The Best Hits Lyrics

Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walking
'till the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets
They go searching to see God
In their own way
Save the night time
For your weeping
Your weeping

Singing la la la la la la ehh
And the night over London hey

So we rode down to the river
Where the
(something something)
For the curses to be broken
We go underneath the arches
Where the witches are
(something something)
There are ghost towns
In the ocean
The ocean

Singing la la la la la la ehh
And the night over London hey

Gunners in the houses
And gunners in my head
And all the cemeteries
In London
I see god come in my garden
But I don't know what he said
For my heart it wasn't open
Not open

Singing
La la la la la la ehh
And the night
Over London hey

Singing
La la la la la la eh
There's no light
Over London today

Lost
Just because I'm losing
Doesn't mean I'm lost
Doesn't mean I'll stop
Doesn't mean I will cross

Just because I'm hurting
Doesn't mean I'm hurt
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I've tried to cross
And every door I ever tried was locked
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off...

You might be a big fish
In a little pond
Doesn't mean you've won
'Cause along may come
A bigger one
And you'll be lost

Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing starts
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off…

42
Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh...

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head oh…
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh…

Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close

You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close
You didn't get to heaven but you oh oh
Oh oh…

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living my head
Oh...

Lovers In Japan
Lovers, keep on the road you're on
Runners, until the race is run
Soldiers, you've got to soldier on
Sometimes even right is wrong

They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day, we are gonna get out

Tonight maybe we're gonna run
Dreaming of the Osaka sun
Ohh ohh...
Dreaming of when the morning comes

They are turning my head out
To see what I'm all about
Keeping my head down
To see what it feels like now
But I have no doubt
One day the sun will come out

Reign of Love
Reign of love
I can't let go
To the sea I offer
This heavy load

Locusts will lift me up
I'm just a prisoner
In a Reign of love

Locusts will
Let us stop
I wish I'd spoken
To the Reign of love

Reign of love
By the church we're waiting
Reign of love
My knees go praying

How I wish I'd spoken up
Or we'd been carried
To the Reign of love

Yes
When it started we had hopes
Now my back's on the line
My back's on the ropes

When it started we were alright
But night makes a fool of us in daylight

Yeah we were dying of frustration
Saying "Lord lead me not into temptation"

But it's not easy when she turns you on
Since they gone

If you'll only, if you'll only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess

God, only God knows I'm trying my best
But I'm so tired of this loneliness

So, up they picked me by the big toe
I was held from the rooftop then they let go

There's only screaming
Let the windows down
As I come to the ground

If you'll only, if you'll only say yes
Whether you will's anybody's guess

God, only God knows she won't let me rest
But I'm just so tired of this loneliness
I've become so tired of this loneliness

Chinese Sleep Chant
Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep crucify (??)
Sleep crucify (??)

Fall asleep
Fall asleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep satisfied
Sleep satisfied

Viva La Vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Violet Hill
Was a long and dark December
From the rooftops I remember
There was snow
White snow

Clearly I remember
From the windows they were watching
While we froze down below

When the future's architectured
By a carnival of idiots on show
You'd better lie low

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

Was a long and dark December
When the banks became cathedrals
And the fog
Became God

Priests clutched onto bibles
And went out to fit their rifles
And the cross was held aloft

Bury me in honor
When I'm dead and hit the ground
A love back home unfolds

If you love me
Won't you let me know?

I don't want to be a soldier
With the captain of some sinking ship
With snow, far below

So if you love me
Why'd you let me go?

I took my love down to violet hill
There we sat in snow
All that time she was silent still

So if you love me
Won't you let me know?

If you love me,
Won't you let me know?

