Lyrics to Party

world party - world party
, ba, ba, bah) climb the hill and see the creatures (ba, ba, ba, bah) run about their world (world party ) how can i say, no? (no,

bloc party - rhododendron
ando or james dean waiting so long for your wrists to get thick waiting so long for the next great party so many questions, so little to say you don't need these weights boy, what you gonna do with your

bloc party - song for clay (disappear here)
re afraid to merge on the freeway disappear here we stroll past the queue into the magazine launch party i'm handed a pill and i swallow it with complete disdain kick drum pounds, off-beat high hats reme

bloc party - storm and stress
fight for a last rite you can fight a new fight you can fight it's alright you're the life of the party you make my world spin around the first time is the next time this time is the last time and this t

slumber party girls - good times
w put your hands up, put your hands up we just having a good time that?s what?s up good time, come party with us good time,

the birthday party - 6" gold blade
i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl she: lying through her teeth, him: on his back hands off this one, hands off! she cried grinning at me from hip to hip hands off, pretty baby, tough party

the birthday party - a dead song
this is true oh! this is true it's true mister forever said nothing said i can sing hit it! make it a dead one with words like with words like blood and soldier and mother o.k. o.k. i want to i wanna party

the birthday party - big-jesus-trash-can
right big jesus, soul mates, trash can well, it's a fucking rotten business this both feet in the bad-boot lie stiff in the crypt, baby, like a rock in a rock, in a rock, in a rock big jesus, soul m party

the birthday party - blast off
blast off wham bam this time it's the truth this time nothing's gonna fall on through these books are broken up blast off wham bam right off the shelf right off the shelf right off the shelf blast o party

the birthday party - blundertown
blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm smothered in mud at the foot of the river the color vague is slapped around stupid blood dries to a very dull color i'm drowning and there is no relief from party

the birthday party - capers
what has not got my heart in it shall we be dubbed sir names wither million blither tongues mounting bristling guilt frames in the fake - ache of the gloomloom slippers slap me alive! the hour hands d party

the birthday party - cry
when ya walk outa here when ya walk out i gotta fill up that space or fill up that no-space i'll fill it up with tears i'll fill it up with tears i'll fill it up with tears i'll fill it up with tears party

the birthday party - dead joe
dead joe joe, joe joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe oh, welcome to the car smash oh, welcome to the car smash now, welcome to the car smash a-a-a-a-a party

the birthday party - deep in the woods
you thought she?d care for you and so you acted smart go on an break, you crazy heart you lived on promises i knew would fall apart go on and break you crazy heart you never would admit you were mist party

the birthday party - dull day
the light from the window falls on the floor and after it breaks i cut my feet on the little bright pieces (i glow in the dark) but only when night falls it's falling it's falling it's falling it's f party

the birthday party - dumb europe
on this european night out on the brink the cafes and the bars still stink the air is much too thick for seeing but not thick enough for leaning i leave in a catatonic crawl and if i die tonight then party

the birthday party - fears of gun
gun wears his alcoholism well finger in bottle and swingin' it still from bed to sink and back again clock is crawlin' round the same he's bustin' clock (he hates its face) just sittin' and talkin' to party

the birthday party - figure of fun
wow! uh oh i am a figure of fun obsessive, dead-pan and moribund [creantic girl] seasick i am the figure of fun [?] i baked in the sun i have no luck in love i have no luck in anything i am a figur party

the birthday party - hamlet (pow, pow, pow)
h a m l e t, yeah hamlet's fishin' in the grave, fishin' in the grave through the custard bones and stuff he ain't got no friend in there, no he ain't got no friend in there i believe our man's in lov party