Bad boys and painkillers Together like peas in a pod Look at me just sticking around The oxygen draining through my blood
Body crunched up and tight Pounding and kicking me blind Failing my body design Digging trenches, looking for mines
CHORUS: (Bad boys and) Looking for a new way out (Painkillers) Swollen hands looking for love (Bad boys and) Safe from harm is all I ask (Painkillers)
Bad boys and painkillers Drags me down so I'm miserable Buy some time, I'm coming unstuck Leave me here, I'll crawl my way back
Cold as statues with such grace My head imprinted with your face I long for longing in this place It's no so hard with some patience
CHORUS: (Bad boys and) Shaking like there's no way out (Painkillers) Swollen hands looking for love (Bad boys and) Safe from harm is all I ask (Painkillers)
Never complain or explain Never felt lucky or shame Microclimates and acid baths Epic human achievement at last
CHORUS: (Bad boys and) Still shaking still shaking (Painkillers) Swollen hands looking for love (Bad boys and) Safe from harm is all I ask (Painkillers)
I fall asleep to the national anthem To break the spell of a winter night For there is too much I could dream of So turn off the TV and the lights
Because there's something coming Round the bend You could catch it on a tape cassette It's no joke and it's no lie It's salvation and it's coming fast
On Thursday morning we will raise the world On Friday night we will pay the price A Ford Capri and a telephone On Saturday morning we will rule the world
All you need to start a bonfire Is the story of a short and tragic life And you could see it past the treetops In the second hand daylight Second hand daylight
Because there's something coming Round the bend You could catch it on a tape cassette It's no joke and it's no lie It's salvation and it's coming fast
On Thursday morning we will raise the world On Friday night we will pay the price A Ford Capri and a telephone On Saturday morning we will rule the world
On Thursday morning we will raise the world On Friday night we will pay the price A Ford Capri and a telephone On Saturday morning we will rule the world
I can see all the things that used to be there, So much I wish I was suspended in a different time. The radio waves are creeping along the corridor, At thirty-three a minute we'd better stay inside.
Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the devils behind. Run run, Romeo run, This is your last stand. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind.
The blue I wear is not so beautiful anymore, There's always something in my mind that I should've done. The radio waves are creeping along the corridor, At thirty-three a minute we'd better stay inside.
Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the devils behind. Run run, Romeo run, This is your last stand. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind.
Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the devils behind. Run run, Romeo run, This is your last stand. Run run, Romeo run, Leave the demons behind
You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams, Where nothing is as it seems.
There's still a long way to go.
And the fading glorious night, Never seems to bring you home. You think that this is your road.
There's still a long way to go.
I can't give you an A to Z, there's some things I just can't show. Just try to disbelieve your eyes; For this I surely know - there's a long way to go.
Like laughing in the dark, to keep the dogs at bay; No matter what you might see, there's still a long way to go.
Cold comfort in the dawn, the dawn that brings you round, a pale light that you found, there's still a long way to go.
I can't give you an A to Z, there's some things I just can't show. Just try to disbelieve your eyes; For this I surely know - there's a long way to go.
You're falling through the night and giving in to bad dreams, where nothing is as it seems.
The clocks are broken And my hair is changing colour now And nothing ever changes on the Great Western But you'll have me believe There's no water in the river But the box kicks and the swallow dives Always makes me feel alive
And when the rain falls down It feels like a holiday A holiday And as we cross the bridge We should stay We should stay
Twenty years of leaving And you never knew the reasons Two hundered miles of sleepers Taking you nearer To decide what you love And what you don't hate And follow the new bypass to from Where you came
And when the rain falls down It feels like a holiday A holiday And as we cross the bridge We should stay We should stay
So men are still at war in this land For certain songs and certain dates The tender gave way to the firebrand And Europe gave way to the States
So now that money's all but scentless Noses and consciences are clear The pointless flowers can be dispensed with To see a friend in tears
So our defeats are just reminders Of death that waits behind it all The body wilts before the mind does Surprised to see how soon it falls
It's true our women have deceived us All hunted species disappear It's true we've shot the golden eagles To see a friend in tears
It's true our cities are exhausted Made by and for the middle aged Our weakness gave them more than force did We thought that love could cure a toothache
And in the underground we're drowning Accelerating through the years You think you'll find the truth by frowning To see a friend in tears
It's true our mirrors don't show heroes We lack the courage to be Jews Without the elegance of Africa With our youthful fireworks all defused
And all these men who are our brothers Wonder why we don't want to hear How their worst enemies are their lovers To see a friend in tears
The doorbell of your house still bears your name, But you'll never come back to this place. You were sitting on your steps yesterday again, I guess it's just an old neighbourhood thing.
