Suede - Sci-Fi Lullabies [compilation] (1997) by Suede (보컬) on maniadb.com

In the high life, i've got this feeling
I've got this horrible feeling
On the escalator they took it out of him
As the ridiculous world went, oh
Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one
Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one, oh
On the high wire, dressed in a leotard
There wobbles one hell of a retard
On the escalator, we shit paracetemol
As the ridiculous world goes, by
Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one
Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one
Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one
Oh he is gone And he was, my inflatable one

in the high life, i've got this feeling now
i've got this horrible feeling
on the escalator they took it out on him,
as the ridiculous world went by

oh, he is gone
he's my insatiable one . . .

on the high wire, dressed in a leotard
there wobbles one hell of a retard
on the escalator we shit paracetamol,
as the ridiculous world goes by

oh, he is gone
he's my insatiable one
and he was my inflatable one . .

Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino
You won't be going to heaven alone
I see her by the window waiting every night
So I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it

I see her by the window pour the poison from you
I'll go there through the wondow in my 16-hole boots
And I'll sing to the birds here at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life

Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it

I see her by the window and I see there's a day
We'll walk out through the traffic and pour
the poison away

So I'll sing to the birds there at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life

I will lie down for her

To The Birds


Don't take your life, 'cos your bicycle won't fly
You could be going to heaven tonight
Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino
You won't be going to heaven alone

I see her by the window waiting every night
So I wouldn't give a shit if my bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it

I see her by the window pour the poison for you
I'll go there through the window in my sixteen-hole boots
And I'll sing to the birds here at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life

Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly
You could be going to heaven tonight
And I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it

I see her by the window, and I see there's a day
We'll walk out through the traffic
And pour the poison away
So I'll sing to the birds here at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life

I will lie down for her

Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
They're covering up their jumpers in roses, oh

Where pigs don't fly, oh

Out over there, out in the sticky wire fire,
Your royal stickiness your highness
I've heard there's someone saying "I do"
And banging at the old piano tune

Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do

I do...

Out in the sticksOut in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
They're covering their jumpers in roses, oh-oh
Where pigs don't fly, oh-ohOut over there
Out in the sticky wire fire
Your royal stickiness, your highness
I've heard there's someone saying I do
And banging at an old piano...tune
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
I do

I wake up every day,
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the round about
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh what you do in your head,
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the luck of a son
With all the love and poison of London
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead...

wake up every day
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the roundabout
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh-oh, if he is dead
La Da La *3
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the look of a son
With all the love and poison of London
Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head
You do in your headOh-oh-oh if he is dead
Oh-oh-oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh-oh-oh if he is dead
La Da La...

I watch the slow hand kill the day
I see my starring mode take away
I watch the skyline, for him to come
And when he comes alone, we'll be gone
And we'll go into the city, into the light
We'll be there in the headlines, in care of the night
Cause this is the big time, this is the way
Now he's in the big time he'll show you the way
This is the big timeThis is the way
Now he's in the big time
And your in the way...

I watch the slow hand
Kill the day
I see my starring mode
Take away
I watch the skyline for him to come
And when he comes alone
We`ll be gone.
And we`ll go into the city
Into the light
We`ll be there in the headlines
Care of the night
Cause this is the big time
This is the way
Now he`s in the big time
He`ll show you the way
This is the big time
This is the way
Now he`s in the big time
And you`re in the way
...

You'll hide among the lovers and wave
As the aeroplanes go by
There's nothing to say when you sleep
All day, but "bye-bye".

Your mind will find another
And that's where the days have gone
And all you can hear is a stereo
Somewhere playing a pig-of-a-song

And you'll know her, know her
When she comes.
When you turn the light out
Light out, she'll come.

She called you from across the city
You hired a car to crawl
But with the high rise still in your eyes
You wonder who's out there at all.

And you'll know her, know her
When she comes.
When you turn the light out
Light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out
Light out, she'll come.

Stop making me older, start making me new.

You'll hide among the covers and wave
as the aeroplanes go by,
There's nothing to say when you sleep all day,
but "bye-bye".

Your mind will find another,
and that's where the days have gone,
And all you can hear is a stereo somewhere playing
a pig-of-a-song

And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.

She called you from across the city,
you hired a car to crawl,
But with the high rise still in your eyes you wonder
who's out there at all.

And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out, she'll come.

Stop making me older, start making me new.

Where's all the money gone?--
I'm talking to you,
All up the hole in your arm,
Is the needle a much better screw?
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go.

Where is this life of fun that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it
I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go.

If I was the wife of an acrobat would I look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back, let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car, could have had it all,
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.

I know where the money's gone--
I know what you do
'Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and
The needle's a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
'Cos I have to go.

