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Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person i see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary

The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare

Forgetting how i hate self-pity blonde
Comfort comes and smooths her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets

She's so passive but she's looking good
He's so passive but he's looking good
They are together but really they're apart
They are together but do not belong, but do not belong

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of kate and johnny
The ballad of adam and naomi
The ballad of michael and helena
The ballad is forever changing

She's so passive but happy in her way
He's so passive but happy in his way
They do not think just sit and they pretend
They sit around and pray for it to end, pray for it to end

Yes ladies and gentlemen
Let's fall asleep to a plastic lullaby
The ballad of kate and johnny
The ballad of adam and naomi
The ballad of hugh and elizabeth
The ballad is forever changing

I'm so passive hopeless fucking mess

We're so passive do our bit for charity
From bosnia to london we do it all for free, we do it all for free

Ain't no fun at the government hall
Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed

Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts

Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich

You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But i ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
The pure ideals that turn to hate

Hello it's us again
We're still so in love with you
And yes we mean it too
Yes we're so in love with you

Hello it's us again
You thought you were our friends
Success is an ugly word
Especially in your tiny world

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

So can you hurt us any more
Can you feel like it was before
Or are you lost for evermore
Messed up and dead on alcohol

Hello fond farewell my dear
I hope you hear this nice and clear
Our love is unconditional
Our hate is yours to feed upon

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When we're the only thing left to believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

The masses against the classes
I'm tired of giving a reason
When the future is what we believe in
We love the winter, it brings us closer together

A slave begins by demanding justice, and ends by wanting to wear a crown...

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the air i breathe
Tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the scenes are dead
And it's the only place for me

And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where you can't get at me
And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where i can be what i want to be

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the air i breathe
Tastes better down there

I'm going down to suicide alley
'cos the scenes are dead
And it's the only place for me

And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where you can't get at me
And i'm going down to suicide alley
Where i can be what i want to be

You wanna leave the world behind
With your eyes make a different scene
Up in suicide alley
You can be what i want to be

You wanna clean away my mind
With your eyes make a different scene
Up in suicide alley
You can be what i want to be

You are so alone in kensington palace
We should be content in these damp terraces
Thank you for this view from our council estates
I hope you have really guillotined your own head

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

You once gave us war, racism and slavery
Cut out all our tongues and fucked our industry
Now you've revealed something, you're human after all this
But let's clap our hands and fuck our dear princess

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

I crown myself, myself a king
And declare a first republic
We want to play, yes we want to play
In burnt out palace ruins

From journalist to video to channel 4 tv
My life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and i travel the world
From freelance to new dance
And i expect on the world i am
From cantonese food to fashionable friends
The list of invites never seems to end
So bomb london and it's mps
John major virginia bottomley
So bomb london and its legislature
Acidic wit, beauty and charm
It doesn't take much to twist my arm
Free trip free drink it all goes down so so well
Maybe a sunday supplement will come up soon
A documentary on censorship sounds real cool
Its easy to see that i went to public school
So bomb london and its mps
John major virginia bottomley
Bomb london and its legislature
So bomb london and its mps
John major virginia bottomley
Bomb london and its legislature
So bomb london and its magazine
Time-out face and id.
Bomb london its music and its culture
You ain't ever been a racist
But tyson was guilty, man
He was guilty

Luddite lover
Forgiving father
Unhappy forever
Live it to where you can
Those skies must drive you wild
The earth around you
This silence around you
Be with the sky tonight

You've ruined more than you'll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/autumn/78

Your life into the future
Maybe forty years
A life worth saving or lonesome ever more
The nothingness of truth
Or everlasting youth
Ideology or the ultimate thrill

You've ruined more than you'll gain
Know what you mean - but not what you do
Nature will take care of itself
Your ego will destroy itself
Montana/autumn/78

I'm feeling sick with alcohol
I'm feeling numb with stupid pain
I smelt death all around our name
I feel the snakes crawling upon my skin

Everywhere, everywhere is on its knees
I'm too scared and i'm too afraid ... too afraid

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

I get told i should be happy
I got no rights on how i feel
I lost my language easily
I saw the rain bleaching my way

My gut gets sick of all its lies
Thrown all hope way outside, way outside

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

We'll go down, we'll go down together
And meet a few of you in hell
Burn on by our side, burn on by our side and never want again

Cut your hair in front of business men
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked

I feel like falling, i feel like falling
I feel like falling, i feel like falling
I feel like falling, i feel like falling

I can't feel, no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Sucking down vodka, spitting our perrier

I feel like falling, i feel like falling
I feel like falling, i feel like falling
I feel like falling, i feel like falling

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful

The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful

Here i am in amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it's not my own
It's got bbc for comfort zone
And best of all, it's got marks & spencers
Equality for the masses never felt better