You don't have to pray, because he knows my name, So just remind yourself to say hello to the Pope, To say hello to the Pope.
You can swear all you like but you're still such a beautiful girl, Especially when you walk through that door in your Sunday best. So just one more cigarette and a vodka for you, I'll even dance the old town music for you.
You don't have to pray, because he knows my name, So just remind yourself to say hello to the Pope, To say hello to the Pope.
You don't have to pray, because he knows my name, So just remind yourself to say hello to the Pope, To say hello to the Pope
We got directions but nowhere to go So should we start to make our way back home And forget the things we'll never know We got directions but nowhere to go
Should we follow the sunset or Trust the stars and follow the road Which way to Kyffin, we don't know We don't know which way to go
CHORUS: We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life
The green and grey and red and white The fading glow of this dark amber sky He sits and prays for the light to die To show the life hidden from our eyes
Where the sky is calling him Where the light pours through his eyes The sky hangs low and fakes its death To share its memories one more time CHORUS: We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life We'll paint ourselves a different life
Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace in this mind
No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep
A memory fades to a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety
FROM DESPAIR TO WHERE I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in the house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it is real or not I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity
From despair to where
Outside open mouthed crowds Pass each other as if they're drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try and walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity A cripple walks in a straight line
Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
Your ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror go on Belittle yourself yourself yourself Belittle yourself yourself yourself You go on day after day Dreaming on a lie That you keep locked inside Of yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself Can you sleep tonight Cast aside for some pouting young pup Sink into a slurred veneer Alcoholic haze so now Least you can like yourself yourself Least you can like yourself yourself You go on day after day Reservoirs of guilt That your fixed grin always hides And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself Of yourself Yourself Yourself You look at ad's all day Everyone is perfect and you're so lame Free scent burns your skin But no smell can really cover sin Too many teenage holes to fill Too many teenage holes to fill You go on day after day Speak to your despised Blanking your loved ones And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself Yourself Yourself And yourself
Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man
Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man
My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy
Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees
Roses in the hospital Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash
Roses in the hospital Try to pull my finger nails out Roses in the hospital I want to cling to something soft Roses in the hospital Progressing like a constant war Roses in the hospital There's no one to feel ashamed for
All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital Stub cigarettes out on my arm Roses in the hospital Want to feel something of value Roses in the hospital Nothing really makes me happy Roses in the hospital Heroin is just too trendy
All we wanted was a home Now we're so strung out we wanna own Like a leaf in the autumn breeze Like a flood in January We don't want your fucking love
Roses in the hospital This century achieved so much Roses in the hospital To make a voice no voice at all Roses in the hospital Flowers cannot express the loss Roses in the hospital Torn reflections of burnt out trash Of burnt out trash
I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies 60's alienation the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god
They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshipped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth- We follow we have no voice the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I wanna cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on c.d. Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysed
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god
So cool the new sound of the decade Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still All taste is nothing-old pictures blow dried Rebellion it always sells at a profit I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favourite port But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay
Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the god Some god
Stutter stutter says the little boy I wanna blow a hole in my head I swear what this world wants to hear Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome
Stutter stutter silence no friend Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette
Stutter stutter nothing else but me I twitch and turn while underneath My contemporaries are so in control Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan
Stutter stutter can't keep it no more Children can be cruel she said So I smashed her in the fucking head Sorry dear it's the nature of Tourette
Stutter stutter are your eyes closed You know a hole through which you can fall But I can't even be bothered to hang on When you're this numb news don't register I just opened my eyes