Strawberry Swing
They were sitting
They were sitting
In the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking
In the strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn't wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water
Bring me round
Now my feet
Won't touch the ground
Cold, cold water
What ya say?
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up
To strawberry swing
I can't wait 'til the morning
Wouldn't wanna change a thing

People leaving all the time
Inside
A perfectly straight line
Don't you wanna curve away
It's such
It's such a perfect day
It's such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Could be blue
Could be grey
Without you
I'm just miles away

Could be blue
I don't mind
Without you
It's a waste of time

Death And All His Friends
All winter
We got carried
Oh
Way over on the rooftops
Let's get married
All summer we just hurried
So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry
So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry

So come over
Just be patient
And don't worry
And don't worry

No I don't wanna battle
From beginning to end
I don't wanna cycle
Recycle revenge
I don't wanna follow
Death and all his friends

No I don't wanna battle
From beginning to end
I don't wanna cycle
Recycle revenge
I don't wanna follow
Death and all of his friends

The Escapist
And in the end
We lie awake
And we dream
We'll make an escape

And in the end
We lie awake
And we dream
We'll make an escape

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L.A.M.F
Slithering towards the dream,
All infected with the same disease,
Awaiting your flesh to be cloaked in silver.
As the fat rats grovel,
Ready to steal your innocence and exploit your soul
Some will hit their knees in a rancid act of desperation

While others search for a hopeless god to save them

For every FOUR, there will be 100,000 fallen

Drowning in a cesspool of awareness that they have failed

This city...full of plastic angels will seduce you...

WELCOME TO LOS ANGELES....

Face Down In The Dirt
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

All I ever heard as a kid was "you're born to lose"
All I ever wanted was a shot at breakin' the rules

I wanna make a lotta money
But I don't wanna go to school
I don't wanna get a real job
I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet it my head

I ran away and pawned my soul for a switchblade knife
Met a man from mars and a couple other freaks that night

I wanna take on the world
I wanna bang a million girls
I don't wanna wear a three piece suit
I don't wanna be you

I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be dead
I'd rather be face down in the dirt
With a bullet it my head

It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it

What's It Gonna Take
We were drinkin' dinner on the sunset strip
The girls doin' powder got a little on her lip
It's just another night... Man I can't take this

Runnin' outta money and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label say we'll never write a hit
Shit... Man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it
What's it gonna take to make it
I'm a sorry mother fucker tired of livin in the gutter
Get Me Outta Here
What's it gonna take to make it
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here

So we wrote another song cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound, we didn't fit the times
And the radio station said "it's way too loud"

We took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight...man I can't take this

Everything's dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow
What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin and the decay of angels
What's it gonna take
To make it out of here

Down At The Whisky
We're runaways in a band
All roads lead to Hollywood
We'll leave a scar, won't give a damn
Vandalize the neighborhood
Do you remember when ?
We slept all day in our clothes
That's ok in hollywood
Another shot, another show
All night long at the whisky a-go-go

We were on the run
Got loaded like a shotgun
Livin out a dream
Down at the whisky
We never made a dime
But, God we had a good time
We always made a scene
Down at the whisky

LA girls they paid the rent
While we got drunk on sunset strip
And all the cash they made we spent
On tattoos and cigarettes
We were born to fight
And we were getting high
Livin' out our dreams down at the whisky

Saints Of Los Angeles
Tonight...
There's gonna be a fight
So if you need a place to go
Got a two room slum
A mattress and a gun
And the cops don't never show

So come right in
Cuz everybody sins
Welcome to the scene of the crime
You want it? Believe it
We got it if you need it
The devil is a friend of mine

If you think it's crazy
You ain't seen a thing
Just wait until we're going down in flames

We are...we are the saints
We signed our life away
Doesn't matter what you think
We're gonna do it anyway
We are...we are the saints
One day you will confess
Pray to the saints of Los Angeles.

Redline...trippin' on a land mine
Sippin' at the trubador
Girl's passed out naked in the back lounge
Everybody's gonna score

She's jacked up She's down on her luck
You want it, you need it
The devil's gonna feed it

Don't you say it's crazy
You don't' know a thing
Just wait until we're going down in flames

Give it up give it up...

