don’t relax you’re not home yet
What you see is what you get
Don’t relax you’re not home yet

Put your life into my hands
Look around you’ll understand
Put your life into my hands

It’s the ’80′s idiot
What you see is what you get
It’s...

We Close Our Eyes

Sunday, July 31st, 2011

We close our eyes
We close our eyes and dream and the world has turned around again

When everybody is running in the big race
And having a good time
Who am I to cast a shadow
Who am I?
I looked Death in the face last night
I saw him in a mirror
And he simply smiled
He told me not to worry
He told me...

Who Do You Want to Be?

Friday, May 20th, 2011

CHORUS
Who do you want to be today?
Who do you want to be?
Who do you want to be today?
Do you want to be just like someone on T.V.?

Oh boredom is so terrible, it’s like a dread disease
Nothing could be worse
than when there’s nothing on T.V.
I’d rather be a cowboy than to stare blank at the walls...

Pain

Monday, February 28th, 2011

Welcome to my little world…completely self-contained, yeah
Your problems they will soon be gone (we soak up lots of pain), yeah

If life is a reflecting pool–then we are like a sponge, yeah
Absorbing the good with the bad–we soak up…soak it up

So give me all your troubled thoughts
And baggage you can’t...

Private Life

Sunday, November 28th, 2010

This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
I’ve got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
come and get me out of here

This is my private place, Everythig is neatand clean,
The skeletons are hidden in the closet,
This is my private place, come & get me out of here

CHORUS
This is my...

Good For Your Soul

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

Have you ever felt that somehow
you were not yourself
That your body was the same
but everything around you wasn’t right
And images so strange and foreign
Flooded in like raging water

Have you ever been in love
with someone you hardly knew
Whereas every time you closed your eyes,
you saw this person...

Wild Sex (In The Working Class)

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

I work so hard trying to make a few buck
I pass the hours in a dream
The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my nose
There’s only one thing keeps me on my feet

BRIDGE
I may be greasing the wheels in a noisy factory
I may be hunched over metal machines
Watching the gears as they move
just reminds me
of...

Home Again

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

Where is she going – ooh, she looks like she’s lost
Won’t someone help her – somebody give her a hand
she’s got such sweet eyes – look like they’ve seen too much
Knew someone like here – nobody helped, but she’s
Home again…Home again…Home again

Where are you going...