Where's all the money gone?I'm talking to you
All up the whole in your arm
is the needle a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.
Where is this life of fun, that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and
I mean it I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.
If I was the wife of an acrobat
I look like the living dead, boy
You're on the wire and can't get back
Let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a carCould have had it all
Could have walked in the sky
but we stare at the wall.
I know where the money's gone
I know what you do
Cos I've seen the hole in your arm
and the needle's a much better screw
But oh, what will you do alone?
Cos I have to go.

In a hired car she will come to England from the sea,
And as the tide flows the London snows will come.
And from the skyline shines the lies of the government's singular history
So in a hired world she will buy a gun

And she will come from India with a love in her eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise

In rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattoed tit she'd die for us all tonight.

And she will come from India with a gun at her side,
Or she will come from Argentina
With her cemetery eyes that say
Oh, how my dark star will rise,

...and she will rise.

In a hired car she will come to England from the sea
And as the tide flows the London snows will come
And from the skyline shines the lies of the government's singular
history
So in a hired world she will buy a gun
And she will come from India
With a love in her eyes
That say,oh how my dark star will rise
In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight
And she will come from India with a love in her eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise
oh how my dark
oh how my dark
oh how my dark will rise.
And she will come from India with a gun at her side
Or she will come from Argentina with her cemetary eyes
That say, oh how my dark star will rise,
Oh how my dark star will rise,
And she will rise, she will rise
She will rise...

All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter and go
Shaking on the scene like killing machines and they know
That when she's stacked up top
She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like the killing machines here we go

It's the same old show
He's a killer he's a flashboy oh
He's a killer he's a flashboy oh

Oh if you shake your fake tan thru aerosol land you'll know
That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravanettes oh no
And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more
Oh shaking obscene like a killing machines here we go

It's the same old show
He's a killer he's a flashboy oh
He's a killer he's a flashboy oh oh oh

.....oh and Athena loves your body
So think of the sea my baby
Think of the sea as you murder me

Same old show
he's a killer he's a flashboy oh
This is the killing of a flashboy oh...

All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter
And go shaking on the scene like killing machines
And they know that when she's stacked up top
She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like killing machines here we go

It's the same old show, He's a killer he's a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a killer he's a flash boy oh

Oh if you shake your fake tan thru aerosol land you'll know
That you'll suffer your sex by the caravanettes oh no
And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more
oh shaking obscene like a killing machine here we go

It's the same old show, he's a killer he's a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a flash boy oh...

oh and Athena loves your body
So think of the sea my darling
Think of the sea as you murder me

It's the same old show, he's a killer, he's a flash boy oh
This is the killing of a flash boy oh.

Whipsnade


We are only young,
But we style our future with a cattle gun
And we aren't idle rich,
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire
And we'll move like nureyev that night

Coast to coast, side to side
Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast

We are only young
But we style our future in the shadow of guns
And we are not idle rich
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

Cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip
Cracks down on the millions,
Cracks the kids on their hips
Then we'll move like nuryev that night

'Cos coast to coast, side to side
Shines the lies of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast, side to side

Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast, side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names
While pylons hide the suicide
Coast to coast, side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast, side to side
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast, side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names
While pylons hide the suicides

We are only young
but we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
and we'll move like Nuryev at night

Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast

We are only young
but we style our future in the shadow of guns
We are not idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip,
cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
we'll be moving like Nuryev at night

Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names
while pylons hide the suicide

Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names

Come unto me my winter son
We could lie on the rails
And when the morning comes
We'll be miles away
Miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps
Running away from this cruel disease
Miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
We're the modern boys
Come onto me my sickly thing
We could lie on the rails
But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world calls my international
So let the decades die, let the parties fall
And we'll be miles away, miles away
Because we'll be living like
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
Into the night, under the stars
Jumping the lights in the silent cars
He's on your left, I'm on your right
It's so easy in the concrete night

(Light up)
Come on to me
My winter son
We can lie on the rails
And when the morning comes
We'll be miles away, miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps
Running away from this cruel disease
Miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
With the modern boys, oh no
Come on to me my sickly thing
We can lie on the rails
But to really win
We'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world calls
My internationalLet's decades die
Let the parties fall
And we'll be miles away, miles away
Cos we'll be living like
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
With the, modern boys, modern boys
Into the night, under the stars
Jumping the lights in the silent cars
He's on your left, I'm on your right
It's so easy in the concrete night

Together


She was standing smoking counting stolen change,
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said "superman, I'm a big fan,
Let's get something straight,
Well you don't have the guts to complain"
Now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together

