Sunday, December 2, 2007

Stupid Car

I find it hard
to drive your stupid car
I find it hard
'cause i never get that far

and you put my brain in overload
and I can't change gears
I cannot see the road

you got concrete eyes
and I cannot see your face
and I failed in life
'cause you crushed me with your hands

and you put my brain in overload
I can't change gears
I cannot see the road

Inside My Head

what do you want from me
now you got me
now my fingers bleed
now they're staring at me
I'm coward now
I hold my peace

now you tie me up to your feather bed
and I twist and turn in a chinese burn
you won't let go
you won't let go

you're inside my head
inside my head

what do you want from me
now you got me
now my energy
you suck from me
and I'm holding on
for dear life

quit smothering me
quit laughing at me
I've got a disease
an english disease
it won't let go
it won't let go

you're inside my head
inside my head

whatever you put in that syringe
whatever you really fed to him
he's sitting there inside of me

and you bother me, you possess me
you're there again, ahead of me
and I won't let go, I won't let go

you're inside my head
inside my head
inside my head
inside my head

Million Dollar Question

was always waiting for the crush
the car to drive right through the shops
to call in sick and late for work
and take a holiday

was always tangled up in knots
to keep myself from speaking up
but no one's listening anyway
just trying to bribe me

and if it's alright, then what are we doing here
and if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear
and if it's alright, I'll tell you 'cause you'll never understand
and if it's alright, I'll beg you, because I'm a begging kind of man

today I wrote a bad cheque
packed a bag and took a jet
but no-one's looking anway
I hope they miss me

sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake

Faithless, the Wonder Boy

I've had these jeans since I was born
and now they're ripped
and now they're torn
and all my friends have skateboards

I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
but mum and dad will not give in

and I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in

no I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in

and now I know just what it is
it's called disease and it's got my head
it always runs where I hide

too scared to talk
too scared to try
too scared to know the reasons why
and all my friends say bye bye

and I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in

no I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in

Coke Babies

easy living, easy hold
easy teething, easy fold
easy listening, easy love
easy answers to easy questions

easy tumble, easy doll
easy rumble, easy fall
I get up on easy love
I get up on easy questions

Yes I Am

I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I don't have a choice

anywhere I go
you are always there
outside the car
or in my hair

I think I've been here before
yes I've been here before
the last time you locked
all the doors

and I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I don't have a choice

and yes I am wary
yes I am wary

I think I've told you once
I think I needed advice
you were such a help
that's very nice

I think I've been here before
yes I've been here before
but this time I kick down your door

yes I am wary
yes I am wary

Pop is Dead

oh no, pop is dead, long live pop
it died an ugly death by back-catalogue
and now you know it gets you nowhere
and now you know, you realise

oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up
we raise the dead, but they won't stand up
and radio has salmonella
and now you know you're gonna die

he left this message for us

so what pop is dead, it's no great loss
so many facelifts, his face flew off
the emperor really has no clothes on
and his skin is peeling off

so what, pop is dead, long live pop,
one final line of coke to jack him off
jack him off

he left this message for us

he left this message for us

he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead
he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead
he's dead, he's dead, pop is dead