• The Police,

    Song Quote Artist Song Title
    There is no political solution to our troubled evolution. The Police, Spirits In The Material World
    There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out. The Police, King Of Pain
    There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed, there's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread. The Police, King Of Pain
    You've sent my letters back and all my records and they're all scratched. The Police, Can't Stand Losing You
    There has to be an invisible sun that gives us hope when the whole day's done. The Police, Invisible Sun
    There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web, that's my soul up there. The Police, King Of Pain
    We messed our pants, then we lost our faith, and prayed to TV. The Police, Born In The 50's
    You'll be sorry when I'm dead, and all this guilt will be on your head. I guess you'll call it suicide, but I'm too full to swallow my pride. The Police, Can't Stand Losing You
    Synchronicity, a connecting principle, linked to the invisible, almost imperceptible, something inexpressible. The Police, Synchronicity I
    Words that scream for your submission, and no-ones jamming their transmission. Cause when their eloquence escapes you, their logic ties you up and rapes you. The Police, De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
    Experience something different with our new imported toy. She's loving, warm, inflatable, and a guarantee of joy. The Police, Be My Girl Sally
    I get thru' day but late at night, made love to my pillow but it didn't feel right. The Police, The Bed's Too Big Without You
    The bed's too big without you. The Police, The Bed's Too Big Without You
    Hey mighty brontosaurus, don't you have a lesson for us. The Police, Walking In Your Footsteps
    I have only come here seeking knowledge, things they wouldn't teach me in college. The Police, Wrapped Around Your Finger
    Young teacher, the subject of school girl fantasy. The Police, Don't Stand So Close To Me
    Another working day has ended, only the rush hour hell to face. Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes, contestants in a suicidal race. The Police, Synchronicity II
    Every so called meeting with his so called superior is a humiliating kick in the crotch. The Police, Synchronicity II
    Secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street. The Police, Synchronicity II
    Walking in your footsteps, hey, Mr. Dinosaur... The Police, Walking In Your Footsteps