Mutherfucker Of The Year
I'm just a thorn your side
The disrespect in your eye
I can't control myself

I'm like the snake in your drain
I'm taking over your brain
Cause I can't help myself

Every time I turn my head
I can hear everything that said
I know they wish I'd go away

(Chorus)
Here I am again
Hey now hey now
I'm the Mutha Fucker Of The Year

Call me the jackal in heat
The blackest cat on the street
You better watch yourself

A hand grenade with no pin
A razor blade going in
I'm going straight to hell

Every time I turn my head
I can hear everything that said
I know they wish I'd go away

The Animal In Me
It feels like thunder
When you're slowly digging in
It kind of makes me wonder
All about the lovers that have been

Lying in my bed with their hands tied up
I knew it all along that it wasn't enough

Cause when I got a taste of you
I found something to sink my teeth into

It's a hurt that never heals
It's the deepest cut you feel
It's the thing in you that feeds
The animal in me

It's the darker side of lust
It's the other side of us
It's the thing in you that feeds
The animal in me

I want to be your last breath
Before you suffocate
A kiss you can't forget
Like a wedding on a rainy day

The chills keep shooting down the back of my neck
Like a freight train pounding in the pit of my chest

Welcome To The Machine
Step right up and listen
Welcome to the show
Sign on the x to sell your soul

It's so automatic
Hocking broken plastic
Royalties you'll never know

Rotting to the core
Give your ass like a whore
Once you take a hit
You need more more more more...

(Chorus)

Welcome to the machine
Once it sucks you in you'll never leave
Grind you up spit you out
After all you're just a piece of meat
Welcome to the machine

Count your days they're numbered
Where you gonna be
When it all goes down in flames

Sell out to the rats
Make em rich make em fat
Get a poison dwarf to watch your back

Just Another Psycho
They opened up the door
To my insanity
They should it slammed left it shut right then
And thrown away the key

They stiched up my head
From my lobotomy
They should have never let me out
I'm public enemy

I'm not okay
The voices in my head always say

(Chorus)

I should be committed
For being so twisted
Cause everyone knows
I'm just another psycho

I went to the doctor
It wasn't a shocker
When he said I should know
I'm just another psycho

Shoved into a hole
Got covered up with dirt
That's no way to treat someone
Who's feeling's don't get hurt

I don't need a reason
To hurt you just for fun
I'll terrorize your perfect life
Yeah...you better run

Chicks = Trouble
Rolls royce shoppin
Vicaden poppin
Burn my cash in Beverly Hills

Gold card lover
Accountants run for cover
Gucci went and jacked up my bills

I shouldn't say this
But truth be told
I really thought that pussy was.......... Gold

Chicks= trouble
Ya add it up and you get what ya get
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in the shit

Ya i have a jet
but my balls are deep in debt
And all she hears is ch ch ching

But she wants more
A gold diggin whore
Here come the lawyers again again again

Chicks= trouble
Ya add it up and you get what ya get
Chicks= trouble
They'll kick ya when you're down in the ditch
Chicks = trouble
I always step right in the shit

Hef never said i could catch this from a centerfold
But i got it bad and the doctor said i shoulda known
I shoulda known
I shoulda known

This Ain't A Love Song
I met her down at Marylin's grave
Lookin' like an S & M slave
Drinkin' like a fool
With a prison tattoo on her cheek
Well I knew that we would never last
Cuz we were runnin' from our criminal past
But none of that mattered
I was high and she was flattered by me

I had wine and 2-gram lines
To get inside her head
There was no need for roses
I just layed her down in bed

(Chorus)

This ain't a love song
This is a fuck song
Don't have to sing along
This ain't a love song
It's just a fuck song
Let's do it all night long

She didn't wanna look in my eyes
As we barreled down Mulholland Drive
Lookin for a place to suck a little face and get high
Suzy wouldn't call it love
She was good just givin' it up
All she really wanted was a little rock and roll tonight

