Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She’s on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do ’cause I’m feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

I love she
She loves me
See you
See you

Thought you might to know
I’m the lorry driver man
She’s on the run
Down by the river side
feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges

They would try to tell me something
Oh, but I was hearing nothing
When they said you was just playing me
I didn’t listen
I didn’t want to
You couldn’t find a blinder fool
I’m here
Searching through the wreckage
Wondering why the message never got through
And I found I misplaced all of my faith
How could I put my faith in you?

How many times?
How many lies?
How long you been sneaking?
How long you been creeping around?
How many lies?
How many times?
Were you here decieving
When I was here believing in you

I got to put the blame on myself
Should’ve known with everyone else
Just knowing they knew you was just bad news
I should’ve walked out (I should’ve walked out)
I should’ve seen clear (I should’ve seen clear)
I’m glad your sad ass is out of here
I’ve gone and thrown out all the records
All the ones that ever reminded me of you
I’ve gone and tore up all the pictures
‘Cause there was not one shred of truth

How many times?
How many lies?
How long you been sneaking?
How long you been creeping around?
How many lies?
How many times?
Were you here decieving
When I was here believing in you

There were so many times
There were so many lies
I don’t know why I stayed on you
There were so many days
There were so many games
I should’ve thrown your sad ass out
But now the game is through
I’ll never trust in you
I’ve finally got wise
I opened up my eyes
Your game is over

I’ve gone and thrown out all the records
All the ones that ever reminded me of you
I’ve gone and tore up all the pictures
‘Cause there was not one shred of truth

How many times?
How many lies?
How long you been sneaking?
How long you been creeping around?
How many lies?
How many times?
Were you here decieving
When I was here believing in you

How many times?
How many lies?
How long you been sneaking?
How long you been creeping around?
How many lies?
How many times?
Were you here decieving
When I was here believing in you

I opened up my eyes
Oh
Yeah

And so I find myself here once again – first step down Remedy Lane
Budapest you tore my world apart – well, here I am
Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes
But now I’m back to shake that from my life

Ending Theme, ending theme
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

Back again at Deak Ter – I know I could have left her there
It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear
The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest
Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest in my…

ENDING THEME
ENDING THEME
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

to be honest I don’t know what I’m looking for – who to be
sitting here as once before, weeks ago – just waiting for a knock on that door
and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don’t know, I just don’t know
’cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I’m simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don’t know
but I saw so much of me in you, the me I’ve missed, the young and free in you
but still, that doesn’t mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don’t know

ending theme
ending theme
Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
ending theme
ending theme
Ripping at the seams, for an opening

to be honest I don’t know what I’m looking for…
lying here, watching you leave through that door

It goes one for the money homie, two for the show.
We tore the roof off this mother now it’s time to blow.
Like we don’t need no water, don’t bother, we let it burn.
We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way you’ll learn.
Respect I earned, started with the clique that i hanged.
Respect I earned, ever since i got in this game.
Respect I earned, never wanting fortune or fame.
I’d rather have these south Diego streets knowin my name.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.

We bang boogy through your system, subliminal.
We lyrical murderin like we criminals.
It’s life or death, medical decision.
We so dope out the lab that you need a prescription.
The hood is listenin, so for you that i wrote this.
Keep it underground, stickin to the streets like the homeless.
With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D.
Cause we triple O, oh triple, triple OG.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back.

Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.
Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back .
It’s Lights Out, Game Over.
Worldwide homie pay respect.
Lights Out, microphone check.
It’s Lights Out, microphone check.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out.