live ATT和marquee

Same thing happens every day
Cant explain it any way
Sun comes up day goes by
Sun goes down and thats when I
Come alive to the fact
That Ive really got no control
I
m a live twenty fine
But Ive still got no control
Of me of you
Control of the hole
That the post comes through
One stop here two stops there
One big scream and I
m back in my chair
Im alive to the fact that
Ive really got no control
Im a live twenty five
But Ive still got no control ;
And we talk too much
And we wont let go
We relax too much
In the after glow
But were alive at the marquee
Live at the Marquee
And its just another country
But they change there times and sides
Like the farcical feet of a marching band
So were all getting cynical
Their smiles may fade
But we don
t care anymore
We
re a boys brigade
So we all die of cancer
For a few flowers outside
Or a day in the life of a fruit machine
And were all playing asteroids
Theres a score on the screen
Not a soul in the worlds gonna beat
But it won
t stop me