She said turn it up so fucking loud
That I can't hear my mind
She bit down on the bedpost
And I watched Suzy grind

White Trash Circus
I opened up the bottle and I fell out of bed
I couldn't find the floor until it hit me in the head
I did a little powder off the bathroom sink
It's been about a month and something's starting to stink
Me and the band we are starting to fight
Cuz if we got along it just wouldn't feel right

(Chorus)
We're the white trash circus...Don't give a damn
We'll steal your girl whenever we can
We're the drunken gods of the living dead
We're the voice, we're the voice
We're the voice in your head
We're the trash, we're the trash
We're the trash in your bed

Been livin' on the road about a year and a half
If we go another mile we're gonna kick each other's ass
Someone's gonna quit or someone's gonna die
And we don't give a shit because we're busy getting' high
Another lawsuit and another arrest
Wouldn't change a thing because we love it to death

(Chorus)

We're the son's of the devil, were the blood on the stage
You can love us you can hate us but will never go away...

Goin' Out Swingin'
Just a gang of four
Got each other's back
Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack

Tearin' up the world
Put ourselves through hell
Just to have a story we can tell

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

Local gutter rats
On the streets of gold
Crashing stolen cars and sellin' souls

Setting off alarms
Watch the system burn
Ain't it crazy how the tables turn

You can't stop us cuz' we're

Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin'
If you got the balls to fight then come on bring it
Goin' out, goin' out, goin' out swingin
Like a midnight alley fight
Come on come on come on come on bring it

Arcarsenal
I must have read a thousand faces
I must have robbed them of their cause
sickened thirst, sickened thirst
keeps it together
soft white glow in the cranium
a bulls eye made sedated

beware! [x3]

I must have read a thousand faces
and all these voices won't give up
sickened thirst, sickened thirst
glues it together
a catatonic leisure at 1000 miles per hour

beware! [x3]

so who's in charge here
barking out loud so clear
because I'd really like to meet him

so who's in charge here
in the review of this mirror
because I'd really like to meet him

so who's in charge here
barking out loud so clear
because I'd really like to meet him

uproar east, strike west

have you ever tasted skin?
sink your, sink your teeth in it

have you ever tasted skin?
sink your teeth into...

have you ever?

Pattern Against User
the proposition
handcuffed to the park bence
hypodermic people poking
fun at the living
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
are we just infants
that are ripe for the training
the opposition
can't feel the tenticle reach
suction cup the numb arms
of the elderly
please lift the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of living
let these walkers trip on
endless proof

pattern against user- dilated
bastard waiting for nothing
circus carny guarding
the gates of heaven
like stuck in limbo abduction
wormed our way through
distant earth

this intuition
limps with the cane of suspicion
folding space in the crease
of this page
it takes the weight out of this
it takes the weight out of-
trickling the ticking of this
grandfather clock
the opposition
can't feel the tenticle reacg
suction cup the numb arms of
the elderly

[chorus]

and if this clock keeps ticking away
will time be hesitated
of all the minutes that were
taken away
will your watch be waiting
sand falls through
time portals
these landfills - immortal
and if this clock keeps
beating down
let the branded time
keep playing
of all the minutes that
were taken away
will your watch be waiting

One Armed Scissor
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails
In the cargo bay
A neutered is the vastness
Hallow vacuum check the
Oxygen tanks
They hibernate
But have they kissed the ground
Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now
Tease this amputation
Splintered larynx
It has access now

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away

Banked on memory
Mummified circuitry
Skin graft machinery
Sputnik sicklese found in the seats

Self-destruct sequence
This station is non-operational
Species growing
Bubbles in an IV loitering
Unknown origin
Is this the comfort of being afraid
Solar eclipsed
Black out the vultures
As they wait
Unknown, unknown
Unknown, unknown, yeah

