The Lyrical Chain Game

What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed?

 

And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, a lie

 

And you radiate cold shards of broken glass..

PIGS/PINK FLOYD.........

 

I love the sound of breaking glass

 

this is the sound of the suburbs

 

underground, overground, wombling free
Wombles of Wimbledon Common are we

 

My lack of education hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall

 

all in all you're just another brick in the wall

 

because we love our queen
we mean it maaaaan !

(god save the queen - sex pistols)

 

No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road?

 

Look what's happening out in the streets...

 

rape me, rape me my friend

 

Well shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the sun and the end
Of a shyness that is criminally broken.......

 

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets f Birmingham.......
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I wonder to myself>>>>>>
hang the DJ

 

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side

 

Evrywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy ...

 

Oh the grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
And he marched them down again

 

And It's Hi Ho silver lining, everywhere you go now baby!

 

so ride a white swan
like the people of the Beltane
Wear your hair long,
babe you can't go wrong

Catch a bright star and a place it on your fore-head
Say a few spells and baby, there you go
Take a black cat and sit it on your shoulder
And in the morning you'll know all you know, oh oh
(trex)

 

My people were fair and had sky in their hair
But now they're content to wear stars on their brows

(OK it's a title rather than a lyric but what the heck ...)