I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you,
That's OK
'Cos now I've got the guts to complain
And now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together

She was standing smoking counting stolen change
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said Superman I'm a big fan, let's get something straight
Well you don't have the guts to complain
Now your son's coming out to the rain
Your son's coming out to the rain
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
By the supermarket stand
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the love you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together, together, together
I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you
That's OK'cos now
I've got the guts to complain
Your sons coming out to the rain
Your sons coming out to the rain
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stand
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the love you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together, together, together...
(whole verse repeated 3 times)

When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll
Smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls
In the white boys world
Anything is possible see or feel the noise
For the Bentswood boys
Where the karma comes with the kids and cat food
You see Tina push the pram'cos she was on her back
In his estate car
And in the back of his van
Anything is possible see or feel the noise
For the Bentswood boysFor the Bentswood boys
(Things are happening)
For the Bentswood boys
(mmm... tell it like it is!)
Don't take me down
Don't take me down
Don't take me down south...
(whole verse repeated 4 times)
For the Bentswood boys

Bentswood Boys


When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll
You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls
In a white boys world
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys

Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food
You see Tina push the pram
'Cos she was on her back in his estate car
And in the back of his van
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys

For the Bentswood boys (things are happening)
For the Bentswood boys (mmm...tell it like it is!)

Don't take me down, don't take me down
Don't take me down south

Run with me baby,
Let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me, baby
Let's take a chance,
From Heathrow to Hounslow
From the Eastern Block to France.

Europe is our playground,
London is our town
So run with me baby now.

Run with me baby,
Let your hair down.
Through every station, through every town
Run with me, baby
Let's make a stand
From peepshow to disco
From Spain to Camber Sands

Europe is our playground,
London is our town
So run with me baby now.

Europe is our playground
London is our town
So run with me baby now.

Run with me, come with me
Run with me baby now...

Europe Is Our Playground


Run with me baby, let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me baby, let's take a chance
From Heathrow to Hounslow,
from the Eastern Block to France

Europe is our playground, London is our town
So run with me baby now

Run with me baby, let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me baby, let's make a stand
From peepshows to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands

Europe is our playground, London is our town
So run with me baby now...

Oh when you and I
Watch the planes go by
Silver in the sky,
Do whatever we like

Oh you and me
See the birds and the sea
People on the streets
Could do whatever we please

When every Monday morning
Comes every Monday morning, yeah-yeah
Oh every Monday morning
Comes every Monday morning
Yeah

Oh when you and I
Watch the London sky
The traffic rolling by
Do whatever we like

So we chase the day away
Feel the morning rain
Piss our money down the drain
And do whatever they say

But every Monday morning
Comes every Monday morning, yeah-yeah
Oh every Monday morning
Comes every Monday morning
Yeah

Every Monday Morning Comes


Oh when you and I
Watch the planes go by
Silver in the sky
We do whatever we like

Oh when you and me
See the birds and the sea
The people on the streets
We do whatever we please

But every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah, yeah
Oh every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah

Oh when you and I
Watch the London sky
The traffic rolling by
We do whatever we like

So we chase the day away
And feel the morning rain
Piss our money down the drain
And do whatever they say

But every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah, yeah
Oh every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah

Have you ever been this low?
Taxi's take you where you wanna go
Broken windows endless television shows
I haven't ever been so low

I am the one, oh-oh
I sing the song, oh-oh
My lights are on, oh-oh
But there's nobody home, oh-oh
Nobody home, oh-oh

So much happening today,
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away.
They draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?

I am the one, oh-oh
I sing the song, oh-oh
My lights are on, oh-oh
But there's nobody home, oh-oh
Nobody home, oh-oh

I am the one, oh-oh
I sing the song, oh-oh
My lights are on, oh-oh
But there's nobody home, oh-oh
I sing the song, ah-ah....

Have You Ever Been This Low?


Have you ever been this low?
The taxis take you where you wanna go
Broken windows, endless television shows
I haven't ever been so low

I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home

So much happening today
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away
They draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?

I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home

...nobody home

Another No One


She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles
'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away
So she packs her bag, calls a cab and the world smiles
And inside well she feels all right and turns to say:

"Yes it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end."

She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles
'Cos outside in the morning light it's another day
So she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles
'Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say:

"Yes it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one who'll take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end...
Oh well..."

She takes the blame, takes the pain
But the world smiles
'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away
So She packs her bags,
Calls a cab and the world smiles
And inside where she feels all right
And turns to say:

"Yes it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one
To take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end."

