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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...

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the air i breathe
Tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the scenes are dead
And it's the only place for me

And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where you can't get at me
And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where i can be what i want to be

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the air i breathe
Tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the scenes are dead
And it's the only place for me

And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where you can't get at me
And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where i can be what i want to be

You wanna leave the world behind
With your eyes make a different scene
Up in suicide alley
You can be what i want to be

You wanna clean away my mind
With your eyes make a different scene
Up in suicide alley
You can be what i want to be

You are so alone in kensington palace
We should be content in these damp terraces
Thank you for this view from our council estates
I hope you have really guillotined your own head

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

You once gave us war, racism and slavery
Cut out all our tongues and fucked our industry
Now you've revealed something, you're human after all this
But let's clap our hands and fuck our dear princess

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

From journalist to video to channel 4 tv
My life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and i travel the world
From freelance to new dance
And i expect on the world i am
From cantonese food to fashionable friends
The list of invites never seems to end
So bomb london and it's mps
John major virginia bottomley
So bomb london and its legislature
Acidic wit, beauty and charm
It doesn't take much to twist my arm
Free trip free drink it all goes down so so well
Maybe a sunday supplement will come up soon
A documentary on censorship sounds real cool
Its easy to see that i went to public school
So bomb london and its mps
John major virginia bottomley
Bomb london and its legislature
So bomb london and its mps
John major virginia bottomley
Bomb london and its legislature
So bomb london and its magazine
Time-out face and id.
Bomb london its music and its culture
You ain't ever been a racist
But tyson was guilty, man
He was guilty

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

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

Vintage aromas and vintage ideals
Old men greying to a dying country's needs
Waiting for a knighthood to while away the hours
Listen and learn now it's time to kill your betters

Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

Hospital closure kills more than car bombs ever will
But it saves money because people are expendable
You cold shoulder insurgents yet love arms dealers
Everybody's taking drugs as it makes governing easier

Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat
Sell out the past and learn to obey
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail

Revolution soon dies sold out for a pay rise
China, russia, england, all washed up in power abuse
Terrorism is an excuse that the ruling class use
Wipe out aristocracy now kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

England makes judgements of old school propaganda
The only threat to heads is silenced by dumb pleasure
Museums are dead take a new art stance
Paint mass suicide on the aspiration diktat

War censored, no blood on tv
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant
World war three, a sega dreamland
I'd take a whore to the funeral

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Jesus descends, dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in burger king
Than the british museum today

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

Wills and harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in athena

Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man

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

Straight jacket your own beauty
Because it's just a breakdown away
From the gutter to the jewel
A symbol sold in investment days
Defenceless as the pages you burn
A baby drowning under a profit curve
Money bruises the skin at birth

I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.p. mcmurphy

Na na ... no more pills and no more drugs

This country pisses debris
Like ugly people made pretty
Underneath cheap make-up
Deformed, disguised mind decay
Buy, consume, get more credit
Learn to serve a life sentence here
Style yourself in sterility

I just wanna lie down in my bed
Make myself different from the rest
Use a thought to put myself to sleep
Collapsing in the fields where it feels free
Where it feels free
R.p. mcmurphy

Na na ... no more pills and no more drugs

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

Lots of sun for you young boy
Lots of sun for you today
Subsidize the opera forget coal
Sit around in the london smog

Cappuccinos amongst the fumes
Breathe it in and down the gym
Yes i'm on a witch hunt now
And paracetemol my only drug

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

No sun for you young boy
It will hurt your lily white skin
I don't think it will hurt your mind
We'll be the ones who will give you soul

Close enough to fill all those holes
This tenderness slipping through my fingers
Sandy sandy feet - ice cream to sleep
No more feeling that you can feel

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

When it's gone, when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone
When it's gone, gone

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

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