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1. |
Kiss Like Killers
03:11
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Gently gently I see you
And nobody else can see what we do
And I’ll hide all my hopes in your shoes
And we kiss like killers
Kiss like killers
Kiss like killers do
I put all this time down on you
And we long like lovers
I put all this pain upon you
As we kiss like killers
Tender tender I hold you
Nobody else can feel what we do
And I put all my life, all my love, my last breath
In your hands
As we kiss like killers
Kiss like killers
Kiss like killers do
Kiss like killers
Stone cold chillers
Kissing killers do do do
We shovel the shame all over
But we live like lovers
Shake till we’re numb all over
As we kiss like killers
Kissing killers
D’you want to move
You might as well
Too weak to freak
To kiss KISS!
Kiss like killers
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2. |
One Way Kiss
03:28
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Shut the air in the car and go
Move in on the arterial flow,
Brake lights in the morning sun
Won't stop a little hit and run
I’m not looking
I’m not looking
Cat’s eyes got a mother’s tongue,
Straight talking in my iron lung,
You took my breath away and struck me dumb
Your mouth is open but your lips are numb
I’m not looking
I’m not looking
For a one way kiss.
I’ll course whisper and shed a load,
Burn my bridges maybe hit the road.
And your shiny aphrodisiac
Wont keep me in your horse hair sack,
I’m not looking,
I’m not looking
I’m not looking
For a one way kiss
I’m not looking for a one way kiss
You need a mama you can suck on this
I’m not a lover with a tongue to twist,
I’m not looking for a one way kiss
I want something that’s better than this.
I could be happy with an old surprise,
But it feels better when I close my eyes,
it feels better when I close my eyes,
Feels better when I close my eyes.
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3. |
Girlfriend's Got a Gun
02:53
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My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's got a gun
She's looking to clean her sheets
I think I'm her number one.
My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's got a gun
She don't know how to use it
I think she gonna have some fun.
My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's wearing a tag
She likes to swagger with it in full view, so everybody knows how bad she is
My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's looking at me
Don't know what she's staring at,
Maybe cos he's talking to me...
but
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's got a guitar
She don't know how to use it
but she thinks she's gonna be a star.
My ex-boyfriend's girlfriend's falling apart
See I got back together with him
and now she's got a broken heart..
but
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
She's got a gun
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4. |
Sharkbait
04:27
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You want to play
I’ll have my way
I want it dead in the water
What can I say
Cos I’ll have my way
I want it dead in the water
You want it straight
I give you doubt
You count me in
I count you out
This colour’s great
I wear it well, well
I’m not some Betty Blue
For you to moon over
Sharkbait I want more but all you give me is
Dead weight I want more than you can give me
Hook tangled up
You hold the line
Your say your piece
If I’ll keep mine
You want it neat
You make me laugh
You’re in my mouth
But I’m in your bath
Sharkbait I want more but all you give me is
Dead weight I want more than you can give me
You tell me things I want to hear
The blood is up and I feel your fear
You bait my breath to pull me near
You want to play but I’ll spit you out
You go for the gullet
You think that your wallet
You pull me, you reel me
You look southern I am not easy
Sharkbait I want more but all you give me is
Dead weight I want more than you can give me
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5. |
Mother's Mother Tongue
02:58
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You’ve started speaking in your mother’s mother tongue
You’ve been telling me that everything will be undone
Zip it up and babble that you only want to talk shop
Your lips are still now but the words will never ever stop
Break it to me, break it to me on the incline
I’m thinking that it’s downhill all the way this time
It’s downhill all the way this time
Since you’ve been singing through your daddy’s daddy smile
The body count is mounting up along the murder mile
I grip to slow me just to break the shallow downfall
Your umbrella flicks and takes us both into a brick wall
Break it to me gently notify me on the up rise
I’m going down this time and you’re saying likewise
I’m going down this time, yeah, yeah, likewise
Pulling on the strings that hook the heart into the head
Playing on the minds that leave the mothers left for dead
All them others left for dead
Since you’ve been rapping in your mother’s mother tongue
Gassing with the cadavers and hanging with the well hung
Pushing up the daisies in the topsoil of the badlands
Shoving back the shooting stars til the universe expands
So break it to me easy, alert me on the flat line
I know you’re thinking everything will be fine
I know you’re thinking everything will be fine
Since you’ve been speaking in your mother’s mother tongue...