She feels the sun, phones her mum
And the world smiles,
'Cos outside in the morning light it's another day
She packs her bags,
Smokes a fag, and the world smiles
'Cos inside where she feels all right
And turns to say."

"Yes, it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one
Who'll take take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end...oh well..."

Young Men


Tony only reads Asian babes
Danny's doing doves on down the raves
Terry drinks his money away
Oh God, and his sons play drums all day

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons,
are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again

Les says punk isn't dead
Mick is not impeccably bred
Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh God, and Phil's still off his head

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men
You are the ones, are the system, are the sons,
are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again

On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men
Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies,
the young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men
Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men
Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne --
the young men

Oh, Tony only reads Asian Babes
Oh, Danny's doing Doves down the raves
Oh, Terry drinks his money away
Oh God, and his sons play drums all day

On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The Young Men, Young Men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons
Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men
Here we, here we go again

Oh, Les says Punk isn't dead
Oh, Mick he's not impeccably bred
Oh, Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh God, and Phil's still off his head

On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The Young Men, Young Men
You are the ones, are the system are the sons
Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men
Here we, here we go again

On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The Young Men, Young Men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons
Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men

Cheating on the wives
All shiny suits and lazy lies
It's the Young Men, Young Men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister
Kicked your son
It's the Young Men, Young Men
Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets
Cash in the pubs
It's the Young Men, Young Men
Boozing on the train
P-45s and cheap champagne
It's the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men

She walks the streets of summer
Inside her, there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time

The cash machines are laughing
As plastic people passing
She walks the streets to pass the time

Sadie, Sadie, hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie kn-knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah

She sees the midnight taxis
The toilets and the back streets
She feels the wheels and needs a line

Outside there's crazy parties
There's dames in faces laughing
So many ways to pass the time

Sadie, Sadie, hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie kn-knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah

She walks the streets of summer
Inside her, there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time

Inside she feels like winter
For the child that died within her
She walks the streets to pass the time

Sadie, Sadie, hear the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie kn-knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah

She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
The cash machines are laughing
As plastic people passing
She walks the streets to pass-the time

Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah

She sees the midnight taxis
For toilets and the back streets
She feels the wheels and needs the life
Outside there's crazy parties
As painted faces laughing
So many ways to pass the time

Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah, ah-ah

She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
Inside she feels like winter
For the child who died within her
She walks the streets to pass the time

Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah-ah, ah-ah

Money


You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get flash, get cash, get phoney

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get rich, get stitched, get lonely

So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me
It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get wheels, get heels, get sloaney

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get fucked, pissed up, get loaded

So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me
It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get flash get cash, get phoney.

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get rich get stitched get lonely.

So come and amaze me
So come and amaze me
It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on
It's money, money, money

You though you'd come and amaze me honey
You though you'd come and amaze me with your money
You though you'd come and amaze me honey
Get wheels get heels get Sloaney.

You though you'd come and amaze me honey
You though you'd come and amaze me with your money
You though you'd come and amaze me honey
Get fucked pissed up get loaded.

So come and amaze me
So come and amaze me
Takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money

Yes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money

Takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money
Yes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Its the pig of a life for a man and a wife
It the money
la....money.

W.S.D.


Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill it's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't o.d. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there,
don't o.d. on her now

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill
It's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill
Don't OD on him now

Dressed as a woman with horrible hair
And singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there
Don't OD on her now

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son
Who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
We're so disco we can't get on
In this world anymore

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag
It's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag?
Don't OD on him now

Oh, is it true, what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

This Time


Oh, day after day, every morning
The city sighs and cars collide
Oh we take the train through the winter hinterland and garage bands
And we wash it away, we wash it away this grey,
wash it away

Oh, 'cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the only ones

Oh, day after day every morning
The roundabouts will take us south
Past every train in every station
Traffic signs and circle lines

'Cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the only ones

This time is yours and mine
Oh, we're the city sounds, we're the underground
This scene is you and me
Oh, we're the lazy suns, we're the only ones

Oh, day after day, every morning
The city sighs and cars collide
Oh we take the train
Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands

An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey
Wash it away

Oh, cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones

Oh, day after day, every morning
The roundabouts will take us out
Past every train in every station
Traffic signs and circle lines

Oh we wash it away, we wash it away this grey
Wash it away

Oh, cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones

Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street
And they've got somebody else's clothes on

Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag
Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears...

Oh, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife

Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street
And they've got somebody else's clothes on

Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags
Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears...

