I find it hard
to drive your stupid car
I find it hard
'cause i never get that farand you put my brain in overload
and I can't change gears
I cannot see the roadyou got concrete eyes
and I cannot see your face
and I failed in life
'cause you crushed me with your handsand you put my brain in overload
I can't change gears
I cannot see the road
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Stupid Car
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 peacenow 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 goyou're inside my head
inside my headwhat do you want from me
now you got me
now my energy
you suck from me
and I'm holding on
for dear lifequit smothering me
quit laughing at me
I've got a disease
an english disease
it won't let go
it won't let goyou're inside my head
inside my headwhatever you put in that syringe
whatever you really fed to him
he's sitting there inside of meand you bother me, you possess me
you're there again, ahead of me
and I won't let go, I won't let goyou'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 holidaywas always tangled up in knots
to keep myself from speaking up
but no one's listening anyway
just trying to bribe meand 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 mantoday I wrote a bad cheque
packed a bag and took a jet
but no-one's looking anway
I hope they miss mesometimes 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 skateboardsI want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
but mum and dad will not give inand I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inno I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inand now I know just what it is
it's called disease and it's got my head
it always runs where I hidetoo scared to talk
too scared to try
too scared to know the reasons why
and all my friends say bye byeand I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle inno 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 questionseasy 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 choiceanywhere I go
you are always there
outside the car
or in my hairI think I've been here before
yes I've been here before
the last time you locked
all the doorsand I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I don't have a choiceand yes I am wary
yes I am waryI think I've told you once
I think I needed advice
you were such a help
that's very niceI think I've been here before
yes I've been here before
but this time I kick down your dooryes 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 realiseoh 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 diehe 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 offso what, pop is dead, long live pop,
one final line of coke to jack him off
jack him offhe 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