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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
Faster faster on your feet
You have to dodge the sick stains on the street Blow your dust into my mouth I'll lick my lips and take it like a man I would like another way to breathe Keep my eyes wide open in my sleep Cos when I'm under water You keep me under glass Come on baby you're the one Bus station seats where we have all our fun Put this ring in your good hand Explain it in a way you'll understand Keep me warm You keep me cold And rest your head in my blue bones And as I spit my dying wish You're listening to something else I would like another way to breathe Keep my eyes wide open in my sleep Cos when I'm under water You keep me under glass |
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from Kenickie - Get In (2003)
Nobody does what they want doing
They want something they wouldn't do for you Nobody wants to tell the truth And if they don't like it, they don't do it Ooh, why does nobody want you? Ooh, why does nobody want you? Nobody wants you at the party On the stairs where you sit lonely Nobody comes to look you over All that washing All that hoping Ooh, why does nobody want you? Ooh, why does nobody want you? It's been said there are thousands of place None like this one when you're dead There a million of faces How did I get this one? Nobody wants to see you struggle They remember they're in trouble But you don't want to be alone The bed's too big and no one phones you Ooh, why does nobody want you? Ooh, why does nobody want you? Nobody wants to look no older Stretch my skin till it comes open You say you don't know mind the things they want But I know you mind when no one wants you Ooh, and that's why no one wants you Ooh, and that's why no one wants you |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
And now its all gone wrong
Brother John can't fix it can't call Onto one of his midgets Cos I am the best Don't you ever dare to forget Get on your knees And belive it I think that everyone looks better When they're sad It's OK to be sad It's up to you Where your going What you will do Time to make a decision Don't prtend you're nice Just run fast catch up to your life It's rolling over with ya Yeah... Ithink that everyone looks better When they're sad Its OK to be sad I rule the throat Give you golden tablets to swallow Get it down when I tell ta Take out your eyes Give you back a ruby suprise Now your tears are worth it Yeah... To think that they belive us When we say we're sad It's OK to be sad Don't make my mistakes And live too fast Fillyour life with dirty passion Don't make my mistakes and Close your eyes Fillyour head Up with things you like Yeah... Let's hear some noise (whooo!) Come on children give us your voice Time to show you belive it Sing Alleluia (Alleluia!) Give it all you've got for real fur Cos we know what you'r wearing Yeah... I think that everyone looks better When they're sad It's OK I'm not sad |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
We're
On our backs Looking up at the satrs We Have a laugh Falling down Scratching cars Watch your backs Hide your knives I'm the fastest man alive We make things out of sin With blood and human skin We never see the sights We're out to late at night We Don't need you We go out By ourselves We catch the bus Into town Into hell Break your heart Break your face Not that much to look at anyway We make things out of dust So we can smash them up We never see the sights We're out too late at night Now you know that my lips thick I'll write on your shirt Make the words look like pictures And that's just the start Of it all WE'VE GOT CLASS WE'VE GOT STYLE We're on our backs Looking up at the stairs We have a laugh falling down Scratching cars Watch your backs Hide the knives I'm the fastest man alive We make things out of sin With blood and human skin We never see the sights We're out to late at night So we can smash them up Da da da da da da WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT CLASS WE'RE CLASS WE'VE GOT STYLE |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
When I was made
The good Lord rubbed my face To give it shape He formed a callous Thats how my face was made Oh sweet Change me Teach me to think like they do Teach me to think Like you When I was made The good Lord filled my veins Up with silt From the river That's how my blood runs cold You're sweet Change me Teach me to think like they do Teach me to think Like You When I was made The good Lord streched My skin across a frame Like canvas That's how my sense is numb He says I'm sweet Change me Change my colour Leave me grey There are too many moths around When I shine |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
I never complain
It never gets you anywhere It's always the same Push too hard you'll break the frame You and I are light We're like butterflies But not so easy I need space to hide And if I close my eyes Can you see me? I never will break Load my up I'll take the strain It's always the same Take the weight you take the blame You and I collide We're like comets but We're not that bright I need space I'm shy And if I close my eyes Can you see me? You can take the pace But are you getting anywhere This isn't a race And there's no finish line there You and I are right We're like angels but We're scared of dying I need you tonight And if I close my eyes Will you be here? It's night and I have tied My genius to my lunacy It's height and he's alright But I'm here in this room again Giving up You give it up too Give it up to me Cos I like to take I'll suck things out you never knew You had to forsake Just let go and give it up to Me |
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from Kenickie - Get In (2003)
I'm in pieces, does no one see it?
