- Quick
- Man O'The Year
- Less
- Girl
- Ballad Of Simon & Constance
- Media
- All Go Down
- Sister
You had enough yet?
Your wish came true today
Robbed on crosses, studied stars
Wished to be somewhere better
Then where you were
Well here you are. Are you happy?
Had enough? I tried, I swear
It was more that I could bear
Change the changes, fix me quick
Stick the needle in it's not enough
yet... I want love and I dont want
to care. You want love and you
don't want to care? What?
For the last twenty years,
She was sure and just waiting to leave.
She would shake in her sleep,
And over and over repeat,
There's plenty of time to bury
To bury what you don't want the sun to see.
What he won't know he won't believe
Then he'll see a family
In the dirt of the earth of the reasons
for a young man to feel,
There's a maze of arrangemets between trust
And the desire to steal.
And there's plenty of time to carry.
He carries what they don't want the sun to see
They just want their son to be man o' the year
Oh, mother
Father
Oh, my lover, you want a kiss?
Oh, my lover, I'll give gifts of my sickness
My lover my mother my sister my son anyone
I'll be the one to smother your fears,
kneel down beside you and whisper that it's alright
Blood, so what, it's painless
No one is to blame
Ohm my lover, give me a kiss, tell me I'm pretty,
Tell me it's all gonna be like this
And if you promise again that you'll never
get upset again I promise to forget again next time
"...hands off me!" is what I'd scream,
But your big strong arms just take my breath away
(Addictiondenialaddictiondenial)
Blood, so what, it's painless
No one is to blame
Time is wasted when we feel no pain
I just lose my temper
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird,
I know why you sing
I am not to blame
I was just a little girl
I am still ashamed in a way
But you never said
You were just a little girl
You can always call my name
All for love
So you said
Out of love
So I fell
Things you never said
I was just a little girl
Were you scared or ashamed
Then you took away
My little place in the world
Where I would play
All this time
You will never say
I was just a little girl
Ever again
Simon: "I'll never get it,so I guess I'll never win.
'Cruelty free' is some sick joke,
and someone's gettin' paid well for it
(moans) Oh, the horror!"
(and she swallows and the come goes down easy)
Simon: "You ate, taste good?"
Constance: "Makes me sick, nibbling on sinewy muscles"
(Constance's conscience kisses him,
slippery. His mouth opens.)
Constance: "Don't you say a word!"
The moan in unison. Simon says Another way.
Constance plays the slave.
Lays her body over. Bed becomes the grave.
"They are bitter little people
The are gonna scream a bit
The image of a little troublemaker
Animal lunatic
Maybe we can stick'em with it
Choke'em in solutions
Lick a bloody puddle off of faces
that were trouble for us
Let another motherfucker give another reason why"
Pretty tricky benetton,
Turning trouble into profit
"Dying people? Sick world?
Stick it in a magazine"
Hmmm...Out of compassion
or in the name of fashion?
If you really gave a shit
You wouldn't go to so much fucking trouble
Taking credit for it.
Giving is an act of caring
Not of telling people what to wear
Is this death?
We see our lives flashed before our eyes.
I've seen this life and it's a lie.
It's a trick it's a lie it's a fake
it's a fraud applaud.
Too much time spent
thinking of ways to die.
Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes
from the sun
I'll try to be more
open in my hope for our time
Blur the lines dividing what is ours
and what is mine.
Mother Theresa's been working nights
Say no more, I'm on my way
Gandhi's getting fed up,
he's looking for a fight
Say mo more, I'm on my way
And we all go down
And we all go down again
I swore I'd bring you something sort of mine...
Hands above my head, stealing sunlight from the sky
And I lost myself when you went away
Say no more, I'm on my way
Anyway... 'bye and we all go down
And we all go down again
I will pass on things that I've been shown
You'll see too why I feel so alone in this world
I'll try to be more open with my hope for out time
blur the lines dividing what is our
And what is mine
Say no more, I'm on my way to the sky
My sister always wanted.
I always wondered what.
Thought I asked too often.
How much is never enough?
My sister used to tell me.
I used to understand.
With words & smile & little whispers.
Just slipped right thru my hands.
Save me something for today (save me)
My sister still just wants.
And I'm still wondering what.
I think sometimes.
I ask too often.
But tell me how much,
If ever, is it ever enough?
Save me something for today (save me)
