Plans made in the nursery

Can change the course of history

Belief is the way

The way of the innocent

And when I say innocent

I should say naive

I don't want to start

Any blasphemous rumours

But I think that God's

Got a sick sense of humour

And when I die

I expect to find Him laughing

Things must change

We must rearrange them

Or we'll have to estrange them

All that I'm saying

A game's not worth playing

Over and over again

You wear guilt

Like shackles on your feet

Like a halo in reverse

Soap won't wash away your shame.

I've read more than a hundred books

Seeing love mentioned many thousand times

But despite all the places I've looked

It's still no clearer

I'm still no nearer

The meaning of love

You can't change the world

But you can change the facts

And when you change the facts

You change points of view

If you change points of view

You may change a vote

And when you change a vote

You may change the world

Pain and misery always hit the spot

Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got

Strangelove

Strange highs and strange lows

Strangelove

That's how my love goes

Strangelove

Will you give it to me

Will you take the pain

I will give to you

Again and again

And will you return it

Words like violence

Break the silence

Come crashing in

Into my little world

Pain is ready, pain is waiting

Primed to do it's educating

So we're different colours

And we're different creeds

And different people have different needs

It's obvious you hate me

Though I've done nothing wrong

I've never even met you so what could I have done

I can't understand

What makes a man

Hate another man

Help me understand

Help me understand

Now you're punching

And you're kicking

And you're shouting at me

I'm relying on your common decency

So far it hasn't surfaced

But I'm sure it exists

It just takes a while to travel

From your head to your fists

Hide what you have to hide

And tell what you have to tell

You'll see your problems multiplied

If you continually decide

To faithfully pursue

The policy of truth

To the soul's desires

The body listens

What the flesh requires

Keeps the heart imprisoned

If I could just hide

The sinner inside

And keep him denied

How sweet life would be

If I could be free

From the sinner in me

What use is a souvenir

Of something we once had

When all it ever does is

Make me feel bad?

The narrowest path

Is always the holiest

I surrender all control

To the desire that consumes me whole

And leads me by the hand to infinity

That lies in wait at the heart of me

The damage is done

And I feel diseased

I'm down on my knees

And I need forgiveness

Someone to bear witness

To the goodness within

Beneath the sin

Although I may flirt

With all kinds of dirt

To the point of disease

Now I want release

From all this decay

Take it away

I was born with the wrong sign

In the wrong house

With the wrong ascendancy

I took the wrong road

That led to the wrong tendencies

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time

For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme

On the wrong day of the wrong week

I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm

Death is everywhere

The more I look

The more I see

The more I feel

A sense of urgency

Tonight