I am stronger on the outside It's easy when you know why This feeling sad, it's not so bad I've got friends who lift my spirit I've got songs that no one hears Sometimes the sun shines on unkind people And some nights the spotlight's on shy people People like you These things are hard to think out And you've been broke in two, haven't you? I would fix you Sick this morning, friends say it's a warning But they don't understand They don't feel bad The sun was hot, the day was long The best day we've had in ages Everybody there was saying Sometimes the sun shines on unkind people And some nights the spotlight's on shy people People like you These things are hard to think out And you've been broke in two, haven't you? I would fix you Life is stressful when you're successful I am here to take it out on I am here to break your fists on But I don't mind, it's summertime Sea's enough to keep me smiling Let me be your ray of sunshine Don't stand still Don't cry Don't drop your hands Don't break your stride Don't stand still Don't cry Don't drop your hands Don't break your stride Don't stand still Don't cry Don't drop your hands Don't break your stride Don't stand still Don't cry Don't drop your hands Don't break your stride Sometimes the sun shines on unkind people And some nights the spotlight's on shy people People like you These things are hard to think out And you've been broke in two, haven't you? I would fix you (you've been a wonderful audience) |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
You've got a gift, I can tell by looking,
Give us a lift, I get so tired of walking, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah x2 I'm in heaven, I have been told, (who told ya!) I'm in heaven, I'm too young to feel so old (What happened then? / I asked him...) Is this your car, It's quite a machine Doting father, I see you keep it clean oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah x2 I'm in heaven, I have been told, (who told ya!) I'm in heaven, I'm too young to feel so old (We heard you talking! / And I was saying...) Back in your house in the afternoon, What are you talking about? Why would I want to see your room? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah x2 Its so seductive when he un-derstands, Its so seductive when he takes my head in his hands and says, It doesn't matter what kind of mess I make, Oh yeah, He's going to see for certain everything will be OK Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah x2 I'm in heaven, I have been told, (who told ya!) I'm in heaven, I'm too young to feel so old (How'd ya leave him? / I just said...) Thanks for the ride, It sure beats walking, Your really alright, Though you can't tell by looking, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah x2 This is heaven, Didn't you know? (d'ya Reckon?) This is heaven, I'm too young to feel this old... |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
Hey baby
You're gorgeous Do you fancy Accompanying me to the milk bar? I like your face I like your groove So come on Hey baby I'd been jumping around the scaffolding for quite some time now When I saw your pretty little face looking through the window When you were cleaning the windows I like your shoes I like your groove So come on Oh it's hard I've never found someone who understands me and I feel you could be the one You and me darling I like your style I like your groove So come on Oh you strayed dear from the fishnet section into my section and I saw your pretty little eyes And I love you I've decided I LIKE YOUR FACE I LIKE YOUR GROOVE SO COME ON So come on So come on So come on So come on So come on |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
If you could touch our lizard skin
We wouldn't feel it We meet at night in shady bars Then we get greedy Daytime! Nightime! I can't work with heavy coats They're not revealing Have to see each others clothes So we're all freezing Don't mind! We like! NIGHTLIFE! NIGHTLIFE! And now there are stains all on my clothes I don't remember So now I walk with back to walls In front of friends Streetlights! Streetlife! NIGHTLIFE! NIGHLIFE! We are HERE for your entertainment Take us as you like We are YOURS for your delectation Eat to your delight We are NOW for your inspiration Soundtrack to the times We are YOUNG for your desecration Destroy what you find If I see you out again We'll smile in passing No I don't want to see you, friend But thanks for asking Heartbreak! (Heartbreak!) Nice time! (Nice time!) Streetlight! (Streetlight!) Skinthight! (Skinthight!) Kiss you! (Kiss you!) Kiss my! (Kiss my!) NIGHTLIFE! NIGHTLIFE! |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