Oh, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife

Jumble Sale Mums


Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids walk round like they're half asleep
And they've got somebody else's clothes on

Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag
Says something that I can't repeat, and he swears

Oh this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife

Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street
And they've got somebody else's clothes on

Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags
He does some things that I can't repeat, and he swears

Oh this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife
This ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife

Hey lazy lay, and that of course
A day in the life we dream of sheep
Seasong and photo and day let's go
Listen to the music in your sleep

These are the sad songs, that cloak our lives
These are the sad songs, the lies you've had
These are the good times, you keep inside
These are the good things, that you can have if you try

Venus and furs an occasional dream
Sign of the times and there is day
Lazy items and they know you
Listen to the music in your head
These are the sad songs, the broken wives
These are the sad songs, the lies you've had
These are the good times, you keep us sane
These are the good things, that you can have if you try

These are the sad songs, the broken glass
These are the sad songs, the lives we've had
These are the good times, you keep inside
These are the good things, that you can have if you try
And all the sad songs
And all the wives
And all the sad songs
The lies you've had
And all the good times, you keep inside
And all the good things, that you can have if you try

These Are The Sad Songs


Lay Lady Lay and Band of Gold
A Day in the Life, And Dream of Sheep
Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco
Listen to the music in your sleep

These are the sad songs, the broken words
These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard
These are the good times you keep inside
These are the good things that you can have if you try

Venus in Furs and An Occasional Dream
Sign o the Times and Bill is Dead
And Lazyitis and Big Louise
Listen to the music in your head

These are the sad songs, the broken words
These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard
These are the good times you keep inside
These are the good things that you can have if you try

Sadie


Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets
In the parked cars and the pretty parks,
and in every lonely disease
In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right
In the dead flowers and the silent hours
In the nightclubs and the fights

Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she's she's cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie

Inside her is the suburbs, in the old front room in the rain
In all the bad days and the music that plays
In the bored kids and their games
In the new loves under covers, and all the young mums
And their worlds
Who are left at home when all the kids have grown watching
the pretty young girls

Cold, cold as the night, high as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she's cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like... Sadie

Oh and I've got to take it, and I've got to fake it
And I've got to use her, and I've got to choose her
And I've got to feel it, and I've got to steal it
And I've got to be... Sadie

Inside her, is the suburbs
In the sodium lights and the streets
In parked cars and the booty cars
In every lonely disease

In the new love under covers
In the cold touch of the rights
In the dead flowers and the silent hours
In the night-clubs and the fights

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Sadie

Inside her, is the suburbs
In the old front rooms in the rain
In all the bad days, and the music he plays
In the bored kids and their games

In the new love under covers
And the young mums and their words
Let at home when all the kids have grown
Watching all the pretty young girls

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Sadie

Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like

Oh, I've got to take it
and I've got to make it
and I've got to see it
and I've got to be it
and I've got to use it
and I've got to use it
and I've got to be Sadie

Sadie

Graffiti Women


Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall
Graffiti slogans and situations scrawled
Just made up people who wonder through your brain
Graffiti people got nothing, got no name

And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your mind
And they'll steal what they want from who they want from time to time

Graffiti women swap stories in the park
Graffiti women take photos after dark
In permanent people who wonder through the day
Graffiti people got nothing, got no name

And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your mind
So steal what you want from who you want from time to time

Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall
Graffiti slogans and situations fall
Just made up people who wander through the rain
Graffiti people got nothing got no name

And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your minds
And they steal what they want from who they want
from time to time

Graffiti women swap stories in the dark
Graffiti women take photos at the dark
And tenement people who wander through the day
Graffiti people got nothing got no name

And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your minds
And they'll steal what they want from who they want
from time to time

And you sleep but they'll find you
And they carve their number in your minds
And they steal what they want from who they want
from time to time

And you'll sleep but they'll find you
And they carve their number in your minds
And so steal what you want from who you want
from time to time

You've had your fun
Your money's gone
Your only friend is the telephone
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

You stay at home
And light the lights
It make you smile in the empty night
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos, and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone
but they won't call back again
You count the bands, you cut your hair
And someone saying you're a millionaire
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

You've friends to see, a car to drive
You go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone over thirteen stone
And they won't come back again

oh li-da-di-da-di
oh li-da-di-da-di
oh li-da-di-da-di
oh oh

Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
But nothing sad stuff and they've had enough
And they won't come back again

You've had your fun
Your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone

Duchess


You've had your fun, your money's gone
You're only friend is the telephone
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

You stay at home and lights the light
They make you smile in the empty night
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone
But they won't call back again

You count the pounds and cut your hair
Won't someone send you a millionaire?
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

No friends to see, no car to drive
You'd go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh duchess, now you're one of us

Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone over 13 stone
And they won't come back again

She knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans
But now things are tough and they've had enough
And they won't come back again

You've had your fun your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone