1. |
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the voice of God
was cracked and dry
the road well worn
a pantomime
has come to town
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2. |
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all sense is gone
just let it go, just let it go
why live your life as a concept?
don't live your life as a concept
dimensions freeze
your sticky piss
your world becomes a vaccuum
sucking at the things you hold dear
more news at one
her son is dead
just another bloody page
to add to paper trails
that lead to you
so unconcerned
it's not your fault
that's what the doctors told you
just take your cipralex and dream
just don't lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
to the dead-end streets
and the subway trains
oh, there are devils there
that will take control
if you lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
her head's a box
postmarked and sealed
no more return to sender
no wedding gifts or baby clothes
you are a ghost
of body parts
just another grey surrender
bent, double drunk
and broken down
and the cats cry wolf
the dogs cry foul
but the stars still shine
and you still dream
of abattoirs
and tiny girls
in geisha bars
oh, but don't lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
to the dead-end streets
and the subway trains
oh, there are devils there
that will take control
if you lose yourself
just don't lose yourself
please don't lose yourself
please don't lose yourself
please don't lose yourself
please don't lose yourself
oh, buddy
don't you lose yourself
please don't lose yourself
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3. |
Here Come The Tourists
05:00
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here come the tourists
with stars in their eyes
they strike so softly
away from the body
here come the tourists
with shoulderbag smiles
they love confusion
they study the chaos
and as they pass you by
their heels will click like typewriters
the cameras click as you pass them by
and as they stop to stare
they will kill you without thought or care
the cameras click as you pass them by
here come the tourists
a crack murder scene
nothing is sacred
they pay to view hatred
here come the tourists
here come the tourists
here come the tourists
here come the tourists
here come the tourists
here come the tourists
and as they pass you by
their heels will click like typewriters
the cameras click as you pass them by
and as they stop to stare
they will kill you without thought or care
the cameras click as you pass them by
their heels will click like typewriters
their heels will click like typewriters
the cameras click as you pass them by
the cameras click as you pass them by
and as they stop to stare
they will kill you without thought or care
the cameras click as you pass them by
the cameras click as you pass them by
the cameras click
the cameras click
click
click
click
click
click
click
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4. |
A Perfect Hate
02:24
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a perfect hate
for a perfect world
it seems to be the way
down in the dark
I'll spread dis-ease
I'll be your no-name child
a perfect hate
clues for the future
evil in black and white
colours tomorrow
a perfect hate
a perfect hate
a guilded vaacuum
oh holy boy
violence is your glory
oh holy boy
the dollar is your god
oh holy boy
aiming high won't cost you more
oh holy boy
here's the keys
to the gun store
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5. |
Twenty-Seven
03:41
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you are broken glass
you are broken
you are broken glass
the shards and the splinters
become you
they become you
I'm so sorry
I have vowed to continue this journey
of reconstruction
you are broken glass
you are broken glass
you cut through the tissue
of memory
there was pleasure
but no beauty
are you colder?
I'm so sorry
I have vowed to continue this journey
of reconstruction
I will hurt you
I'm so sorry
so, so sorry
I'm so sorry
so, so sorry
please forgive me
please forgive me
please forgive me
forgive me
forgive me
forgive me
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6. |
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some words from a song I remember
I tried to sing along
the children didn't seem to care
they'd seen it all before
I remember the sound of your laughter
my hand upon your breast
I thought I had you in my grasp
then all the Devil's loveless
gathered round my feet
for they knew inside
my blood ran cold as will
I smoke another cigarette
another song I will forget
the djs break my heart each day
upon the radio
some words from a song I remember
I tried to sing along
the children didn't seem to care
they'd seen it all before
you were my reason for living
you were my reason for living
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7. |
Rebecca
03:09
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Rebecca
don't you know that it's true?
the wind's at your heels
the sun in your face
we are smiling for you
Rebecca
won't you open your blinds?
It's a beautiful day
for running away
from the pain that you hide
Rebecca
it was all in your hands
but the things that you said
turned hearts into lead
nothing left for chance
but Rebecca
that was all in the past
still I want you to know
that the seeds that you sow...
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8. |
The City
07:23
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I live for the filth
and the squalor
of the city
of the city
I breathe for the filth
and the squalor
of the city
of the city
another siren serenade
the dealer's girl is laughing now
she's living out her fairytale
a doper's dope parade
oh pretty one
you were so young
your hair was long
and your shoes were wrong
but you cut your locks
and styled a bob
and grew two heels
that were dagger sharp
now you step to my evil car
I'd take you to the movies
but
they're closing of the avenue
a child was shot today
I live for the filth
and the squalor
of the city
of the city
I breathe for the filth
and the squalor
of the city
of the city
it's where I want to be
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9. |
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my friend
the scooter boy
saved the world today
he stopped time
with his pocket watch
he put a crack
inside every head
that disconnects us
from desire
my friend
the scooter boy
saved the world today
my friend
the scooter boy
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