I wake up to the sound of music

It's a good, good, good day

So tell him that it's now or never

I'm gonna run this nothing town

No thought was put into this

Never been the type to not acknowledge all the signs

Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street

Give a little of what you have left

You damn right I am proud of myself, man

Spin this formula into eurphoric erotica

When you forget how lucky you are

My bad fortune slipping away

We've come too far to give up who we are

Fate up against your will

Do it

Getting lost, getting high, hit it up, bring it down

If I could let go, would I fit in?

I'd bang it all day

A little part of it in everyone

Get more for your money, man

Come a little bit closer

Born again overnight

You've lit the fires well

I'll play the game and pretend

Just try to see in the dark, just try to make it work

This is the 13th birthday of the Tearoom of Despair, which means we're heading into the moody and horny era of its teens. All the best!

She can talk to the mangling strangers

Extra time, on the ground

I said to my reflection - 'Let's get out of this place'

He ōrite tātou katoa

Any smile you might see has all been rehearsed

They're justified, and they're ancient, and they drive an ice cream van