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
Cut away, cut away

Dissect a trillion sighs away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember
'Cause I'm a million miles away
Will you get this letter
Jagged pulp sliced in my veins
I write to remember [x3]

Cut away, cut away
Send transmission from
The one armed scissor
[x3]
cut away, cut away

cut away, cut away [x2]

Sleepwalk Capsules
taser taser kindergarten nap nap time
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
highchair crumbles unannounced
like a draft from outside
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
beacon shined a light from the faulty tower
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
colossal in tons, unknowing it wants
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you

cranes perched in scows, in the windows they would peek
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
snuck inside the sound of sleep
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland
don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
feast upon your illness and let the puppet strings sag
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you
(they like it)

atop this podium
split in confession
(they like it)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
(snuck inside the sound of sleep)
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
(snuck inside the sound of sleep)
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

lazarus threw the party
lazarus threw the fight

cloak a dagger plot her sovereign majesty
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
bullet ridden with vermin be it the peasant stark frenzy
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
held onto its tusks, naked and disrobed
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies
and the emperor still wears no clothes
pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies

atop this podium
built of fixation
(they like to choke)
all utensils fixed on you
(they like it)

atop this podium
split in confession
(they like it)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

confess (confess)...confess (confess)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence
confess (confess)...confess (confess)
dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence

Invalid Litter Dept.
intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes gripped the dirt floor
in the silhouette of dying
dancing on corpses' ashes

yeah, they had plans for him
they has spun the last of the pimps
polyester, satin nailed jewelry lips
while the guillotine just laughed again
dancing on the corpses' ashes

paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of contraband

they had been defected and excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks

a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
semi-automatic colonies
and a silencing that still walks the streets

in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well

callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well

Mannequin Republic
they'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates
you know its armor was human
drove stakes into the main camps
eyesockets sank into
the back of its head again
this frequency was jet lagged
yes the wrinkles mate
was the owner's manual

frequent flyers in denial
and all the while
emergency is evident
revenants were the statues
radar learning of huddles masses
sutured all the patience
of this nursing home
emitted from the pages
of this burial ground

labor concentrated
in this sheepless chapel
they call it a wasteland

Enfilade
this could last us all a lifetime
limbs intact, untouched
on the screen of a video tape
confined to bedposts
we wait as lepers
upheld at knife's reach
we covet all the status quo
this syringe will take a lifespan
it's filled with bait and tackle
try and catch us if you can

sacrifice on railroad tracks
freight train coming
unconscious tied and gagged
freight train coming

meet us at the corner
of fifth and pontiac
make sure that no one else
is with you
if you wish to see them alive
again
then humor me with this request
humor me with this request
in basements we will hide
amnesia in our alibis

they kept a close eye
on your get well incentive


Rolodex Propaganda
Pinch history feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening
X marks the spot on your calendar days
A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica
(Cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)

In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face
In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots
The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face

Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale
For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants
Mechanical panaceas absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet

Temper temper temperature

Manuscript replica
(cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it)

Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it...

Quarantined
autonomous machete for hands
warden and judge hide behind masks
wet raindrop lull
small rationing
exhumed the rhetoric of
break the weak in single file
sanction this outbreak- a virus conspires
push becomes shove, days become months
i seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun

feeding frenzy, it's contagious
have trigger, will travel
single sparks are spectral fires

shackled the grapple and the sentinels found
binoculars watch cardboard towns
strung up in webs the net was flung
over the auditorium
slave trade the weak, no call to arms
sanction this outbreak; a virus conspires
push becomes shove, days become months
and i seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun

a single spark can start a spectral fire
have trigger, will travel

Cosmonaut
we sample from the shelves
tore a page out of this chapter
deface the essays in the book that you're reading
we are the leaches that stop the bleeding
deficit attention program
by any means necessary
blare sirens to the library
whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary

is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying?

aeronautics hacked
the spine of paragraphs
prepare to indent, a coma that read-
floating in a soundproof costume
here comes the monolith
brass knuckles for the hissie fit
an abbreviation for the landing of fleets
incoming

position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes
permission was hinted
lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold

is it heavier than air - am i supposed to die alone?

