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Can't get the stink off He's been hanging around for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends One day he'll get to you Teach you how to be a holy cow You do it to yourself you do And that's what really hurts is You do it to yourself just you You and no-one else You do it to yourself Don't get my sympathy hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks 3 times He still comes reeling through the door And soon he'll get to you Teach you how to get to purest hell You do it to yourself you do And that's what really hurts is You do it to yourself just you You and no-one else You do it to yourself 8: My Iron Lung Faith your driving me away You do it everyday You don't mean it but it hurts like hell My brain says im receiving pain A lack of oxygen from my life support My iron lung Were too young to fall asleep Too cynical to speak We are loosing it can't you tell? We scratch our eternal itch Our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our Iron lung The headshrinkers They know everything My Uncle Bill My Belisha Beacon Suck suck your teenage thumb Toilet trained and dumb When the power runs out we'll just hum This this is our new song Just like the last one A total w.a.s.t.e. of time My iron lung If you're frightened You can be frightened You can be ex-oke |
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Limb by limb and tooth by tooth Tearing up inside of me Everyday, everyhour wish that I Was bullet proof Wax me Mold me Heat the pins and stab them in You have turned me into this Just wish that it Was bullet proof Bullet proof So pay me money and take a shot Lead-fill the hole in me I could burst a million bubbles All surrogate And bullet proof Bullet proof 10: Black Star I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown |
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You bite through the big wall The big wall bites back You sit there and sulk Sit there and bawl You are so pretty When youre on your knees Disinfected Eager to please Sometimes you sulk Sometimes you burn God rest your soul When the loving comes And we've already gone Just like your dad You'll never change Each time it comes It eats me alive I try to behave But it eats me alive So I declare A holiday Fall asleep Drift away 12: Street Spirit (Fade Out) Rows of houses all bearing down on me I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things in all positions All these things will one day take control And fade out again and fade out This machine will - will not communicate These thoughts and the strain I am under Be a world child form a circle before we all go under And fade out again and fade out again Cracked eggs dead birds Scream as they fight for life I can feel death can see it's beady eyes All these things into frution All these things we'll one day swallow whole And fade out again and fade out again iMMerSe yoUr soul in LoVe |
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