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| 6:20 | 
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India, India
You're my love song India you're my love song In the flowers You can have me in the flowers We will dance alone And live our useless lives India stupid on the carpet floor India stupid on the carpet floor We dance upon the carpet floor And reel around India, India, India, India, India I'm American, ha ha ha India Caroline is really great She serves the muck Upon a tray And little rich boy don't you cry You kiss me in the anodyne See the ceiling raining spit The beach is backwards isn't it India don't you cry India see the ceiling raining tears You will cry a thousand tears All the women form a line Put your face upon a line This is for the discotheque This is stupid, I object And I love you and I love you And please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me Please me, please me, please me India, India, India, India |
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| 2. |
| 5:38 |
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Stupid on the steinway
So sick upon a steinway The sailors drown See them talk and see them drown And see them drink and fall around Upon the floor Sister of mine, home again Sister of mine, home again Lonely in a crowded room The radio plays out of tune So silently The radio upon the floor Is stupid it plays aznavour So out of key Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Broken on a ship of fools Even dreams must fall to rules So stupidly Words are all just useless sound Just like cards they fall around And we will be Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Buy a car and watch it rust Sister see them fall to dust They fall around In another crowded room Paint me like the shirt I'm in Honestly Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Home again Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister of mine Sister |
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| 3. |
| 5:28 |
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Another Christ is on the cross
The nails are words The nails are lies To make it crawl And make it scream And make it real And make it bleed And make it bleed And make it bleed And make it dream Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ This you who lie and scream You fall to dust You fall to dust In walls of words Your words are blind You speak and you are dumb and blind The word that is your god Is you who fall so low and fall so far Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Fly to the moon dear Sew it on a stool Tie on the carpet all the cowboys fall See the cowboys fat and reeling Dancing underneath the ceiling Leave the bar the theatre's closing Make a wall of your religion Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Mary mary Mother mother You and me and God the father Jesus is a woman too He looks like all of me and you Your money talks and All your friends Will laugh at her pathetic tits Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Imitation of Christ Imitation |
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| 4. |
| 2:40 |
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You will have a dress of white
You will have a ring of gold You will have a paper snow We'll fall See the wall The wall is black We will have a heart attack We will be alone and We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall Fall in love like sailors do Tell your lover you'll be true Sail upon the stupid sea We'll fall You will have a sheet of red Paint the trees, the trees are dead We will be alone and We'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall, we'll fall Marry me and be my wife You can have me all your life Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Are the children really home? We will lie upon the lawn Needles on the beach at Goa We will have another flower We will be a part of structure You will have a face of structure We will make ourselves a scene We will live our stupid dream I am you and you are me Tie me down I will be free Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Marry me and be my wife You can have me all your life Our love will never end Parties for our stupid friends Are the children really home? We will lie upon the lawn Needles on the beach at Goa We will have another flower We will be a part of structure You will have a face of structure We will make ourselves a scene We will live our stupid dream I am you and you are me Tie me down I will be free Our love will have no end |
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| 5. |
| 2:36 |
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My baby paints herself red
She paints her hair Her hair is dead She's living in the city With the bodies that scream We are all Jesus We all dream See the dancer in there reeling Paint the sky upon the ceiling Four useless gods upon a day So blinded by the filth on Sunday Saying the words for the idiots You are miracle drivel Optical sewer Listens to the flowers fall Paint the words upon the wall This is the pulse of fools like you Who sound so red and turn so blue The sound of uselessness in summer The war is over if you want See the dancer see me reeling Paint the sea upon the ceiling Pulse My baby paints herself red She paints her hair Her hair is dead She's living in the city With the bodies that scream We are all Jesus We all dream See the dancer see me reeling Paint the sky upon the ceiling That's pulse |
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| 6. |
| 3:26 |
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I'm in love with catholics
I'm in love with your blue cars I'm in love with the words that scream We are so stupid, we all dream I'm in love with Frank Sinatra Fly me to the moon I'm in love with fools like you I'm in love with doing the twist I'm in love with the bodies that scream They fall so far, they fall so far I'm in love with The Supremes Oh baby love I'm in love with Sophia Loren I'm in love with Bridget Bardot I'm in love with the whole dumb scene I'm so in love, you know what I mean I'm in love with Anthea and Donna All that shit that goes Uptown top ranking I'm in love with the factory I'm in love with the BBC I'm in love with your T.V. They're so in love with you and me I'm in love with a nuclear bomb it falls I'm in love with shopping city dreams I'm in love with real men They go through the Air for oxygen Love is just a car like you That turns so blue and turns so blue No blue cars will run my world No playboys will black my word I would walk a million smiles For one of your miles Bob Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop We love you, we love you, we love you We love you, we love you, we love you We love you |
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| 7. |
| 4:19 |
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play another wedding song
a wedding song goes on and on see the churches falling down this is only in your mind we're useless we're useless all their dresses stand so white all the brides are all in white play another wedding song a wedding song goes on and on we're useless we're useless walking on the paper ruins shoes and rice and one two three picking through the plastic ruins of my useless memory make a line of useless women make a line of useless men love me love me love me love again again again again we're useless we're useless completely |
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| 8. |
| 6:56 | 
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| 9. |
| 4:10 |
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see the people dead in cars
see their bodies bleed i know he's so dead and gone i think that is free his body is upon the wall his teeth are sharp and white we cut his eyes with razorblades and out of him comes foul white light in the eastern carpet store he is made of dreams put his picture on the wall just where the mirror gleams his body is upon the wall his teeth are sharp and white we cut his face with razorblades and out of him comes foul white light his power's all around his feet there's flowers in his heart if you take the needles out his body falls apart his body is upon the wall his teeth are sharp and white we cut his hands with razorblades and out of him comes foul white light make a god of politics make a god of police worship it with automobiles worship it with screams his body is upon the wall his teeth are sharp and white he cuts his feet with razorblades and out of him comes foul white light make a god of useless drivel sew it at the seams float it down the river where the sewage is the sea his body is upon the wall his teeth are sharp and white he cuts his teeth with razorblades and out of him came stupid light that's flowers |
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| 10. |
| 3:13 |
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| 11. |
| 2:53 |
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This is my shirt
This is yours And this is called a dream It must be the soap you use And mine is called So Kleen It was so well advertised All day on channel nine We live in the soap commercial We are all a lie Listen to this, listen to this Listen to this, listen to this I live in the factory And we are all the same I live in the family And all the traffic screams It was so well advertised All day on channel nine We live in the soap commercial We are all a lie Listen to this, listen to this Listen to this, listen to this Channel nine Soap commercial, soap commercial Soap commercial. |
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