“She looks like the real thingShe tastes like the real thingMy fake plastic loveBut I can't help the feelingI could blow through the ceilingIf I just turn and run”

“When you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're just like an angelYour skin makes me cry ”

“If I could be who you wanted, all the time”

“Karma PoliceKarma policearrest this man,he talks in maths,he buzzes like a fridge,he’s like a detuned radio.Karma policearrest this girl,her Hitler hairdois making me feel illand we have crashed her party.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.Karma policeI’ve given all I can,it’s not enough,I’ve given all I canbut we’re still on the payroll.This is what you get,this is what you get,this is what you get,when you mess with us.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.For a minute thereI lost myself, I lost myself.Phew, for a minute there,I lost myself, I lost myself.”

“All I NeedI’m the next actwaiting in the wingsI’m an animalTrapped in your hot carI am all the daysthat you choose to ignoreYou are all I needYou are all I needI’m in the middle of your pictureLying in the reedsI am a mothwho just wants to share your lightI’m just an insecttrying to get out of the nightI only stick with youbecause there are no othersYou are all I needYou are all I needI’m in the middle of your pictureLying in the reedsIt’s all wrongIt’s all rightIt’s all wrong”

“Limb by limb and tooth by tooth,Tearing up inside of me,Every day, every hour, just wish that I...Was bulletproof”

“Paranoid AndroidPlease could you stop the noise, I’m trying to get some restFrom all the unborn chicken voices in my headWhat’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)What’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)When I am king, you will be first against the wallWith your opinion which is of no consequence at allWhat’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)What’s that…? (I may be paranoid, but no android)Ambition makes you look pretty uglyKicking and squealing gucci little piggyYou don’t rememberYou don’t rememberWhy don’t you remember my name?Off with his head, manOff with his head, manWhy don’t you remember my name?I guess he does….Rain down, rain downCome on rain down on meFrom a great heightFrom a great height… height…Rain down, rain downCome on rain down on meFrom a great heightFrom a great height… height…Rain down, rain downCome on rain down on meThat’s it, sirYou’re leavingThe crackle of pigskinThe dust and the screamingThe yuppies networkingThe panic, the vomitThe panic, the vomitGod loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!”