Non-Zero Possibility
I'm just tired of counting bodies
is this mausoleum tardy
let's just paint you a pretty face
flies dip tongues into tear ducts
in toothpicks fought unborn

contusion is hungry
they still eat their young
proto-culture null and void

all veins in highway laps
this breath collapsed again
this hex was delivered spent
orchestra influenza
drawn and quartered pets
it dwells and grows

this is the pocket-sized edition
rapid sleep through benediction
let's just paint you a pretty face
museums mark their bodies down
all the tenants found
all the distance in their prefix

contusion is hungry
they still eat their young
proto-culture null and void

all veins in highway laps
this breath collapsed again
this hex was delivered spent
orchestra influenza
drawn and quartered pets
it dwells and grows

fever bliss into central nervousness
bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance
fever bliss into central nervousness
bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance

bitten on the entrance
I was bitten on the entrance
bitten on the entrance
bitten...

Discothèque

You can reach
But you can't grab it
You can hold it, control it
No, you can't bag it

You can push
But you can't direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it

You know you're chewing bubblegum
You know what that is
But you still want some
'Cause you just can't get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff

You get confused
But you know it
Yeah, you hurt for it, work for it, love
You don't always show it

Let go
Let's go
Let's go
Discotheque
(Hi, come on child)

Oh oh
Let go
Let go
Discotheque

You're looking for the one
But you know you're somewhere else instead
You want to be the song
Be the song that you hear in your head

Love...
Ooo, love...
Love...

It's not a trick
'Cause you can't learn it
It's the way you don't pay, that's okay
'Cause you can't earn it (yeah)

You know you're chewing bubblegum
You know what that is
But you still want some
You just can't get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff

Let go
Let go
Oh oh oh
Discotheque
(Come on, come on)

Go girl
Go girl
Ah ha ha
Discotheque
(I want you)
(I want you)

Oh, Ooo, oh / (Mmm-love-mmm)

You're looking for the one
But you know you're somewhere else instead
You want to be the song
Be the song that you hear in your head
Love...

You want heaven in your heart
Heaven in your heart
The sun, the moon, and the stars

But you take what you can get
'Cause it's all that you can find
But you know there's something more
But tonight, tonight, tonight

Ah, high
High, high
High, high
High, high

Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque
Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enough
Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enough
Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque / I paid, get in, I can't, not enough
Boom Cha, Boom Cha, Discotheque

Do You Feel Loved

Take these hands they're good for nothing
You know these hands never worked a day
Take these boots they're going nowhere
You know these boots don't want to stray

You got my head filled with songs
You got my shoelaces undone
Take my shirt, go on take it off me
You can tear it up
If you can tie me down

Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved

Take the colours of my imagination
Take the scent hanging in the air
Take this tangle of a conversation
And turn it into your own prayer

With my fingers as you want them
With my nails under your hide
With my teeth at your back
And my tongue to tell you the sweetest lies

Do you feel loved
Do you feel love
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like the rain

(I wouldn't hurt you)
(I wouldn't hurt you)
(I wouldn't hurt you)
(I wouldn't hurt you)

Love is coming, pushing and shoving
In the belly of a woman
Heavy rhythm taking over
To stick together
A man and a woman
Stick together
Man and woman
Stick together

And I feel loved
Do you feel loved
Do you feel loved
And it looks like the sun
But it feels like rain
And there's heat in the sun
To see us through the rain

Do you feel loved

Mofo

Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...

