I jumped in the river and what did I see?. Black-eyed angels swam with me. A moon full of stars and astral cars. All the things I used to see. All my lovers were there with me.
I wrapped you inside my coat. When they came to firebomb the house. I didn't feel pain, 'cause no one can touch me. Now that I'm held in your spell. .
Oh no, pop is dead. Long live pop. It died an ugly death. By back catalogue. . And know you know it gets you nowhere. And now you know you realise. . Oh no, pop is dead.
The easiest way to sleep at night. Is to carry on believing. That I don't exist. . The easiest way to sell your soul. Is to carry on believing. That we don't exist.
Blow into this paperbag. Go home, stop grinning at everyone. Blow into this paperbag. Go home, stop grinning at everyone. . It was nice when it lasted, but now it's gone.
Nothing touches me, man. These walls are three feet thick. Wouldn't take one of them. Little drills to get through it. . I try to make her listen. When I turn away she's split.
You got some nerve coming here. You got some nerve coming here. You stole it off, give it back. You stole it all, give it back. . Good morning Mr Magpie.
You got some nerve coming here. You got some nerve coming here. You stole it off, give it back. You stole it all, give it back. . Good morning Mr Magpie.
Was always waiting for the crush. The car to drive right through the shops. To call in sick and late at work. And take a holiday. . Was always tangled up in knots.
Here it comes, here it comes. I can feel the hills exploding. Exploding gracefully. Burning up the freeway. Here it comes. . Grass is green at the edge of the bubble.
I am gone. Everybody's raging. And these fruits. They still taste of poison. . I won't be around. When you really need me. . I can't sleep. Why can't someone hold me?.
Turn to nasty now, the dark cell. The pillar of my salt. The last one out of the box. The one who broke the spell. . Little by little, by hook or by crook.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.
Bummed out again by your only business friend. The smell of failure is thicker than you think. Don't do this. Don't jump. . Changed shape to fit. In the end you just feel sick.
You're being took for a ride. Plain, old and lazy. Please keep moving. Better keep moving. . Don't fall asleep at the wheel. I'll wait for you but you never came.
What do you want from me?. Now you got me. Now my fingers bleed. Now they're staring at me. I'm a coward now. I hold my peace. . Now you tie me up to your feather bed.
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Mother Mary come to me. 'Cause I am a wicked child. I have sinned and I am so confused. And I am a wicked child. I am a wicked child. . I am the Devil's son and I wish I could be good.
Over here. Come slowly. Come slowly to me. I've been waiting. Patient. Patiently. I didn't care. But now I can see. That there's a way out. That there's a way out.
[Don't worryDon't hurt me]. . Gather up the lost and their souls [(Don't hurt me)]. In your arms [(Don't worry)]. In your arms [(Don't hurt me)]. . Gather up the pitiful [(Don't hurt me)].