OTHER LYRICS

Drowning By Numbers
Slackerbitch
Bigmouth Strikes Again
Eyesight To The Blind
Dark Globe
Then The Clouds Will Open Up For Me
Been Smoking Too Long
Flesh Mechanic
Miss Moneypenny
Waiting For The Son Of Man
Paycheck
Mars Landing Party
20th Century Boy
Kitsch Object
Burger Queen ( French Version )

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Drowning By Numbers

Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Such determination, always tries to turn the tide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing
This chromosome
It's my choosing
Down to the bone
Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Such imagination always helps the feeling slide
Open up your soul, falling back into
The big, big blue
Try losing
This chromosome
It's my choosing
Down to the bone
Blood, Dive in, Blood
Drowning, Blood, Dive in
[Repeat]
Open up your heart, let me slip inside
Auto-flagellation always helps the ghost to hide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing
This chromosome
It's my choosing
Down to the bone
Blood, Dive in, Blood
Drowning, Blood, Dive in
[Repeat]

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Slackerbitch

It echoes in my brain
I didn't mean it
Pulses through my vein
I didn't mean it
I'm the one to blame
I didn't mean it
Did too much cocaine
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Always comes back for more
Your memory will fade
I didn't mean it
You've always had it made
I didn't mean it
I know you feel betrayed
I didn't mean it
I just wanted to get layed
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Always knocking on my door
You come across impure
I didn't mean it
God damn imature
I didn't mean it
You act so insecure
I didn't mean it
You hate me now, i'm sure
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Dripping sex from every pore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Looks real cute, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag hag whore
Such a mother fucking whore

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Bigmouth Strikes Again

Sweetness, sweetness i was only joking when i said
I'd like to smash every tooth in your head
Oh, sweetness, sweetness i was only joking when i said
By rights you should be blugeoned in your bed
And now i know how joan of arc felt
Now i know how joan of arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her discman started to melt
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
In the human race
Oh
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race.
And now i know how joan of arc felt
Now i know how joan of arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her megadrive started to melt
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
In the human race.
Oh, Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da bigmouth strikes again
And I've got no right to take my place
In the human race.

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Eyesight To The Blind

You don't know me
And you never hold me
Like your little piece on the side
My mother told me
That you're never lonely
When you're laughing, all the time
Inside-out and outside-in
You bring eyesight to the blind
Crying, is a crime.
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down.
You don't know me
And you never hold me
Like your little boy in blue
My father told me
That you're always lonely
When they're all laughing at you
Inside-out and outside-in
You bring Jesus to the jew.
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down.
You don't know me
And you never hold me
Like your little piece on the side
Inside-out and outside-in
You bring eyesight to the blind.

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Dark Globe

Oh, where are you now?
'Cause the willow that smiled on this leaf
When I was alone
You promised the stone from your heart
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Trenning my sand please
Please lift your hand
I'm only a person
Who's arm bounds beetles
Hands lay tall
Won't you miss me
Wouldn't you miss me at all oh, oh, oh
The poppybirds wang
Swing twig-coffee ground around
Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Trenning my sand please, please,
Please lift your hand
I'm only a person
Who's asking my chains
I've tatooed my brain all the way
Won't you miss me
Wouldn't you miss me at all oh, oh, oh

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Then The Clouds Will Open Up For Me

My guy has a tan transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and Ginger are too sentimental, crying in shame
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
It's a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
My guy has a tattoo ornamental
When he's frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me
A covered carcass is too elemental, caught underneath a subway
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
It's a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through me
Scatter the ashes one more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, one more time for me
One more time for me, One more time for me
One more time for me, One more time for me
Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic? Yes please, I'll have a sample
Riding on my very last chance
Then the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my Jesus Christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you play the price
Sadness the name of the spike that took me
I'll make that's all
Like some raging, hard, horny Mephistopheles
Who came for my soul

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Been Smoking Too Long

Yeah, I really, um, I really, I really wanted to kind of like,
To capture some kind of like moment, but maybe it's better if I'm sober...'
Wake up in the morning, I look at my clock
It's way past noontime, i'm late for work
Tell me what have i done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me it must be that i've been smoking too long
Go to fix me some breakfast, i ain't got no food
Take me a shower, the water don't feel no good
Tell me what have i done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me must be that i've been smoking too long
I got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose
Nightmares made of hash dreams, the devil in my shoes
What have I done wrong?
Yeah nothing can go right with me it must be that i've been smoking too long
When I'm smoking, smoking, put my worries on a shelf
Try not to think about nothing, don't wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking too long
In this blues i'm singing, there's a lesson to be learned
You go round smoking, you're gonna get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me must be that i've been smoking
Too long, too long

