Paper Scissors Stone

From London to Lisbon
And all points between
Find people to lean on
And one man to please

We all need someone, we all
need something, we all need...

I'm lustless, lifeless
The scent of my skin
It means nothing without you
That's where it begins

We all need someone,
We all need something,
We all need... We all need...

Get out, for your sakes,
do you want it ?
No promises are spoken
Take it or leave it, do you like it ?
And no man's heart gets broken

One day to another,
I'm head over heels
One room to another,
it sets the same scene

We all need someone,
We all need something,
We all need... We all need...

Every man for himself,
just for a little while
Every man for himself,
just for a short while

You could come around,
we could fool around,
and get down
It's the way it could be

Oh, from London to Lisbon
I'm head over heels
Take it or leave it,
just come as you please
We all need

Someone, somehow,
somewhere

My name is Mary Anne,
but they all call me Frances
I saw the coast was clear,
do you mind me being near ?
I've seen faces in high places
messing up for good
Say what am I doing here,
what am I doing here ?

What say you're feeling meek,
saw the writing on the wall
Feel sad and blue

Paradise is close at hand,
in images of elsewhere
I've seen faces in high places
Messing up big style

I log on for company,
my ISP comforts me
Goodbye Godspeed,
I can't give you what you need
if I've sounded distant thus far
it's 'cos I'm as lost as you are
Paradise is close at hand,
in images elsewhere

Goodbye Godspeed,
I can't give you what you need
if I've sounded distant thus far
it's 'cos I'm as lost as you are

Goodbye Godspeed,
I can't give you what you need
if I've sounded distant thus far
it's 'cos I'm as lost as you are

I do think that you could be
Anything that you want to e
It's easy, easy when
you say that time will tell
It don't mean the last orders
bell is ringing, ringing
And there's always plenty more
G&T in the sea

You keep playing the
same tired old blues songs
Over the same tired
old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me
weep anymore

You're empty glass ain't
no crystal ball
It can't tell you
what the future's bringing,
bringing it's bank
holiday mundane
Medazalan may help to stop
that stinging, stinging
and there's always plenty more
G&T in the sea.

You keep playing the
same tired old blues songs
Over the same tired
old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me
weep anymore

And let it begin again,
let if begin again
With a hearty meal
and a map to read
Oh life's been good to me


So keep playing those same
damn old blues songs.

Keep playing the
same damn old blue songs
Oh they don't make me
weep anymore, anymore

Keep playing the
same damn old blues songs
Over the same damn
old blues chords
Put those songs to sleep
They don't make me
weep anymore

Keep playing the
same damn old blues songs
Over the same damn
old blues chords

*Fade out*

It's whats not there that makes
What's there what it is
It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is

Seems like we're quite
in demand
More faint praise,
Well I'll be damned
Ships run aground on the rocks
Not all that unorthodox

It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is

Fate cuts her cloth...
Ragged mean
You miss the ceremony
He sleeps, she wakes,
then she tires
Leave us to our frying pan
and fires

It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is

It's sculpture, sculpture
feed me to the vultures
It's what's not there that makes
What's there what it is

I found me a pulse
I found me a pulse
And I came to the
screaming city baby
I found me a pulse

I bought me some clothes
I bought me some clothes
And I played in the
screaming city baby
I got given clothes

We're village idiots
And words tie us up in knots
But it's OK

I lose me some clothes
And my GP upped my dose
I crave acclaim not your
simpering pity maybe
I won't give up the ghost

I'll be the hostess with the most
And I won't give up my post
I come alive in the
screaming city baby
And I won't give up the ghost

But we're village idiots
And the party never stops
But it's OK

'Cos to struggle
would be meaningless
We are what we are
Everyone one of us

You love those disco thrills
Oh you love those disco thrills
Oh you really take
the biscuit baby
You love those disco thrills

But we're village idiots
And the party never stops
But it's OK

'Cos to struggle
would be meaningless
We are what we are
Everyone one of us

But it's OK
But it's all right
But it's OK

Did you find that some
Autumn day
Your life was in disarray
forlorn for good
Did you do what your
parents done ?
Find some mad equillibrium

Now I can say honestly,
you're a masculine travesty
For-warned is for-armed
Your purple patch came
and went
All those love letters never sent

He was the mother
of misogyny, mother of
Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y,
misogyny
Mother of, mother
of misogyny, misogyny

You're so much a part of me
It's lifes greatest tragedy
Unarmed and undone
Still you do what you
always done
Find some mild equillibrium

He was the mother
of misogyny, mother of
Mother of m-i-s-o-g-y-n-y,
misogyny
Mother of, mother
of misogyny, misogyny

She takes her happy pills
They keep her happy
Is everybody here on drugs ?

Mad cows like bumble bees
With chemistry degrees
Is everybody here on drugs ?
Here on drugs
Here on drugs

The Uberlords did stop the flow
No snow, no show, bad scene
The Uberlords when they see fit
Will give our lives new meaning

Spin doctor aim for free
Lest we speak honestly
Is everybody here on drugs ?
Here on drugs
Here on drugs

The Uberlords did stop the flow
No snow, no show, bad scene
Uppers, downers you
don't hang around us
We'll give our lives no meaning

Don't need your poison,
me I'll dig the melancholy
Is everybody here...

Uppers, downers you
don't hang around us
We'll give our lives no meaning