My halo slips over my eyes
My nice dress rips and I don't cry What am I doing here When I just want to wear Oh PVC (It's my favourite plastic) PVC (Cos its nice and shiny) PVC (and completely waterproof) Start again Start again A lipstick stain on my new dress The fabric's scarred and I'm distressed I take my own advice Get kitted out in nice Oh PVC (It's my favourite plastic) PVC (Cos its nice and shiny PVC (and completley waterproof) Start again Start again You've never seen me quite this way But you'll aggree I'm twice as nice this way The moral of this little tale Do what you like and you can't fail To get in someones way HEY Oh PVC (It's my favourite plastic PVC (Cos its nice and shiny) PVC (And completely waterproof) Start again Start again |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
She's eating lipstick and drinking champagne
She's dancing home She is taking cocaine All our lives Rolled into one All our lives We watch them gone She's watching telly in somebody's house She's feeling smelly It's time to go out All our lives Rolled into one This life Is taking too long If we go home What happens now If we stay on We could be THE PEOPLE WE WANT It was a shame when the papers found out Her real name What the joke was about All our lives Now they are one This life Is taking too long And happy hour had lasted all night She thought for once She had found someone right Well its nice To be loved by someone This love life Is taking too long If we go home What happens now But if we stay on Could we be THE PEOPLE WE WANT |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
Punkaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Hey Punka (hey), how're you doin'? Hey Punka (hey), are you staying true to you? Cos that's what Punkas do, I wanna be a Punka too, And if your friends all bitch, you're a Punka (Punka), If your life is kitsch, you're a Punka (Punka), I'm a Punka too. Hey Punka (hey), I've got ambition, Hey Punka (hey), my one wish is to, Be as punk as you when I grow up, If Punkas ever do grow up, And if your hits all miss, you're a Punka (Punka), If you dance like this, you're a Punka (Punka), I'm a Punkaaaaaaa. P-U-N-K-A, Punka! Lo-fi songs are great, Punka! P-U-N-K-A, Punka! We never learnt to play, cos we're Punka! I wanna be a Punka too, When I grow up if Punkas ever do, I wanna be, P-U-N-K-A, Punka! Underground cliche, Punka! P-U-N-K-A, Punka! We always want to stay, hey Punka! I wanna be a Punka too, When I grow up if Punkas ever do, And play guitar like. 1-2-3-4, P-U-N-K-A, Punka! P-U-N-K-A, Punka! Lo-fi songs are great, Punka! P-U-N-K-A, Punka! Don't you want to play, Punka? I wanna be a Punka too, When I grow up if Punkas ever do, I wanna be like youuuuuuuuuuu. |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
I wish I had a heart
I'd call it tiger And wrapped in silver thread I'd tie it to my chest To bring you home I wish I had a car And bits of wire To tie you to the seat I'd drive you to the beach And keep on going And I know when I've been stung When I'm trapped inside my bed Feel my flesh begin to swell I'm an evil shade of red I hate the taste of skin It's terrifying Reminds me of the truth That biting bits of you Can bring you home And I hate One sweet taste And these miricals I feel it in my skin Know in my head When you touch me I am still awake at night In my dreams When my eyes are full of Pictures of the day But not quite right Just to bring you home I'm so lucky I can pick my feelings I never want to cry I'm so ugly But I want to pick my feelings So I choose not to mind It's true To you It must seem sad I know It all But I'm not sad belive me 'Cos I choose not to be I wish I had the skill To stop my thinking Concentrate each breath To make sure that it's done It's not instinctive |
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from Kenickie - At The Club (1997)
I'm working on a new insult
Send it straight to you I'm setting up a new mission Making my plan foolproof You should stay Out of my way I'm doing this for you I don't have time To watch you cry I do the work of two You keep me talking Weather's just not right Do you know quite how boring Do you know I could die tonight So watch your back 'cos I might crack And I'm licenced to kill Your bloodless face Your silent mouth Would give me such a thrill oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh You should stay Out of my way I'm doing this for you I don't have time To watch you cry I do the work oftwo We are spies We will kill you We are spies We will kill you Shanana ooh Shanana oooh Shanana Ooooooooooh |
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