Platinum Collection

If all you've got to do today is find peace of mind
Come round you can take a piece of mine
And if all you've got to do today is hesitate,
Come here, you can leave it late with me.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself,
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page, you give me road rage,
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.

If all you've got to prove today is your innocence,
Calm down, you're as guilty as can be,
But as all you've got to lose, alludes to yesterday,
Yesterday's through, now do anything you please.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page you give me road rage
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
You're losing your mind.

You, you've been racing through the best days
You, you've been racing through the best days.
Space age, road rage, fast lane,

And if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind
Come here, you can take a piece of mine.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page, you give me road rage,
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.

But you and I know,
We all live in the space age, coming down with road rage,
Racing through the best days
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over,
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over, you and I know
We all live in the space age, you give me road rage,
Racing to the best days
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
Losing your mind

Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white
If you go, I'll come without a fight
I'm sick of hearing damning words
Of you come cursing through my head
And I'm too proud to sit here,
Chasing time, wasting things we shared,
Or thought we had.

You said, I'm you digging a home
Truth is, you left a long time ago
But you can turn it on and play the innocent, Though you've been caught.
And I'm too proud to sit here,
Saying everything is how it was.
Never been this sure.
Take it from where you want to grow,
There's always tomorrow.
I'd rather have you smile than have you fall,
No matter where you go.

Ten men in trial of love succeed
All those in Arthur Street will walk free.
And you can turn it on and play
At anything you ever wanted to.
Cause you're not dull and I'm not strong
Enough to carry on wondering
How we're gonna see this through.

Forgive me if I seem to be
Impatient and obscene
It's just I'd like to fall so flat
And hear the voices shouting back

Tinkerbell should have waited
Before turning on the TV show
Tinkerbell should have waited
Before turning on the TV show

As orange buffoons dance,
They booked a faker in advance
Left purple jungles in a trance
To raise the nepotistic chant

Tinkerbell should have waited
Before turning on the TV show
Tinkerbell should have waited
Before turning on the TV show

Tinkerbell should have waited
Before turning on the TV show be
She should have waited,
She should have waited before the show

The TV show . . . the TV show
The TV show . . . the TV show
(La la la la la la)
So you want to be a star?

Tell the monkey where you are,
look the monkey in the eye
(the TV show . . . the TV show)
Did you fly into a rage?

Did you lust for centre stage?
Look the monkey in the eye
(the TV show . . . the TV show)
E G be

Did you yearn to leave your mark?
Did you swear that you'd go far?
Look the monkey in the eye
(The TV show . . . the TV show)

E G be
If you want to be a star tell the monkey
Where you are, look the monkey in the eye
(The TV show . . . the TV show)
E G be

La la la la la la la la la la la la

You've got a lot to answer for,
But baby I love you.
But baby I love you.
If it turns to blue, what are we gonna do
If it stays on white, will it be alright.
If it all turns sour, it's too late
The CSA are bound to find you soon.
If you want to talk, then talk about it
You could talk all night if you wanted
You could talk all night and day, but
I'd think by now you know exactly
How to end up here
Are you looking for the sun?
Are you looking out for me?

You've got a lot to answer for,
But baby I love you.
But baby I love you.
You said I got the looks
Well I got the means
Let's get together, mix each other's genes
Let's get together, mix each other's genes
Can't buy myself a future,
My DNA will be past it's sell by date
Are you looking for a son?
See are you holding out for me?

Small wonder you've not heard from her
She's gone now, back in england
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh
But you know and i that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
Why blunder? there's no wonder
You've been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you: it could happen
But don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave
If you're last to leave here
''cause you know and i that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
And you know and i that all men are fly
And all girls must die, or something
To fade

Chance dreams that cut across the bed,
Leaving colours there instead
See lines that draw it to an end, ignore them
And if I say how I feel again,
Is it wise to do it?
Or like hearing for the umpteenth time,
Some despise
Don't you fall asleep there's lots of things
I need to say that just won't keep
Sweet sweet sweet sweet catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)

And with my fears in the back of my mind,
Will they gang up on me?
And when I least expect them
To they'll devour me
Don't you turn aside,
Your tired ears must hear me out
There's nowhere to hide

Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
Don't you turn aside,
Your tired ears must hear me out
There's nowhere to hide

Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)

(And with my fears in the back of my mind,
Will they gang up on me?)
Sweet sweet sweet sweet Catatonia,
I should have told you (ah ah)
(And when I least expect them to
They'll devour me)

I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me

I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there behind walls of sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me

Here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand
Here I am