Maladjusted

Trouble loves me
Trouble needs me
Two things
More than you do
Or would attempt to
So, console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance
Seems serene

Trouble loves me
Walks beside me
To chide me
Not to guide me
It's still much more
Than you'll do
So, console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like
Everything's evened out
And the balance seems serene
See the fool i'll be
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
Still running 'round


Ready with ready-wit
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
- at your age !
Go to soho, oh
Go to waste in
The wrong arms
Still running 'round
Trouble loves me
Seeks and finds me
To charlatanize me
Which is only
As it should be
Oh, please fulfill me
Otherwise, kill me


Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it
Faced with the music, as always i'll face it
In the half-light
So english, frowning
Then at midnight i
Can't get you out of my head
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round

So : the choice i have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you, anyway ?
It's my life to wreck
My own way

You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole


So the life i have made
May seem wrong to you
But, i've never been surer
It's my life to ruin
My own way


You see : to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part, and in whole


To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part, and in whole


To someone, somewhere, oh yeah ...
Oh yeah ...
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah ...

I know these roads
Each ridge
And narrow bridge
Each cheveron
Enticing me on
Each warning sign
I take in my stride

I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than i can spend
I don't dwell on things i'm missing
I'm just pleased
With the things i've found


I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, i know what's
Expected of me now
Veering cliffwards


I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than i can spend
I don't dwell on things i'm missing
I'm just pleased
With the things i've found
With the things i've found
With the things i've found
I've found


I've been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays
And it says :
"we've never really been away"


I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than i can spend
I don't think of who i'm missing
I've got no space and no time
In my life, anymore
No space or time
In my life, anymore
For revenge

On this glorious occasion ... of the splendid defeat

I wanna start from
Before the beginning
Loot wine, "be mine, and
Then let's stay out for the night"
Ride via parkside
Semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows
Of all safe and stable homes
(but wondering then, well what
Could peace of mind be like ?)
Anyway do you want to hear
Our story, or not ?
As the fulham road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
From a stevenage overspill
We'd kill to live around
Sw6 - with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours
With someone like you
...as long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse :
"oh christ, another stifled
Friday night !"
And the fulham road lights
Stretch and invite into the night
Well, i was fifteen
What could i know ?
When the gulf between
All the things i need
And the things i receive
Is an ancient ocean
Wide, wild, lost, uncrossed
Still i maintain there's nothing
Wrong with you
You do all that you do
Because it's all you can do
Well, i was fifteen
Where could i go ?
With a soul full of loathing
For stinging bureaucracy
Making it anything
Other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all i've ever said
Maladjusted, maladjusted
Maladjusted maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you, oh
There's nothing wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with you

Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind
He won't be dragged down
He's seen my face around
He knows heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So i must find
Somewhere else to go
So i must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it - please
It's free
You'll never see
You'll never see
All the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So i must find
Somewhere else to go
So i must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Call me in
Pull me in, call me in
Come on, come on, oh
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me in, pull me in
Call me in, haul me in, pull me in
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on
La la la la la
Oh ...

Legalized theft
Leaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
(somehow expecting no less)
A court of justice
With no use for truth
Lawyer ...liar
Lawyer ...liar
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
Q.c.'s obsessed with sleaze
Frantic for fame
They're all on the game
They just use a different name
You lied
And you were believed
By a j.p. senile and vile
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
A man who slits throats
Has time on his hands
And i'm gonna get you
So don't close your eyes
Don't ever close your eyes
You think you've won
Oh no