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             Come Home ~  Teenage Angst ~  Bionic ~  36 Degrees
        Hang On To Your IQ ~ Nancy Boy ~  I Know ~  Bruise Pristine 
                              Lady Of The Flowers ~  Swallow

Come Home

Stuck between the do or die, I feel emaciated
Hard to breathe I try and try, I'll get asphyxiated
Swinging from the tallest height, with nothing left to hold on to
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you

Come home, come home, come home, come home

Glass and petrol vodka gin, it feels like breathing methane
Throw yourself from skin to skin, and still it doesn't dull the pain
Vanish like a lipstick trace, it always blows me away
Every cloud is grey, with dreams of yesterday

Come home, come home, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come home, come home

Always goes against the grain, and I can try and deny it
Give a monkey half a brain, and still he's bound to fry it
Now the happening scene is dead, I used to want to be there too
Every sky is blue, but not for me and you

Come home, come home, come home, come home
Come home, come home, come home, come home

Teenage Angst

Shine the headlight, straight into my eyes
Like the roadkill, I'm paralysed
You see through my disguise
At the drive-in, double feature
Pull the lever, break the fever
And say your last goodbyes

Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever ever goes my way

One fluid gesture, like stepping back in time
Trapped in amber, petrified
And still not satisfied
Airs and social graces, elocution so divine
I'll stick to my needle, and my favourite waste of time
Both spineless and sublime

Since I was born I started to decay
Now nothing ever - ever goes my way

Bionic

Harder faster, forever after
Harder faster, forever after
Harder faster, forever after
Forever after

None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade

Harder faster, forever after
Harder faster, forever after
Harder faster, forever after
Forever after

None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade

36 Degrees

We were tight, but it falls apart as silver turns to blue
Waxing with a candlelight, and burning just for you
Allocate your sentiment, and stick it in a box
I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing

Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache - it's what I'm afraid of
Someone tried to do me ache - it's what I'm afraid of

With hindsight, I was more than blind, lost without a clue
Thought I was getting carat gold, and what I got was you
Stuck inside the circumstances, lonely at the top
I've always been an introvert, happily bleeding

Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache
Someone tried to do me ache - it's what I'm afraid of
Someone tried to do me ache - it's what I'm afraid of

4 7 2 3 9 8 5 - I gotta breathe to stay alive
And 1 4 2 9 7 8 - feels like I'm gonna suffocate
14 16 22 - this skin that turns to blister blue
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulders toes and knees, I'm 36 degrees
Shoulders toes and knees - 36 degrees

Hang On To Your IQ

Chinese masseuse comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush in her pocket
Two rubbers, two lubes, and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely

Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside
Roll another, for breakfast
Burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely

Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88
I'm a fool, whose tool is small
It's so miniscule, it's no tool at all

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely

Nancy Boy

Alcoholic kind of mood
Lose my clothes, lose my lube
Cruising for a piece of fun
Looking out for number one
Different partner every night
So narcotic outta sight
What a gas
What a beautiful ass

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me

Kind of buzz that lasts for days
Had some help from insect ways
Comes across all shy and coy
Just another nancy boy
Woman, man or modern monkey
Just another happy junkie
Fifty pounds, press my button
Going down

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me

Does his makeup in his room
Douse himself with cheap perfume
Eyeholes in a paper bag
Greatest lay I ever had
Kind of guy who mates for life
Gotta help him find a wife
We're a couple
When our bodies double

And it all breaks down at the role reversal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal
Got the muse in my head - she's universal
Spinnin' me round she's coming over me
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I Know

I know, you love the song but not the singer
I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger
I know, you want the sin without the sinner
I know
I know

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know

I know, you got me loose in contradiction
I know, I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know, it's asking for your benediction
I know
I know

I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know, the last in line is always called a bastard
I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster
I know
I know
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Bruise Pristine

Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me

Bruise
Pristine
Serene
We were born to lose

Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me

Bruise
Pristine
Serene
We were born to lose

Encore...

Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me

Bruise
Pristine
Serene
We were born to lose

Lady Of The Flowers

'Scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze

'Scuse me, I apologize
She's got vacum cleaner eyes - suck you in
She's got magazines, filled with pear pies
'scuse me, I apologize

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
And her hypnotic gaze

She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out

'Scuse me, I apologize
He likes your attitude, he tries it on for size
He spends the afternoon, between your thighs
How's that for gratitude, I apologize

It seemed to last for hours
It seemed to last for days
This lady of the flowers
Her electronic haze

She wears her tears on her blouse
Confused and racked with self-doubt
She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out

She stole the keys to my house
And then she locked herself out

She lays me down
She lays me

Swallow

Confiscate... razor blade... confiscate...
Hey, Marilyn... it kinda went like this...
Stay with me... stay with me... stop... stop stammering...
I uh... I uh... I... I...
Stop... I forgot where I put it... I can't remember where I put it...
Swallow... swallow...
Hey... hey... what... Marilyn...
Yeah... I... I...

Well I... kind of... it kinda went like this... kinda...
Stay with me... stay with me... stop... stammering... stop stammering...
I uh... I uh... I... I...
I forgot... I forgot... I uh... I forgot where I put it... I can't remember where I put it... I put it...
Swallow... swallow... Marilyn... Marilyn... I... well I...

Stop... it kinda went like this...
Stay with me... stay with me... stay with me... stop... stammering... stop stammering...
I uh... I uh... I... I...
Stop... stop... I uh...
Forgot where I put it... I can't remember where I put it...
Swallow... Marilyn...
Where I put it yeah... I well... well I... it kinda... kinda went like this... it went... like this it...
Stay with me... stay... stay with me... Stop... stammering... stop stammering... I uh... I uh... I...

 
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