The Light User Syndrome

You're the one that always runs the show
And happiness comes easy when its bright and breezy
Sudden inspiration to a session man's sensation
I've got to get up early this morning
Gotta get my early warning

How will she ever know?
You're the one that always runs the show
You're the one that always runs the show
You're the one that always runs the show
Inside. outside. turn around.
I'm a session man
I'm a session man

And, just how you knew
I'm falling through a grate
But happiness comes easy
In your company

I dont need to mince my words
I dont need to mince my....

You're the one who always runs the show
You're the one who always runs the show
You're the one who always runs the show

That's where the session ends

You're the one who always runs the show

'cos you're the one who always runs the show
I'm a session man
I'm not broken like the other man
They look just the same
I'm a session man
I'm a session man
Inside. outside. turn around
I got to get up early this morning
Gotta go and get my early dawn in.
Inside. outside. turn around
Just how you knew i was falling through
I knew you were not insane
Your chains were much like mine
I'm a session man
Like the other man
Other man/men
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Other man
Other man
Other man
You're the one who always runs the show
Other man
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Other man
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Other man
Inside. outside. turn around
Other man
Other man
That's where the session ends.

Nobody ever gave him a good turn. what do you expect? he was always let down. they never wanted to let his action down. but also they wanted it sublime sheffieldism and equality equally. he was
S in the middle for him. on the fields. brooklands. they said tone it down. we all understood him. but he is hostile.

We are the elite gangsters of the damned, criminals of the damp. you must come with us, and hunt down - the hostile.

For years they have believed we were inspired by the holy spirit and the work of god. they still recognize that many prominent n.c. members are wonderful people. they're warm, intelligent, but t
Ly misguided.

Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. they call us "shadowy." anti-hostile. they demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the individual. hostile.

Many times, brothers, have they tried to discredit out gangsterism. and now we're old, the elite of the damned.

Anti-hostile.

The chiselers
He is desperate
Passed on
The 9th richest, bar none
The chiselers

He is short
They are short
The stones are short
Mr grumbly, with a white ferrari, is short
Giving you hard looks

In the long long yeltsin days
Get in touch
They're skint
Relocation due for the chiseler

Dry hump, in the hip club

Chiseler, chiseler, you're a godamn chiseler
Internet

The chiselers

He is desperate
They are desparate
One mad, bad, one mad
The arab in

Chiselers
He is short
Pink floyd are short
(internet)

9th richest country in the world bar none

Dry hump, in the hip club

Basically
Chiselers
Chiselers
Chiselers

Dry hump, in the hip club

I try to think like you do
Act like you do
Try to dress like you do
I thought i was you

Now you turn around
Point your finger at me
Say i'm chilinist
You think i'm the pits

The chiselers are here
And when they appear
You know i'll disappear again
The chisellers are there
And everywhere
And now i'll never come here again

I think like you do
I act like you do
I thought i was you

I need no persuasion
You know what to say
The process is clear
You are not happy

I try to think like you do
Dress like you do
I thought i was you

Chiseler!

Coliseum. the coliseum.
Look out, burn
You ought to know this by now.
You with the empty crane over....
They're the gatekeepers and the sentinels.
Their jokes are hum-drum.

The coliseum. [x4]

Brown brass leading up to ionic columns.
Trust them.
Sometimes that is not enough
In the vast cavernous emptiness
That is the world of the callow.

But they stood outside at bottom
The coliseum. [x3]

Trust them.
But sometimes that's not enough
In the vast cavernous....

The coliseum.[x2]

And you have to have a good condition
To get into the coliseum.

And the jingle jangle of this city
Makes you hunger and down.
You have to have a good condition
To get into the coliseum.

The coliseum.[x4

Brown brass leading up to ionic columns,
But sometimes that's not enough....
Their jokes are hum-drum.

About 7:30 to 8:00,
Tiredness sets in.
You want to take a little break
And get out of home.

The coliseum.[x4]

Brown brass....
You've got to have a good condition
To get into....

These people, they will never ever learn.
They are not fit to walk through
The ionic columns of
The coliseum.
The coliseum.

You've got to have a good condition
To get into the coliseum.

See the fleet of cruising cars
Go past the stations and the bars.
Never stop to get out
In case they choose to cruise about.

Well, i tell you, that boy,
He stopped up at the station.
He must be on a mission of passion
Couldn't make out whether he was from
Salford or...ah... manchester.

And this london visitor had this to say:
"cheater"
Cheetham hill.

Only way you stop is for passion at the station.
Why you cruising? to be unfaithful.
You want to settle up, you want to settle down.
And some man really hurt you.
He isn't around in cheetham.
You cheated.

Well i tell you,
That boy, he stopped up at the station.
He must be on a mission of passion.

Cheater.
Cheetham hill.

Where you going, boy? are you cheatin'?
Is that why you come from cheetham hill?
When you stopped up at the station
Was it an excuse to get away from your wife for the evening?

Couldn't make out whether he was from
(max or mary)
Salford or...ah...manchester
(chutney ferret)
And this london visitor had this to say

"cheater"
Cheetham.
(cheetham hill.)

(customised
Intentional
There's no need to go berserk
You don't scratch my nice blue merc
I won't need to go berserk
If you don't scratch my nice green merc)

And the boy stopped up
At the passion wagon
We couldn't make out where he was from
Salford or manchester
And this london visitor had this to say

Das vulture ans das nutter-wain
Das vulture ans das nutter-wain
La la la la la la

Das vulture ans das nutter ein wain
Vulture ans das nutter-wain
Vulture
Ans das nutter ein wain

Jester
Jester
Parson's prayer
So few and far between

Down and out
Carry on clown
Paint your face
And close your mouth
Vulture
Ein das nutter
La la la la la la

Vulture

Das vulture ans das ans
Ein nutter wain
Vulture ans ein nutter-wain
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Carry on clown
Ans vulture ans ein nutter-wain

You gotta keep those wheels of mine
Rolling and burning down the highway
Last night that girl of mine left me yearning
Best start learning to see things my way
Hit me for the very first time
And we're gonna turn around
I'm leaving her love behind
And getting out of town
I won't back down
I won't turn round
From the last exit to brooklyn
Last chance to turn around
Last exit to brooklyn
Gonna keep these old wheels going covering ground

Last night that girl of mine left me trying
And lying she deceived me
[i'll alter] all these tears with the wipers
You'd better believe me
She said she was mine alone
But i know otherwise
I thought she was mine alone
I saw her with a guy
I want her back
It's all in the past
That's why l'm last exit to brooklyn
Last chance to turn around
Last exit to brooklyn
Last chance to turn around

She said she was mine alone
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
I saw her with a guy
And that's the reason why
I'll pass the last
The last exit to brooklyn
The last chance to turn around

In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one (the last numeral was upside down), johnny drummer came to the outskirts of town.

People came out and shouted at him. some people came out and shouted at him, "say, show us your sticks." then they went back to their computer tricks.

He'd hit a town with no life, to begin, where they forgot the facts. two sticks make up a cross. why is it always this way? why do they always have to say, "hey, johnny, get out of the way.
;

He looked in the mirror and said, "i am not him." he stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in. the window hosted at least 45 men. wondered which one was waiting for him. and t
Y at the machine meant him no harm, but to him the boy was staring again at him. the rhythm over in his head again.

Men, boys and girls! don't ever follow the path of being hard and tough when your heart is soft.