Trust

I ask you nicely
Get my face slapped under wraps
What's going on precisely
Is there something wrong perhaps?

Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
It's more like a booby trap than a booby prize

Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle
You're loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life

Fat cats and army brats
Hep cats and dog tag pawing over girly mags

Chorus:
Pretty words don't mean much anymore
I don't mean to be mean much anymore
All i see are snapshots, bigshots, tender spots
(1) mug shots, machine slots
(2) machine slots, mug shots
'till you don't know what's what
You don't know what you got

Curious women running after curious men
Curiosity didn't kill the cat
It was a poisoned pen
But there's not much choice (it's hobson's choice)
Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice

Got back to london
Picked a paper from the man
No words of consolation
Just cartoons and titter tatter
Well well, fancy that
Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat
No backbone, blood and guts
Better keep your big mouth shut

Chorus

White knuckles came down to put the frighteners on
I believe she's the one that he's got his heart set on
It doesn't matter if your face doesn't fit
There's no charge for changing it

Oooh ooh
What are you doing
You see right through him
You don't have to take it when he gets cruel

Chorus:
White knuckles on black and blue skin
(1,4) you don't have to take it so you just give in
(2,3) he didn't mean to hit her but she kept laughing
White knuckles sweatin' on the headboard
He never found out what the kisser was for

Losing face with the boys while she's whispering in his ear
They never found out why they called it laughing gear
Maybe they weren't loved when they were young
Maybe they should be hung by their tongues

Oooh ooh
Under the blankets with the body jerk
He needs her like the axe needs the turkey
Making a mockery of his fancy footwork

Chorus

There's always someone new to toy with when the penny drops in the slot
Now it's all petty crime on the news at nine
But it's all she's got
Love on the never never dreams don't come cheap
I don't close my eyes when i go to sleep

Oooh ooh
It gets right under your skin
It makes you as miserable as sin but
You don't have to take it so you just give in

Chorus

Why don't you come round anymore
Mama said
He's using you
Sister said
I told you so too
When he goes through your head
You took him to be true

I feel like a boy with a problem
I can't believe what we've forgotten
And i even slapped your face and made you cry

It's the last thing i want to do
Pull the curtains on me and you
Pull the carpet from under love
Pull out like young lovers do

You swore you wouldn't shout
If it's not your punch then its your pout
Days in silence try my temper
Nights spent drinking to remember
How memories are always tender

I crept out last night behind your back
The little they know might be the pieces i lack
Came home drunk
Talking in circles
The spirit is willing but i don't believe in miracles
I've got a problem but let's go to bed
I can roll over and i can play dead
But here i am in the doghouse instead

I feel like a boy with a problem
I can't believe all you've forgotten
Sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me

Sheep to the slaughter
Oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing russian roulette
Sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
It's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts

With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and [?] purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness

Big sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister do
She's got to save me
She's got you playing russian roulette
She's got to save me
She's got you playing russian roulette

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Dressed up like a dog's dinner
Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth
If this is a dog's life
Then you're the cat's clothes
They hire out your sons
And hire out your daughters
The man from abroad says he's already bought her
And now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist

Chorus:
You're either talking or yawning
You didn't listen to a thing you heard
Don't start your morning moaning or you might wake up in luxembourg

You get over
You're worried by her body
She's worryin' about her bodily odour
You pull off
The pull over
You say that you love her when you really loathe her
Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her

Chorus

They're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers
Kick you where it really matters
Send all your friends to coventry
And look for your name in last night's obituaries

If you've got the deutschmarks
If you've got the yen, then
You get the shirt off her back and the clock off big ben
Somebody's soft touch
Struck all these bargains
In the drinking clubs with the council men making
Plans to put lead back in their pencils again

Chorus

I won't walk with my head bowed
(be on) beyond caution where lovers walk
My love walks where three's a crowd
Beyond caution where lovers walk

Lovers walk, lovers scramble
Beyond caution where the lovers walk
Lovers step, shuffle and gamble
Beyond caution where lovers walk

Lovers trip, lovers stumble
Lovers dip, lovers fumble
Lovers lip where love has crumbled
Beyond caution where lovers walk

Lovers strut, lovers stroll, lovers leap
Lovers late, lovers wait
Making promises that they can't keep
Lovers link up arm and arm
Lovers slink up, lovers charm
Lovers drink up and come to harm
Beyond caution where lovers walk

Love is gone and it's no one's fault
Love has stopped here, lovers halt
Lovers don't walk, lovers run
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Will you look what love has done
Beyond caution where lovers walk

Now love's limping on a lover's crutch
Looking for a hand with a personal touch
Beyond caution where lovers walk

You need protection from the physical art of conversation
Though the fist is mightier than the lip, it adds the aggravation

Bridge and chorus:
I got the password
I got persuasion
A proposition for invasion of your privacy
Give yourself away and find the fake in me
You'll never be a man
No matter how many foreign bodies you can take
You'll never be a man
When you're half a woman and you're half awake
(1) with a face full of tears and a chemical shake
(2) under the table with a chemical shake
Given half a chance, that i can take
Are you so superior, are you in such pain
Are you made out of porcelain?
When they made you they broke the cast
Don't wanna be first, i just want to last

You strike a profile on the low side of my imagination
My eyes climbed down to find the point of possible saturation

Bridge and chorus

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows i live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if i thought of joining you?
Gloomy sunday

Gloomy is sunday, with shadows i spend it all
My heart and i have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, i know
Let them not weep, let them know that i'm glad to go
Death is no dream, for in death i am caressing you
With the last breath of my heart i'll be blessing you
Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, i was only dreaming

I wake and i find you asleep in the deep of my heart, deep
Darling, i hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much i wanted you
Gloomy sunday

You say you don't desire me
You only tire me
Now you'll hire me
Expensive care is meaningless
Feeling nothing and caring less
Cut off at the pass
She knows where you're headed
She wants double time
Or a temporary wedding

Chorus:
And the lucky girl leads a life of leisure
With 45 years for seconds of pleasure
The hands on the clock move so precisely
And i only kiss but once or twice
I can't help you now,
I can't help myself
'cause the time's running out
And it's twenty-five to twelve

Crowds surround loudspeakers
On the lampposts
Listening to the murder mystery
Meanwhile someone's in the classroom
Busy forging books on history
Wouldn't give that man my hand
He'd steal my fingers
So the sleuth ends up in stitches
And your urges turn to itches

Chorus

I was committed to life
And then commuted to the outskirts
I was living with thirty minutes at a time
With a break in the middle for adverts
See the human furniture
But its only for show
Now you can look all that you like
But they only let you touch and go

Chorus

Oh it's not easy to resist temptation
Walking around looking like a figment of somebody else's imagination
Taking ev'ry word she says just like an open invitation
But the power of persuasion is no match for anticipation

Chorus:
Like a finger running down a seam
From a whisper to a scream
So i whisper and i scream
But don't get me wrong
Please don't leave me waitin' too long
Waitin' too long
Waitin' too long
Waitin' too long
Hey

Oh oh oh oh oh

Oh if the customers like it then they'll keep on paying
If they keep on drinking then they'll end up staying
I heard someone say where have we met before
But the one over the eight seem less like one or more like four

Chorus

Sheep to the slaughter oh i thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

Chorus:
But it's easier to say "i love you,"
Than "yours sincerly" i suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes
Big sister's clothes

The sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And it's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts.

With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
That's all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements

Chorus