My Insatiable One /Clowns / It Was a Very Good Year
My Insatiable One
In the high life, i've got this feeling now
I've got this horrible feeling
On the escalator they took it out on him
As the ridiculous world went
Oh he is gone
He's my insatiable one
Oh he is gone
He's my insatiable one...oh
On the high wire, dressed in a leotard
There wobbles one hell of a retard
On the escalator
We sh*t paracetemol
As the ridiculous world goes by
Oh he is gone
He's my insatiable one
Oh he is gone
He's my insatiable one

Clowns
Take a look at us
Hate where there was lust
The trip like honey
But lust don't mean a thing
When all we do is shout and scream
It's almost funny
We're like clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now
It's such a lonely sound
Mouths that once exchanged
Kisses in the rain
Are full of pain now
It all seems so absurd
When every sentence and every word
It's so painful
We like clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now
Such a lonely sound
Clowns
Faces with painted frowns now
Sat on a merry-go-round now
Such a lonely sound...

It Was A Very Good Year
When i was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year
For small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When i was seventeen
When i was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When i was twenty-one
When i was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When i was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now i think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year