Say it Say it Say it! (he can't say it) He's just an imperfect man Trapped in an imperfect body Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry
Mr. Slo-Blo Mr. Yo-Yo Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire Drifting higher and higher
He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts But some days in little ways Love seeps out in the things he says And all he really wants Is to feel grown up again
Mirror, mirror on the wall You've watched me grow since I was small So what will I regret the most The things I do or the things I don't? The deeper you peer into my soul You'll find that I already know
But I can't say it Because I can barely face it My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do
Even though the chances flowed I sat and watched the hours fold In upon themselves To stop their hands revealing
What I can't say What I can barely face My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do My mummy said What you give is what you get And the only thing worth having Is happiness
But trapped inside my bones Fear, desire And hope are on fire And will expand like smoke
Mobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Shut your eyes Don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide
Bruised Screwed Pickled & Tattooed Tried to resist But destined to lose Nobody listens But it's breaking down the door Only the paranoid really know the score
Mobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise
Market Force is the new dictator Manipulator & annihilator Mobilise, globalise Hypnotise, homogenise Shut your eyes, don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide
The early morning sun lit up her room But it wasn't just a change in the weather She'd read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart Life was gonna start getting better And there was a time when she would pray That each teardrop that rolled down her face Would represent a day of pain for him But now she's changing the way she feels About wasting her time & tears Cried out, cried out, cried out Cried out, cried out, cried out
And all the tricks and all the lies He tried to pull over her eyes Kept running through her mind She looks back in disbelief In confusion and in grief At what his secrecy was revealing You can scream into your pillow You can pray into the night But you can't switch off your feelings Like you'd switch out a light But she's changing the way she feels About wasting her time and tears Cried out, cried out, cried out Cried out, cried out, cried out
And now these winter skies Turn blue and bright And she feels alive And wants to drink every kiss Make up for what she's missed And wipe him out of her mind Some day he'll have to grow up And come clean And listen to the screams Of his own conscience Cry out, cry out, cry out ...And she'll not hear a sound
Fee fi fo fum Smell the blood of a gullible bum Brain dead bored bought into the fraud BiggerHarderFasterMore! Trying to find some way of stopping Struggling home with bags of shopping Gotta buy gotta-gotta buy-buy Gotta buy, gotta-gotta-gotta-gotta buy
Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it
Always someone on the TV screen Trying to sell you something you don't want or need Sponsored by this, brought to you by that Even as you slump in the back seat of a cab But if it ain't you Well, what're you gonna do? There's always someone Right behind you in the queue!
Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it You don't even need it But you've just gotta have it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it
Fee fi fo fum Smell the blood of a gullible bum Who should've been happy Could've been content Who got everything he set out to get But what is the use of possessing the world When you do not even possess your self? What is the point of selling your soul When there's nothing to buy And nowhere to go?
The train rises up out of the dark Above the boarded up boulevards And burnt out cars But save your sympathy Conceal your fear Pretend you got no feelings to feel Life is making a mouse of you The other window has a nicer view
Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room On a cold and sunny afternoon Drinking red wine And counting the laugh lines On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway And over her shoulder There's a world growing colder I'm feeling older and slowly less sober
It's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves From winter trees
So light gives in to dark The nylon sheets softly spark Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart That cannot escape from its past
And it's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves Dropping from winter trees Strangers touching the parts That love cannot reach
Can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched And he's lonely He can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched Yes he's lonely
And now he's all stressed up With nowhere to go He's drunk 25 pints of Amoco
Numbness. Voidy Numbness Got the Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness
Another drink, another girl Another life in another world He's a phony Well, well, he ain't superstitious But he's feeling mighty strange That rinkle, tinkle tink Of no-one on the phone again Again!
Quit drinking the drink Jump on the train He gotta watch the rain beat upon the rain He gotta feel his shame beat upon his shame He gotta know his pain by it's real name Know his pain by it's real name
W-w-wave upon wave Roll upon roll Tiny it shrinks Then huge it blows Gotta be sharp Gotta be strong Things get w-w-weird Before they go wrong And he knows that once he starts He just can't stop Next life he's coming back as a dog
Blindin' his eyes Rushin' thru his veins Tricklin' down thighs Again SaltWater/SaltWater/SaltWater
And have you ever wanted something so badly That it possessed your body & your soul Through the night & through the day Until you finally get it! And then you realize that it wasn't what you wanted after all. And then those selfsame sickly little thoughts Now go & attach themselves to something.... ....or somebody....new! And the whole goddamn thing starts all over again. Well, I've been crushing the symptoms but I can't locate the Cause. Could God really be so cruel? To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled. Baby! I've got my sights set on you. I've got my sight set on you And someday, someday, someday, you'll come my way. But when you put your arms around me I'll be looking over your shoulder for something new 'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl I ain't ever found peace with the religion of the world I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass Sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive Sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I receive The only true freedom is freedom from the heart's desires & the only true happiness....this way lies.
LoveLoveLove LoveLoveLove Me & my friend were walking In the cold light of mourning. Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain't what it seems. Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch. All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath. But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak ""How could you believe that the life within the seed that grew arms that reached And a heart that beat. And lips that smiled And eyes that cried. Could ever die?"" Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise.
I'm scared of the things I think of when night comes along. Something gets hold of me. Something I can't never see. Oh, it's a wicked world Awaits the ones our young girls bear Oh, I need somebody to hold me In the fading light of this coming night. In the fading light of this coming night. How many whores have walked through that door Lain by my side & climbed in my mind & taken me down to where the heat blisters the skin upon my feet makes me reach out & weep for the days when I was pure of heart & slept in peace. Oh, it's a wicked world Awaits the ones our young girls bear Oh, I need somebody to hold me In the fading light of this coming night. In the fading light. This coming night. In the fading light. Of this coming night. In the fading light this is the night.
The more I see The less I know About all the things I thought were wrong or right & carved in stone So, don't ask me about War, Religion, or God Love, Sex, or Death Because.... Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. You've gotta work out your own salvation. With no explanation to this Earth we fall On hands & knees we crawl And we look up to the stars And we reach out & pray To a deaf, dumb & blind God who never explains. Every body knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. Lord, I've been here for so long I can feel it coming down on me I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be.
I watch the sun go down on London town I wait for the night voices to sound I smell the pain upon the breath of the lost & lonely I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men.
I'm the helpline operator & I'll spare you the time. I'm the intimate stranger. Your problems will be mine.
Put your tongue into the mouthpiece And whisper in my ear. Admit to me the things you can't admit to yourself. Admit to me & no one else. Everybody's looking for someone to tell them what they want to hear. Everybody's looking for true love To help them feel what they cannot feel.
I'm the helpline operator, can you spare me the time. I'm the intimate stranger. Your problems will be mine. I'm the helpline operator. Helpline operator. (X3)