Holy dunc, spacejunk coming in for the splash
(Been around back... been around front)
Wh-wh-white dopes on punk s-staring into the flash
(Been around back... been around front)
Looking for the baby Jesus under the trash
(Been around back... been around front)

Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...
Bubble popping, to the rock and... rock and... rock and roll, mother...

Mother... mother... mother...

Mother... am I still your son
You know I've waited for so long to hear you say so
Mother... you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no

Looking for a sound that's going drown out the world
(Been around back... been around front)
Looking for the father of my two little girls
(Been around back... been around front)
Got the swing, got the sway, got my straw in lemonade
(Been around back... been around front)
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
(Been around back... been around front)

Mother... mother sucking rock and roll, mother...
Hopping popping shopping dropping, it's rock and roll, mother...
Mother... mother suck, yeah, fuck yeah, mother...

Mother... mother... mother...

Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Fool me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother
Show me mother

If God Will Send His Angels

Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
Its just you and me and the rain

Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south

Its the blind leading the blond
Its the stuff, its the stuff of country songs

Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
Its been a while since we saw that child
Hanging round this neighbourhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See father christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sisters eyes are a blister
The high street never looked so low

Its the blind leading the blond
Its the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love...whats that you say to me
Does love...light up your christmas tree
The next minute youre blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go
Where do we go

Jesus never let me down
You know jesus used to show me the score
Then they put jesus in show business
Now its hard to get in the door

Its the stuff, its the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels

I dont want to lie
(where do we go)
I dont want to have a feel for the song
And I want to love, and i...
(where do we go)
And I want to feel alone

Staring At The Sun

Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It's going to get stickier too

It's been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all

I'm not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'll find
If you took a look inside
I'm not just deaf and dumb
Staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
You want to see what the scratching brings
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach
Will we ever live in peace?

'Cause those that can't do
Often have to
And those that can't do
Often have to preach

To the ones
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb
I'm staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who'd rather go blind

Intransigence is all around
Military still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle
God is good but will He listen
I'm nearly great
But there's something missing

I left it in the duty free area
But you never really belonged to me

You're not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
You step back inside
Not sucking on my thumb
I'm staring at the sun
I'm not the only one
Who's happy to go blind

Last Night On Earth

(What the fear calls down, stops the car)
(As it feels like rage)
(She's back on the street)
(But it swings so far away)

She feels the ground is giving way
But she thinks we're better off that way
The more you take the less you feel
The less you know the more you believe
The more you have the more it takes today

You got to give it away / You got to give it away

Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

She's not waiting on a saviour to come
(Hows-ya classy)
She's at the bus-stop with News of the World and the Sun
Sun, here it comes
She's not waiting for anyone

You got to give it away / You got to give it away

Well she don't care what it's worth
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

Clock tells her that time is slipping / Slipping away
Tear drop sunshine / Slip slide
Two sides to one feels missing / Too heavy
Something she might be missing / Slipping away
World turns and we get dizzy / The world turns....
Spinning for you / ...and we get dizzy
The way it's spinning for me / Slipping away

She's living, living next week now
You know she's going to pay it back somehow
She hasn't been to bed in a week
She'll be dead soon then she'll sleep

You got to give it away / You got to give it away
You got to give it away

She already knows it hurts
She's living like it's the last night on earth
The last night on earth

(Last night)

Gone

You get to feel so guilty
You got so much for so little
Then you find that feeling just won't go away
You were holding on to every little thing so tighly
'Till there's nothing left for you anyway.

Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

You wanted to get somewhere so badly
You had to lose yourself along the way.
You changed your name
Well, that's okay, it's necessary
What you leave behind you don't miss anyway.

Goodbye, you can keep this suit of lights
I'll be up with the sun
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down

'Cause I'm already gone
Felt that way all along.
Closer to you every day
I didn't want it that much anyway.

You're taking steps that make you feel dizzy
Then you learn to like the way it feels.
You hurt yourself, you hurt your lover
Then you discover
What you thought was freedom just was greed.

