(Willcox/Bogen)
Just the same old world in a new dimension
All pent up with a few more tensions
Sleepless mouths, restless feet
Waiting to enter dead end street
Too many people inhabit this stage
All in confusion and all in a rage
War machines, fascist regimes
Laser beams, futurist dreams
The way you behave is an ignorant disgrace
want to sink my fist right into your face
Too many people inhabit this stage
All in confusion and all in a rage
Spending every day resting o
One Flight Down lyrics

One flight down
There's a song on low
And your mind just picked up on the sound
Now you know you're wrong
Because it drifts like smoke
And it's been there playing all along
Now you know
Now you know

The reeds and b
n blades
Fighting in the streets, having wars and no peace
No food, no money, no babies to feed
In a land of broken dreams, only tears are free
You live your lives in decadence
Make us smile and then repent
Walk the streets behind war paints
While the sinners become the saints
Too many people inhabit this stage
All in confusion and all in a rage
Spending every day resting on blades
Fighting in the streets, having wars and no peace
No food, no money, no babies to feed
In a land of broken dreams, only 
Red Wine And Whisky lyrics

Thunder and lightning down on the beach

Me and my boyfriend got five cents each.
Got to learn to keep moving on

got to learn to keep grooving on.
Got to learn to keep moving on

got to learn to keep grooving on.

Red w
ears are free
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people inhabit this stage
All in confusion and all in a rage
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many
Suffer Great Nation lyrics

* [VERSE I]
There's no turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning
Knowing the day after creates a new day dawning
This is the season of the non-conformist
The arms race where the hare is beaten by the to
people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people, too many people
Too many people
Toyah Willcox - vocals
Peter Van hooke - drums
Ian Wherry - keyboards
Phil Palmer - guitar
Alan Carvell - backing vocals
Toyah Willcox - backing vocals
Chris Neil - backing vocals