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Flesh Mechanic

He tries to embrace her
She wants him to race her
He needs a laser
To get it through her skull
(Means and lies and hatreds)?
Tears that fall in sequence
Cold caress
Imprints
Conversation growing dull
Says he's a poet
Loudly protoazoan
And he kisses ass for free
I took a vow of silence
When he tries to talk to me
I just turn on the tv
He tries to impress her
Mentally undress her
It takes more to possess her
But in his pocket lies a hole
He's got a thousand talents
Charisma by the bagful
Aristocratic parents
A rebel with a heart of gold
Says he's a poet
This time he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his words to me
I swallow words like a
Placebo
He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes
Careful not to give your favours
To your lonesome fucked-up neighbours
I had one who sent me her heart
In a tupperware container
All the movies in my head
They flicker with my bleeding heart
A careless slipping of the tongue
On just another private part
Blatant search for
Stoned affection
Fights the lust that
Breeds infection
Meet me at the
Intersection
Don't forget your
Fuel injection
He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes
You think this love is bona fide
You're being taken for a ride
Wrap your lip around your head
And slowly blow yourself away

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Miss Moneypenny

Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while
Lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style
It's a dirty job but shooting guns just makes you horny
Wants to spill his seed on guaranteed, service with a smile.
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Pitter patter of the eyelid on the first roll of the dice
Feel the atmosphere, it's gently laced with nicotine and spice
It's a long walk home, the entrance of the night is scary
Only trouble is, he never learned to shoot the same gun twice
Miss Moneypenny, Miss Moneypenny, Oh
Miss Moneypenny, Miss Moneypenny, Oh
Every job he saves ???
Martini, mobile phone
Bastards getting in his way
They're all pushing daisies
All you need to make a movie is a gun and a girl
0898 007 [repeat]

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Waiting For The Son Of Man

Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Laughter comes to the lucky, not me
People in my head that won't stop talking
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy crawling
Walking in the park and i think that i'm falling
Swimming in the sea and i think i'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Packing all the time ??
Can save me
Waiting X3
For the son of man
For the son of man
Patience comes to the ugly, not me
Concentration comes to the ugly, not me
Nothing on the box that hasn't been born
No one in the street that isn't old
Driving in the car and i think that i'm crashing
Swimming in the Sea and i think that i'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards X2
Packing all the time
Can save me
Waiting X3
For the son of man
For the son of man

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Paycheck

Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
Dressed up like a capital shaker
Pull the ????
Dressing up or down
I'll have you're guts for garters
Just for starters
Don't you make me frown
She could've been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasting half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab
Confused by the one's who break her
She's a faker, never makes a sound
Undressed like a ?stolen fair?
Buying shares, pay her by the pound
I'll have your face for breakfast
I'm in excess, neither lost nor found
She could've been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasted half is life on speed
Now he's reformed and working for the red
The white and blue
Plain sailing, shoulder pad
Dental flossing, back stab
Pay - check, Pay - check
Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets now
You god damn liar
Take me higher
I never wanted the real thing, I never
Wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never
Wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing, I never
Wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
Slacker, wasted half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, wife swapping
Stool pigeon, back stab.
Pay - check, Pay - check
Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets now
You god damn liar
Pants on fire
Cold ???? two, four on me
But this one really takes the piss
It's likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than this.

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Mars Landing Party

Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une présence ambigüe,
Une présence inconnue,
Jusqu'a ce que j'en peux plus,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une présence ambigüe,
Une présence inconnue,
Jusqu'a ce que j'en peux plus,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une présence ambigüe,
Une présence inconnue,
Jusqu'a ce que j'en peux plus.

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20th Century Boy

Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
I move like a rat, talk like a cat, sting like a bee
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy
Your twentieth century boy
Friends says it's fine, friends says it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood
Fly like a plane, drive like a car, hold out your hand
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy
Your twentieth century toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Everybody says it's just like Rock 'n' roll
I move like a cat, talk like a rat, sting like a bee
Babe i'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy
Your twentieth century boy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy

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Kitsch Object

Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
If your love is dying
Going passively (?)
With artistic licence
Always comes for free
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
Slipped her way backstage
Paris is the rage?
Close in on your prey
How I slipped away
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
If your love is dying
Going passively (?)
With artistic licence
Always comes for free
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
Weightless
Bad hair
Faithless
Scared
Know that creatures face
Both seen better days
Too quick to blow a fuse
That's the likely juice
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
If your love is dying
Going passively (?)
With artistic licence
Always comes for free
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
Said: weightless
Bad hair
Faithless
Scared
Slipped her way backstage
Paris is the rage?
Close in on your prey
How I slipped away
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me
If your love is dying
Going passively (?)
With poetic licence
Always comes for free
Just like every lichen
How you stick to me

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Burger Queen ( French Version )

Toujours stupéfié par ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Mais à la césarienne sa première opération
Hey you, hey you
Ses habits avantage sa pâle imcomplexion
Hey you, hey you
Et maintenant tant d'efforts pour une si simple érection
Hey you
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Il drague en boîte et il cherche sa connection
Hey you, hey you
Pas trop de jouissance mais pas mal d'affection
Hey you, hey you
Il rêve de l'endroit à la plus belle sélection
Hey you, hey you
Mais toujours tant d'efforts pour une si simple érection
Hey you
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Things aren't what they seem
Luxemburger Queen
He's a burger queen
Toujours stupéfié par ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Mais à la césarienne sa première opération
Hey you, hey you
Rêve de l'endroit à la plus belle sélection
Hey you, hey you
Rêve d'un visage à la pure perfection
Hey you
Things aren't what they seem
Luxemburger Queen
Luxemburger Queen
Luxemburger Queen
He's a burger queen.

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