Grace/Wastelands

Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars
Like you used to
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes
And perfect crimes
Like you used to..

And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Shall I kill you I know you told me to
But I really don't want to

I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows... New love grows on trees!
If you please and if you don't please

That makes perfect nonsense to me
As a price of being free these days
It's ridiculous...

Are you still shaking out
All the dead wood from your bed love
Like you used to?
Well times don't change and
Are you still thinkin of
All of those perfect rhymes for love divine?
Oh no, you really don't have to
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Oh, should I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Should I kill you?
You told me to,
But I really don't want to

I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man, and I was Calvary

You said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows... New love grow on trees

She opened her heart to a tearaway, sheepskin tearaway
He was covered in scars and full of heroin
Everyone said from the start
Not one single thing could ever be okay
She didn't listen anyway

She just opened her heart, threw her cares away
At night they held on so tight in the dark
He brushed her hair away
She heard him say

All my life I've been fighting
And making the best
[Incomprehensible]

Oh, your fighting got you nowhere
If nowhere's here with you, all I'm asking
And you could fight forever
But if you killed them all, you'd never will

So, give me your surrender
There are other ways to kill a prey
But then it would never mend you
It's like trying to dry your eyes in a pouring rain

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway
All covered in scars and full of heroin

Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway
Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep
Sheepskin tearaway

In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames, appears Salome

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of john the baptist on a plate

In the morning, shaken and disturbed
From under soft white fur
I see the dust in the morning bright sets the room alive
And by the telly appears Salome

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
Oh, It's Salome
Oh, It's Salome

In the cold, coldest of nights
The fire I light, to warm my bones
I've had enough, of the dreadful cold
And from the flames appears Salome

I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of any bastard on a plate