3,4. 3,4. 3,4. 3,4. . ahahah. . All this energy calling me. Back where it comes from. It's such a crude attitude. It's back where it belongs. . All the little kids growing up on the skins go.
Sugar's only sweetness. Salt is ocean tears. And you were my only weakness. For years and years and years. You little yellow sweetie. You were hiding in a jar.
I am numb but i can still feel you. Sometimes Im blind but I see you. You are here but so far away. . The times when you wanna.. Im missing you. Makes me feel like Im spinning.
Celebration. You've spent a long time waiting. For a perfect yesterday,. Now fill your heart with celebration. For that's love's way..
Forgive me my presumption. Seems to be a problem here. Cannot weigh it all. But the signal's crystal clear. . Oh, like animals. We hear the calls. The curtain falls.
Cry your eyes. I've Seen this face a thousand times. Falling from my fantasy. . Slipped inside. your world to be. A victim of your sympathy. . You seem to know.
The sky keeps on weeping. The sun is sleeping. Don't wake the moon. The light would show the cracks in her face. . The earth on its ancient last legs.
Push me right over. And hold me down under the waves. If I'm out breath maybe. I'll recognise my mistakes. Coz nothing I've done yeah. Is worthy of showing to you.
Patron pushed vows aside. Parents blest, shine with pride. Lay child down, force inside. . I play on my position of trust. Leave the child to self destruct.
(Powderfinger/Fanning). At quarter to nine. my plus one decides to maker her arrival. i'll say what i like. at the end of the night for social survival.
Honesty is out of style. So hammer in the coffin nails. A message sent across to land. With kisses for you. . Well tell them nothing. Our little secret.
Well I've felt worse and I have felt. Better than this. I've made a pacifier. Out of my fist. . Well I don't care when bones are bare. The mind can't interfere.
Freed the daytime with indifference. Watch the twilight starve the sun. Shuffle home against the darkness. Turn the key and bite your tongue. . And please be strong.
Cleopatra Street, stucco ceiling with stars. Stucco ceiling with stars looking over. Carpet three inches deep. On the formative floors. . Cleopatra Street, sidewalk covered in cars.
chainsmoking in the u.s.a.. i bought another fuckin' pack today. a cup of coffee in palestine. a good friend and a bottle of wine. . heavy metal at a puppet show.
All the guys. That really have the money. Are too old. To have a good time with it. . Too old to turn the women on. Too old to have a fast car and drive it.
Cursed to be born. Beautifil, poor and female. There's none that suffer more. . She's the queen of the bees. That buzz in the bars. Fresh as a strawberry.
All she wanted me to do was help her cook the rice. Can you help me please cook the rice?. I will get the knife, the fork, the napkin on the table. All you got to do is help me cook the rice.
Perry Farrell: vocals. Peter DiStefano: guitars. Martyn Le Noble: bass. Stephen Perkins: drums, percussion. Sound additives: Skatemaster Tate and Matt Hyde.
Coin operated boy. Sitting on the shelf. He is just a toy. but i turn him on. And he comes to life. Automatic joy. That is what i want. Oh. Coin operated boy.