Goodbye, and it's an emotional
Goodnight, I'll be up with the sun.
Are you still holding on?
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down
I'm not coming down.

Miami

Weather 'round here chopping and changing
Surgery in the air
Print shirts and southern accents
Cigars and big hair
We got the wheels, petrol's cheap
We only went there for a week
Got the sun, got the sand
Got the batteries in the handycam...

Her eyes are swimming pool blue
Dumb bells on a diving board
Baby's always attracted to the things she's afraid of
Big girl with the sweet tooth
Watches the skinny girl in the photo shoot
Freshmen, squeaky clean
She tastes of chlorine
(Miami), my mammy

Love the movies babe
Love to walk through the movie sets
Get to shoot someone in the foot
Get to smoke some cigarettes
No big deal we know the score
Just back from the video store
Got the car and the car chase
What's he got inside the case
I want a close up of that face
Here comes the car chase

I bought two new suits... Miami
Pink and blue... Miami
I took a picture of you... My mammy
Getting hot in a photo booth... Miami
I said you looked like a Madonna
You said maybe...
Said I want to have your baby... baby, baby
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
We could make something beautiful
Something that wouldn't be a problem
At least not in Miami

You know some places are like your auntie
But there's no place like
Miami, my mammy
Miami, my mammy
(Keys are in the car)
(Miami, my mammy)
Miami, my mammy

(Shake, shake down)
(Shake down...)

The Playboy Mansion

If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson History
If beauty is truth, and surgery the fountain of youth
What am I to do?
Have I got the gift to get me through
The gates of that Mansion

If OJ is more than a drink, a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an Obsession, then talk shows confession
What have we got to lose?
I'll never push my way through
The gates of that mansion

I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
And the banks feel like cathedrals because casinos took their place
Luck, come on down
I wake up, she'll come around

Sex is a kind of religion
We're down for playin' hard luck
I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book
Luck, come on down, let my numbers come around

Don't know if I can hold on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that long
Til the colors come flashing and the lights go on

Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe

We'll go diving in their pool
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates in the Playboy Mansion
The Playboy Mansion
In the Playboy Mansion
Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?

If You Wear That Velvet Dress

Tonight the moon is playing tricks again
I'm feeling sea sick again
The whole world could just dissolve
Into a glass of water

I've been good 'cause I know you don't want me to
Do you really want me to be blue as you
It's her daylight that gets me through

We've been here before
Last time you scratched at my door
The moon was naked and cold
I was like a two year old
Who just wanted more

If you wear that velvet dress
If you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon has drawn its curtains
It's a private show
No one else going to know
I'm wanting

Sunlight, sunlight fills my room
It's sharp and it's clear
But nothing at all like the moon

It's okay, the struggle for things not to say
I never listened to you anyway
And I got my own hands to pray

But if you wear that velvet dress
But if you wear that velvet dress

Tonight the moon is a mirrorball
Light flickers from across the hall
Who'll catch the star when it falls

Please

So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace.
And you never felt wanted
Till you'd someone slap your face.
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away.

You had to win, you couldn't just pass
The smartest ass at the top of the class
Your flying colours, your family tree
And all your lessons in history.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please, please, oh yeah.

And you never knew how low you'd stoop
To make that call
And you never knew what was on the ground
Till they made you crawl.
So you never knew that the heaven
You keep you stole.

Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes,
Your stick-on tattoos now they're making the news
Your holy war, your northern star
Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees.
Please, please, please
Leave me out of this, please.

So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of.

September, streets capsizing
Spilling over down the drains
Shard of glass, splinters like rain
But you could only feel your own pain.

October, talk getting nowhere.
November, December; remember
We just started again.

Please, please, please
Get up off your knees, yeah.
Please, please, please, please, ah.

So love is big
Is bigger than us.
But love is not
What you're thinking of.
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it
Hard to receive
'Cause you, my love
I could never believe.

Wake Up Dead Man

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out of time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man