The Bends

they love me like i was a brother
they protect me
listen to me
they dug me my very own garden
gave me sunshine
made me happy. nice dream.

i call up my friend the good angel
but she's out with
her ansaphone
she says she would love to come help but
the sea would
electrocute us all. nice dream.

if you think that you're strong enough
if you think you belong enough.

nice dream.

I don't wanna a be krippled kracked
shoulders wrists knees and back
ground to dust and ash
crawling on all fours.
when you've got to feel it in your bones.
Now i can't climb the stairs
pieces missing everywhere
prozak painkillersss.
when you've got to feel it in your bones.
and i used to fly like Peter Pan
all the children flew when i touched their hands.

can't get the stink off,
he's been hanging around for days.
comes like a comet,
suckered you but not your friends.
one day he'll get to you,
teach you how to be a holy cow.

don't get my sympathy hanging out the 15th floor.
you've changed the locks 3 times,
he still comes reeling through the door.
and soon he'll get to you,
teach you how to get to purest hell.

you do it to yourself you do
and that's what really hurts is
you do it to yourself just you,
you and no-one else
you do it to yourself.

where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
alone on an aeroplane
falling asleep against the window pane
my blood will THICKEN.

i need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends?
have they all got the bends?
am i really sinking this low?

my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen..

where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
they brought in the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me sky high.

my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen

i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race

HEr green plastiC wateringcan for her fake chineserubberplant
in the fake plastic earth.
that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber PlanS
to get rid of itself,- it wears her out.

SHe lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman who just
crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always
wins and it wears him out.

She Looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.

But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN.
and it wears me out.

If i could be who you wanted all the time..

rows of houses all bearing down on me
i can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things into position
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out

this machine will will not communicate these thoughts
and the strain i am under
be a world child form a circle before we all go under
and fade out again and fade out again

cracked eggs dead birds
scream as they fight for life
i can feel death can see it's beady eyes
all these things into position
all these things are one to swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again.