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6. |
Horse Pills and Dog Meat
03:56
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You’ve been out again
So much to do when staying young
And if you hold your breath
To muscle up the flesh til you are done
And you’ve next to nothing on against the cold night air
Just a plait of blue to draw attention to your hair
Horse pills and dog meat
You’re out of sorts but nothing’s better than the thought you’re thinking of
And now the game is on but no one’s taught you how to talk the game of love
And you’ve next to nothing on against a cold white sheet
And Mister Opportunity’s caused your heart to miss a beat
Horse pills and dog meat
Warm heart and cold feet
And now your afterthought has brought a memory of a heavy ghost
And the thing that you have lost is the thing you want the most
And you’ve next to nothing on against the cold night air
Just a plait of blue to draw attention to your hair
Horse pills and dog meat
Warm heart and cold feet
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7. |
Eat My Hole
02:31
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Eat my hole you motherfucker
Eat my words so you can make me better
Eat my time I don’t want to think
I’m in the room but you don’t even blink when I talk
I’ve tried religion and I’ve tried belief
But when my subs expired it was a huge relief
Don’t stop and stare – I’m not in show
Where is the spark that makes you you I want to know
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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8. |
Build Him Till He Breaks
03:43
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Two arms
Two legs
A little chin, to keep the words in
Two ears
Two eyes
Little tears, to keep the fear in
To to to to to to to to to
Too much
Too soon
Too fast
Too bad
Too fat
Too thin
Too hard
To cry
Build him till he breaks, build him till he breaks
Twelve ribs
Funny bones
A weak spine, to disappoint you with
To to to to to to to to to to
Too quick
To crack
Too slow
To lie
Too lazy
To try
Too big
To hide
Build him till he breaks
Twenty-eight teeth,
To bite down
A fat tongue tongue.. to say it all wrong
To to to to to to to to to to
Too little too late too young to die too sick to care too stupid to try
Too stuck to go too drunk to blame too blind to see to say you’re sorry
Build him till he breaks
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9. |
Donkey Work
03:38
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Sold down the river, we’re having so much fun
Try not to give up till all the donkey work is done
So much fun, we’re having so much fun
Sold down the river, we’re having so much fun
Try not to give up till all the donkey work is done
So much fun, we’re having so much fun
Sold down the river – we’re having so much fun
Fun fun fun till the donkey’s done
Nobody gets it till the donkey gets some
Move over donkey let the monkey have some
Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun
Hold on for ever, we’re having so much fun
Try not to give up till all the donkey work is done
So much fun, we’re having so much fun
Hold on for ever, we’re having so much fun
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10. |
The Corpse
02:53
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He died days ago but you didn’t notice him missing
And you fooled yourself you were kissing
As you pressed your lips against his cold mouth
You held his broken body
So happy that he wasn’t leaving
And you squeezed the air right out of him
And think that he was breathing
Lady, he’s dead and gone – you have to carry on
Bury your rotten love this corpse is sinking
When you look into his eyes and found no recognition
It makes you feel invisible and as you start crying
There will be no comforting words or feel his arms around you
Too many months have passed and there will be no reviving
Lady, he’s dead and gone – you have to carry on
Bury your rotten love this corpse is sinking
He died days ago but you didn’t notice him missing
And you fooled yourself you were kissing
As you pressed your lips against his cold mouth
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Six noughts won’t make me okay
Give your monkey money away
You are my money magnet
You are my money soul
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The Neutrinos UK
The Butcher of Common Sense - a book. a vinyl, a cd, a show, an exhibition. A visceral journey through half worlds and half truths - a set of songs that kick, caress and bite. Conceived in a vast DDR radio studio and developed under self-imposed limitations and rules of spontaneity, it is a daring, raw, fragile and bold expression blending experimentation, art, noise, melody and kosmische attitude ... more
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