The New Man Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy

Broken bottles, and a broken nose 

No reason not to lounge in a pose 

I could stand in shade light and laugh at you 

You were wrong - it's happened to you too 

This is the new circuit 

Tell me of your pain 

'Shove you around?', now close the door 

This is not love 

This is my sort of softly touching you 

A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 

'Who are you?' 

Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit 

He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute 

Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street 

Get into the car with its vinyl seats 

This is the new circuit 

Tell me of your pain 

'Shove you around?', now close the door 

This is not love 

This is my sort of softly touching you 

A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 

'who are you?' 

This is not the new man 

'who are you?' 

This is not the new man 

This is not love