Some of my dreams, they may have come true
But so have my nightmares which i can't get through

And now i've lost the power to speak
And now i've lost the power to eat
Idle and out of touch in europe
Nothing's gone and nothing's changed
All that was before will still remain
It's too late to learn a new currency

Some of my dreams, they may have come true
But so have my nightmares which i can't get through

If piss is yellow, then life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a colour than it must be sin
And you want to apologise but keep it in
Why worship a god when a mother is a saint
Why worship stone
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand

And when their arms are dead how do they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades by
And some kind of angel appears in her eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming inside
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and god
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give, give when we piss it away

He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, rhinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtly disturbing like normal behaviour

I understand nothing and i cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and i am too confused
I only love my watch and my snake skin shoes

I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate

I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what i like ain't that democratic

Genesis, huey lewis, filofax, cd5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why i should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs

I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood i just wanna kill
Out of blandness i am your everyday thrill

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
Therefore i must be god
I must, i must be god

I touched your lips but now i just paint
Surface reflection all i desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at home

Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws

Art critics say porno's easily obscene
Late show retards dice clay is true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
Therefore i must be god
I must, i must be god

Patrick bateman
We are babies crippled in christ
Patrick bateman
I fucked god up the ass
I fucked god up the ass

Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman
Patrick bateman

There's a little part of me
There's a little part of you
Remember the feeling
Of a frozen embryo

There's a bigger part of me
There's a bigger part of you
Remember the place where
You don't want to go

Welcome into your own black garden
It's full of life but it's still too frightening
Can't open my eyes this whiteness blinds
All this whiteness blinds

Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now i have none

Watch the swallows cloud the sky
Watch the swallows slowly die
I used to throw stones
But now i have none

Waiting to be bred in the black garden
Waiting to be muted and then chosen
White trash you're a swinger ugly to the end
Ugly to the end
Ugly to the end

Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly
You soon wish you couldn't see at all
Tortured in the mind, six voices alone
Futile gestures, emotionless groans
Everyone asks what's wrong, but what's right?
And a cute lie makes everything uptight
To kill your dream before it's considered
To live in silence, airless closet, no vision

It's easier to make love to a stranger than to ask a friend to call
Suspicion knows nothing and is known for not much at all, much at all

Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls to lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade to cover your eyes

Self pity yourself is so shallow
I am so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone
Whisky my coral, my piece of mind
Hello mr. samsung you can't clean my soul
Wake up sighing, mass for the bleeding
Never share sadness mine no man prays painless
Coalescing mine are hidden rooms,
Cannot give anything and never could

Prison it's only four walls but sometimes
The mind is the smallest prison of all,
Offering there upon offering
As a ball with a touch feels
Through its fall, through its fall.

Too cold here
Turn yourself bleeding inside
Always look for walls
To lean beside
Too cold here
Turn yourself bleed it's eyes
Always look for shade
To cover your eyes

Lots of sun for you young boy
Lots of sun for you today
Subsidize the opera forget coal
Sit around in the london smog

Cappuccinos amongst the fumes
Breathe it in and down the gym
Yes i'm on a witch hunt now
And paracetemol my only drug

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

No sun for you young boy
It will hurt your lily white skin
I don't think it will hurt your mind
We'll be the ones who will give you soul

Close enough to fill all those holes
This tenderness slipping through my fingers
Sandy sandy feet - ice cream to sleep
No more feeling that you can feel

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

When it's gone, when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone
When it's gone, gone

You've got some black holes for the young
You won't feel it when it's gone
You've got some black holes for the young
You won't know when it's gone, when it's gone

Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession
Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone
The empty statement of artschool dissension
Institutionalised expression of mass control

And if when america flings in whole
Your pile of misery where centuries be
And he does win a holiday after a poll
One per cent interest stand up with glee

Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance
Making weak minds think this is what they want
Power facts are brutally sold to worn darkened skin
Arise the new scum arise to the sound of a drum

With your desk degrees in civil engineering
They're drawing up plans for a future for themselves
And sweet daddy buys up a university
On a mission tied next to suits

Soul contamination - die because you crossed by fire
Soul contamination - poverty expressed in your heart
Soul contamination - arise, surrender, burn
Soul contamination - do you rise up

Jewels drip red and i don't sound proud
Treason is ambition i want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost

(bow down)

Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you

England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate buchenwald as her majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom

Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you

Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin

Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby

Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt

Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you

We build buildings for the dead
We build restrooms for the sick
We build up walls for everything
We make a wall for the sake of it

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

Queue for bread is entertainment
When they're trying to blow your head off
So from the womb into the tomb
Making sure you feel at home

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

And buildings for the people
And paintings for the blind
Capable of giving life
Or taking out your eyes

History will make us or history will break us
All time is the same ......
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...... eh? suggestions please
Get ready to say goodbye
Get ready to say goodbye