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The One They Couldn't Fix
they could not believe what you had done, crooked little one, far too much for 6 o'clock
how the brook ran red around the square, crooked little stares, how the Sunday traffic stopped
now just outside the town there is a house, a crooked little house,
watch the family lay you out, kiss you on your crooked mouth, family raise their heads and shout
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive
once you found a keyhole in the floor, a crooked little door, whispers on the other side
once you found a kitten in the street, with crooked little feet, military pins for eyes
now just outside the town there is a house, a crooked little house,
watch the family spread you out, kiss you on your crooked mouth, family raise their heads and shout
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive,
come and see the one they couldn't fix, torn between the lion and the witch, well
all of the people you lost on they way well they're waiting for this
every crack-up costs you your mind unless you come alive
so just grab your bicycle and point it at the sky, cycle till you're just a streak of light,
fireworks will burn up in the night, just to come alive,
come and see the one they couldn't fix, torn between the lion and the witch, well
all of the people you lost on they way well they're waiting for this,
all the life you feel is not your own, all the ways you feel you might explode,
everyone who waits for you at home
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Bad Behaviour
00:52
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Bad Behaviour
bad behaviour, we turned up drunk tonight
bad behaviour, I'm trying to catch your eye
bad behaviour, these persons is a pain
bad behaviour, I know you feel the same
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The Final Curtain
03:08
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The Final Curtain
this is the final curtain, this is the living end
I will ascend by sundown if I follow the general trend
I will descend by sundown, I've got some mail to send
this is the blackout fever that they said would precede the end
I wasn't happy with your party
I had a number of things to say
this is the blackout fever, this is the poisoned well
somewhere below my sneakers sit the roofs of the suburbs of hell
this is the final curtain, this is the living end
I will be gone by sundown if I do what the general says
I wasn't happy with your party
I had a number of things to say
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Communist
03:17
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Communist
when the times seem to pass you by
dreaming the same dream every night, living without a feel for life
like a snake at the foot of love
missing the bit before the flood, trying your best to spoil the fun
nightmares and vampires and s&m queens
are giving you grief in your room and that's all you can see
that's what you're up against, you're up against
the lonely part is hanging out
and still you can't get off the fence
cos nothing gets you high enough or low enough to feel some love
when the high only brings you down,
feeling unmoved on holy ground, little defeats in coastal towns
like a spy in the house of love
watching the duchess do her stuff, needing a touch that never comes
nightmares and vampires and private school fakes
are giving you grief in the papers so make no mistake
that's what you're up against, you're up against
the lonely part is hanging out
and still you can't get off the fence
cos nothing gets you hard enough or soft enough to feel some love
oh love, you've been trying to be free
oh love, you've been looking at me
but love, you've been holding the key, waiting for me
that's what you're up against, you're up against
your sad and lonely heart is hanging out, oh my
you've got to get your spirit straight don't let it falter till it's gone
till it's gone
I'm showing you sun through the morning mist, a bloodied wrist
and you might call yourself an ambulance or a communist but baby this is it
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When We Die
01:29
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When We Die
it's another sunny day, the sea is lemonade
you've put on sunglasses with flamingo-coloured frames
Doris Day just died, so we try to decide
the song we'll make the TV tributes lead with when we die
come and see the one they couldn't fix
torn between the lion and the witch
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Some Violence
02:42
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Some Violence
little things that piss you off, little bugs that bite
tiny mouths that wake you up, every single night (I could really use some violence tonight)
little things that fuck you up, cancer cells and germs,
tiny pills in paper cups, tiny flames still burn (oh just light it up a little alright)
little things that piss you off, little bugs that bite
tiny mouths that wake you up, every single night
tell the little light at the top of the sky
I could really use some violence tonight
it's a little late for us but let's give it a try
oh just light up a little alright
little things that wear you down, little words that hurt
tiny little syllables like you and him and her (I could really use some violence tonight)
little things that fuck you up, cancer cells and germs,
tiny pills in paper cups, tiny flames still burn (oh just light it up a little alright)
.....
tell the little light at the top of the sky
I could really use some violence tonight
it's a little late for us but let's give it a try
oh just light up a little alright
tell the little light at the top of the sky
I could really use some violence tonight
it's a little late for us but let's give it a try
oh just light up a little alright
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A Distant Planet
01:21
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A Distant Planet
I had the dream again
I parked behind the burning house
and crept up the garden path (gravel, dead grass, beer cans)
I stood on my tiptoes to look in through the kitchen window
and saw a face very like mine
but with no eyes, no teeth, skin like the surface of a distant planet
and suddenly I was inside looking out, the cold glass against my forehead
and the family gathering behind me
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Love Me Sober
02:55
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Love Me Sober
love me sober love me drunk
love me in the wake of everything I've ever done
love me sailing love me sunk
love me as the water swallows up the bottom bunk
I I I am beginning to see
you you you're getting sober on me
all my agony uncles agree that it's time to set you free
love me nervous love me still
love me in the flood of every drop I've ever spilled
love me velvet love me silk
love me in the fog of every shot and every pill
I I I am beginning to see
you you you're getting older on me
all my agony uncles agree that it's time to set you free
and though I know you'd better go
my love I've got to let you know
that I need you to go but I want you so so so
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