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Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person i see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

Forgetting how i hate self-pity blonde
Comfort comes and smooths her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets

She's so passive but she's looking good
He's so passive but he's looking good
They are together but really they're apart
They are together but do not belong, but do not belong

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of kate and johnny
The ballad of adam and naomi
The ballad of michael and helena
The ballad is forever changing

She's so passive but happy in her way
He's so passive but happy in his way
They do not think just sit and they pretend
They sit around and pray for it to end, pray for it to end

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of kate and johnny
The ballad of adam and naomi
The ballad of hugh and elizabeth
The ballad is forever changing

I'm so passive hopeless fucking mess

We're so passive do our bit for charity
From bosnia to london we do it all for free, we do it all for free

Ain't no fun at the government hall
Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But i ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate

Hello it's us again
We're still so in love with you
And yes we mean it too
Yes we're so in love with you

Hello it's us again
You thought you were our friends
Success is an ugly word
Especially in your tiny world

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

So can you hurt us any more
Can you feel like it was before
Or are you lost for evermore
Messed up and dead on alcohol

Hello fond farewell my dear
I hope you hear this nice and clear
Our love is unconditional
Our hate is yours to feed upon

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When we're the only thing left to believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

A slave begins by demanding justice, and ends by wanting to wear a crown...

Were we the kinnock factor
Am i talking private sector
Do i think i'm shaun william ryder
Or my former friend who's now undercover
He's gone, i'm no deserter
Perhaps i'm hard, all the same

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow steve ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
A prologue to histo...

So i water my plants with evian
A brand new dyson, that is decadent
Read the papers and the business section
Check out the tessas and the pensions
Call my friends, they're alright
So i pray for the safety of the night

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow steve ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
A prologue to histo...

Remember ethnic cleansing in the highlands
No one says a thing in the middle of england
I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice
So if you look at me, you'd better look twice
I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks
An empty vessel who can't make contact

Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow phil bennett's playing outside half
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
A prologue to history

Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly
Donkeys don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire

Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural

Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies

What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege?
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count the cripples and the blind

I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched way too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who's the real enemy

This is a socialist serenade
Yes i have money but i hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere

Some greater benefit for the people
Ha ha ha ha we all believed in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of tuscany

This is a socialist serenade
Yes i have money but i hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

This is a socialist serenade
Yes i have money but i hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere

Change your name to new
Forget the fucking labour

Luddite lover
Forgiving father
Unhappy forever
Live it to where you can
Those skies must drive you wild
The earth around you
This silence around you
Be with the sky tonight

You've ruined more than you'll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/autumn/78

Your life into the future
Maybe forty years
A life worth saving or lonesome ever more
The nothingness of truth
Or everlasting youth
Ideology or the ultimate thrill

You've ruined more than you'll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/autumn/78

I'm feeling sick with alcohol
I'm feeling numb with stupid pain
I smelt death all around our name
I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin

Everywhere, everywhere is on its knees
I'm too scared and i'm too afraid ... too afraid

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

I get told i should be happy
I got no rights on how i feel
I lost my language easily
I saw the rain bleaching my way

My gut gets sick of all its lies
Thrown all hope way outside, way outside

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

Paint your lips, things fall apart
Flowers of hate caress my skin now
Spend my time sucked up inside
Mutilation kick off all you believe in

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feel like faces without kisses

Sterile wants spin in my head
Don't need culture, i spit it out
Twist and fall, wounds don't choke
I piss on records, wanna see you dead

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so

A body voice born under torture
Leper cult disciples of a still born christ
I worship stone so lance my eyes

Miles apart from anyone
Soma air waves of killing oxygen
We queue consuming anything
Hate all songs, aesthetic slavery now

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feels like faces without kisses
Starlover
Starlover
Starlover
Starlover

I close my eyes and then i count to ten
Shake some hands and then i feel ashamed
I'm in control but i am out of time
I've lost the need for any desire
Any desire

I had a vision but it slipped away
Inherited goodness, it is here to stay
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore

I close my eyes and then i count to ten
I open them and then i shut them again
Look at the crowd and then forget my parts
Back to memory and then back to the start
Back to the start

I'm back to the stuff that made us all
Back to reality back to fuck all
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore

Close my eyes and then i count to ten
Sign some papers and then they are my friends
Attempt to make up and my skin aches
Not even massage can make my body straight
My body straight

Count to ten and then pretend i'm home
Just a job i get well-paid for
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore

I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I close my eyes

He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, rhinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour

I understand nothing and i cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and i am too confused
I only love my watch and my snake skin shoes

I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate

I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what i like ain't that democratic

Genesis, huey lewis, filofax, cd5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why i should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs

I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood i just wanna kill
Out of blandness i am your everyday thrill

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
Therefore i must be god
I must, i must be god

I touched your lips but now i just paint
Surface reflection all i desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at home

Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws

Art critics say porno's easily obscene
Late show retards dice clay is true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
Therefore i must be god
I must, i must be god

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
I fucked god up the ass
I fucked god up the ass

Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman

There's a little part of me
There's a little part of you
Remember the feeling
Of a frozen embryo

There's a bigger part of me
There's a bigger part of you
Remember the place where
You don't want to go

Welcome into your own black garden
It's full of life but it's still too frightening
Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds
All this whiteness blinds

Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now i have none

Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now i have none

Waiting to be bred in the black garden
Waiting to be muted and then chosen
White trash you're a swinger ugly to the end
Ugly to the end
Ugly to the end

If piss is yellow, then life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a colour than it must be sin
And you want to apologise but keep it in
Why worship a god when a mother is a saint
Why worship stone
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand

And when their arms are dead how do they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades by
And some kind of angel appears in her eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming inside
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and god
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give, give when we piss it away

To all the people who've hurt me
To all the life that has left me
To all the longing that lost me
To all the future that scares me

To all the words that have drained me
To all the questions that bored me
To all the people that believed me
To all the money that blinded me

No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me

To all the skies that have reached for me
To all the oceans that drowned me
To all the rain that has soothed me
To all the sun that depressed me

To all the people that lived in fear
To all the life that is held so dear
To all the empty souls who still despair
I know it's the same for everyone

No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief
No one knows what it's like to be me

No one knows what it's like to be me
No one knows what it's like to be me
Doctor and dentist, housewife and thief
No one knows what it's like to be me

I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth
And take a spray can to my useless vote
I don't like your city dresden dance
I'm drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

Speeding so lonely into wall after wall
Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call
Sick to the stomach of our fingertip scrawl
All your rebellion corporation owned

We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving
We're dead end dolls and nothing's moving

Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession
Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone
The empty statement of artschool dissension
Institutionalised expression of mass control

And if when america flings in whole
Your pile of misery where centuries be
And he does win a holiday after a poll
One per cent interest stand up with glee

Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance
Making weak minds think this is what they want
Power facts are brutally sold to worn darkened skin
Arise the new scum arise to the sound of a drum

With your desk degrees in civil engineering
They're drawing up plans for a future for themselves
And sweet daddy buys up a university
On a mission tied next to suits

Soul contamination - die because you crossed by fire
Soul contamination - poverty expressed in your heart
Soul contamination - arise, surrender, burn
Soul contamination - do you rise up

Dance to the valentine, anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down i want, want a brainwash trip
Don't wanna wake next to your stretched skin

You're screaming so much that i feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and i wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain just keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails
As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Baby can't have her little bit of love
Cos it's wrapped up inside her lover's gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you've lost
Laugh at the t.v. empty cell of life
Mundane exile it's not of your choice

We build buildings for the dead
We build restrooms for the sick
We build up walls for everything
We make a wall for the sake of it

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

Queue for bread is entertainment
When they're trying to blow your head off
So from the womb into the tomb
Making sure you feel at home

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

History will make us or history will break us
All time is the same ......
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...... eh? suggestions please
Get ready to say goodbye
Get ready to say goodbye