There's a high wind blowin, & the stars are shining bright, Oh what a night, this is gonna be-- I think I'll let the world sleep without me. I got one eye open, one eye closed. & My thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes, My hearts beatin' against the roof of my mouth --It's almost time to get out of this house. I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel, I got my right foot on the floorboard,-- & I'm preparing to kill or be killed. There's a high wind blowin', & the stars are shining bright. & The rain upon the tarmac, --helps me sail through the traffic lights, I'm heading down to the dock of the bay, --to feel the power of the waves, I'm gonna move up close to that wind, & Wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings. Y'see I'm stuck between hell & the deep blue sea, & I know that water's sucked under better man than me, I was just another western guy, --with desires that couldn't be satisfied, So one day, I asked the angels for inspiration, --but the devil bought me a drink, & He's been buying them ever since, He's had the liquor on my tongue --feel like the sea upon the sand, He's had me signing confessions --from this shaking hand, He's had me struggling to hang onto hope-- Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat With a bottle of vodka in my overcoat, & My dog eared bible lost--overboard Y'see he tricked me into temptation, So I've tricked him into this confrontation, I never said I was the man I appeared to be Not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity. Or the soul on fire--scribbling thoughts for posterity. I'm gonna have little lucifer, runnin' off to purgatory, --with his tail between his legs, I'm gonna teach him a lesson --he ain't ever gonna forget. All the vultures & crows are fixin up some tombstones But they won't be chewing the meat off my bones. There's a high wind blowin' & the stars are shining bright. Me & him are gonna have a little knife fight, --in the bowels of the big city skyline, Oh this feelin' inside runs dark & deep --Tonight my hearts not thumping --A Mercy Beat I was just another western guy, With desires that couldn't be--satisfied.

With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty You're going off limits, going off duty Going off the rails, going off with booty They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland? There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work You've come to shoot the pony, they've come to do the jerk They leave him half way to paradise They leave you half way to bliss The ladies' invitation never seemed like this The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland? The long arm of the law Slides up the outskirts of town Meanwhile in Clubland They are ready to pull them down Hey The right to work is traded in For the right to refuse admission Don't pass out now, there's no refund (When) Did you find out what you were missing? The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment Thursday to Saturday, money's gone already Some things come in common these days Your hands and work aren't steady The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland?

Born in the middle of a second big baby boom Those noisy boys just might have spoken up too soon Now I'm looking for a little girl, I wonder where she's gone Big money for families having more than one Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around Whatever happened to the pride of the nation? They say: "Just wait until you break formation" She was sitting pretty on a velvet cushion But her bedroom eyes were like a button she was pushing She said: "When they get to Dover they'll be be taking over" I said I'd come to her defense and then she pulled me over Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around I'm in the foxhole, I'm down in the trench I'd be a hero but I can't stand the stench The Fitness Institute was full of General Motormen And the "Hello House of Beauty" wouldn't stand a chance with them The chairman of this boredom is a compliment collector I'd like to be his funeral director Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around Please don't turn around Please don't turn around Don't turn around Don't turn around Don't turn around

Nice girls, not one with a defect Cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct Red dogs under illegal legs She looks so good that he gets down and begs She is watching the detectives "Ooh, it's so cute" She's watching the detectives When they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot They beat him up until the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Long shot of that jumping sign Invisible shivers running down my spine Cut to baby taking off her clothes Closeup of the sign that says "we never close" You snatch a chill and you match a cigarette She pulls your eyes out with a face like a magnet I don't know how much more of this I can take She's filing her nails while they're dragging the lake She is watching the detectives "Oh, he's so cute" She is watching the detectives Oh, and they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot They beat him up until the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart You think you're alone until you realize you're in it Now baby's here to stay, love is here for a visit They call it instant justice when it's past the legal limit Someone's scratching at the window, I wonder, who is it? The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents Who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay It only took my little fingers to blow you away Just like watching the detectives Don't get cute Just like watching the detectives I get so angry when the teardrops start But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Watching the detectives It's just like watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives Watching the detectives

So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes The pretty things of Knightsbridge Lying for a minister of state Is a far cry from the nod and wink Here at traitor's gate 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? There's a twopenny ha'penny millionaire Looking for a fourpenny one With a tight grip on the short hairs Of the public imagination But for his private wife and kids somehow Real life becomes a rumor Days of Dutch courage Just three French letters and a German sense of humor He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge He stands to be insulted, and he pays for the privilege To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? The biggest wheels of industry Retire sharp and short And the after-dinner overtures Are nothing but an afterthought Somebody's creeping in the kitchen There's a reputation to be made Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge Who's up late polishing the blade Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? Will you still love A man out of time? Will you still love A man out of time? Ooh

Don't say you love me when it's just a rumour Don't say a word if there is any doubt. Sometimes I think that love is just a tumour; You've got to cut it out. You say you're sorry for the things that you've done. You say you're sorry but you know you don't mean it. I wouldn't worry. I had so much fun. Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being It's you Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue It's you Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue Oh yeah. Get to the slot machine almost dead on arrival Just hit me one more time with that live wire Maybe they told you you were only a girl in a million You say I've got no feelings; This is a good way to kill them. Select the control and then insert the token You wanna throw me away but I'm not broken. You've got a lot to say. Well I'm not joking. There are some words they don't allow to be spoken. Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being It's you Not just another mouth in the lipstick vogue

Don't start that talking I could talk all night My mind was sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to rights Call careers information Have you got yourself an occupation? Oliver's Army is here to stay Oliver's Army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else Than here today There was a Checkpoint Charlie He didn't crack a smile But it's no laughing party When you've been on the murder mile All it takes is one itchy trigger One more widow one less white nigga Oliver's Army is here to stay Oliver's Army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else Than here today Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne But there's no danger It's a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg Oliver's Army is here to stay Oliver's Army are on their way And I would rather be anywhere else Than here today And I would rather be anywhere else Than here today And I would rather be anywhere else Than here today Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh