Lyrics: Long Breakdown Album: Dark At The End Of The Tunnel Artist: Oingo Boingo Everywhere . . . everywhere, there is something to believe in Everyone, and his brother, has a massage for me somewhere I believe . ….
Lyrics: Wake Up (it’s 1984) Album: Good For Your Soul Artist: Oingo Boingo Wake up! won’t you listen to me Wake up! won’t you listen to me Won’t you listen to me Wake up! won’t you listen to me…
Lyrics: Lost Like This Album: Boingo Artist: Oingo Boingo I’m standing all alone out in the pouring rain And though it really isn’t like me to complain I think i’m getting used to it. i feel happy, and i…
Lyrics: Pain Album: Boi-ngo Artist: Oingo Boingo Welcome to my little world…completely self-contained, yeah Your problems they will soon be gone (we soak up lots of pain), yeah If life is a reflecting pool–then we are like a sponge,…
Lyrics: Can’t See (useless) Album: Boingo Artist: Oingo Boingo We were both cast forth from the same pale hand And we both moved freely in the shadowlands And we both were sculpted by the same cold wind And we…
Lyrics: The Last Time Album: Unknown Artist: Oingo Boingo Now it’s the last time to remember what you said to me And i’m the last person in the world i thought i’d be And now it’s high time to…
Lyrics: Controller Album: Farewell Artist: Oingo Boingo There’s someone knockin’ on my door There’s someone knockin’ on my door I think they’re looking for me I think they’re looking for me Pretend there ain’t nobody home Don’t make a…
Lyrics: Insects Album: Nothing To Fear Artist: Oingo Boingo Tiny insects in my hair Tiny insects everywhere Tiny insects in my pants Watching insects make romance Insects make me make me want to dance dance dance They make want…
Lyrics: Wild Sex (in The Working Class) Album: Boingo Alive Artist: Oingo Boingo I work so hard trying to make a few buck I pass the hours in a dream The sweat keeps rolling off the tip of my…
Lyrics: Where Do All My Friends Go? Album: Boi-ngo Artist: Oingo Boingo When lightning strikes and we are sleeping When everyone around is dreaming When children aren’t children no more When parents aren’t behind the door When football’s over…
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