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Baby, you got a bad bad mouth
Everything is poison that's coming out
Cheating, lying since the day you were born
Someone outta rinse it out with soap
Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
No kind words are coming out of your mouth
Plenty goes in but nothing good comes out
Badmouth, sad mouth, you were an unhappy child
That doesn't make your lying tongue alright
Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
Cos everything is poison
You'll be the unhappy one
Your lips taste of poison
You're gonna be left alone
When you told me every word you said
Came from voices talking in your head
Baby, I just think you're out for what you can get
Your badmouth has killed off everything we had
Wash it out, wash it out, wash it out
Cos everything is poison
You'll be the unhappy one
Your lips taste of poison
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I don't need no lasso
I don't need no ball and chain
I don't need anything with you
Such a shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love
You changed my life
We were as green as grass
And I was hypnotized
From the first 'til the last
Kiss of shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love
I'd jump for you into the fire
I'd jump for you into the flame
Tried to go forward with my life
I just feel shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love
If you tell a lie
I still would take the blame
If you pass me by
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Who the fuck do you think you are
Get out of my hair
who the fuck do you think you are
Comin' round here
who the fuck who the fuck
who the fuck do you think you are
Get your comb out of there
combin' out my hair
I'm not like other girls
You can't straighten my curls
I'm not like other girls
You can't straighten my curls
No!
Who the fuck you tryin' to be
Get your dog away from me!
What the fuck you doing in there
Get your dirty fingers out of my hair
Who who who who
fuck fuck fuck you
I'm free, you'll see
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Please don't make my wedding dress
I'm too young to marry yet
Can you see my pocket knife?
You can't make me be a wife
How the world just turns & turns
How does anybody learn?
Mummy, put your needle down
How did you feel when you were young?
Cos I feel like I've just been born
Even though I'm getting on
How the world slips by so fast
How does anybody last?
As the world keeps coming
And the bees keep humming
And I'll keep running
Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade
I'm not trying to cause a fuss
I just wanna make my own fuck-ups
I'm not trying to break your heart
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Put the pen
To the paper
Press the envelope
With my scent
Can't you see
In my handwriting
The curve Of my g?
The longing
Oh
Who is left that
Writes these days?
You and me
We'll be different
Take the cap
Off your pen
Wet the envelope
Lick and lick it
Oh
I need you
The time is running out
Oh baby
Can't you hear me call?
It turns me on
To imagine
Your blue eyes
On my words
Your beautiful pen
Take the cap off
Give me a sign and I'd come running
Oh
It's you
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Blue now is the colour
Love the drug I'm needing
Got to keep this feeling
With the headlights burning
We're looking up for something
Answers on the ceiling
Watching out the windows
Watch the way the wind blows
Soon it will be morning
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
Could you be my calling?
See this winged boy falling
Falling out of something
Hits the drug I'm needing
Arrows that he's turning
Need to keep this feeling
Slow drug in the morning
With the headlights burning
Looking up for something
Something that we're needing
Still the question lingers
I twist it round my fingers
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Written by PJ Harvey
I have no time for hate or love
Hey child, you're so full of woe
I have no time for hate or lying
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I heard our song on the radio
It wasn't long before I think of you
Can't get the sound outta my head
Don't look now it's coming round again
I saved your voice from the telephone
I play it back on the message machine
It really sounds like you're having fun
I'm going out into the midday sun
Come night, I'm gonna step outside
Take a walk, I'm gonna clear my mind
The radio, still playing our song
You got me jumping like a cat on the wall
Turn up the radio
They play the radio in my dreams
Takes me back to when I was 17
Dancing in circles on the kitchen floor
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We are waiting
For the summer
The sun will bring back
Treasures for us
Come on my friend
Drink to good times
Golden wishes
To your health and mine
You come through
For me
You come true
For me
You be well
For me
You come through
For me
I'll be lifted
On this our holiday
I'll take you my friend
I'll take you with me
Uou come through
For me
You come true
For me
You be well
For me
You come through
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Oh dear sweet mama
I'm not feeling well
Can I step out
For a little while?
But I go missing
I steal away
And I go kissing
In the alleyway
All I want to do
And all I want to grow up to be
Is all caught up with you
Look what you're doing to me
Oh dearest young man
Teach me sweetheart
How to love you
I'm a clever girl
You've got me lying
You've got me leaving home
You've got me crying
When I'm alone
When I'm not with you my dreams are so very dark
When I'm not with you I dream of my hair falling out
When I'm not with you I walk dark tunnels of my heart
When I'm not with you everything comes apart
When I was younger
I spent my days
Wondering to whom
I was supposed to pray
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Oh love, you were a sickly child
And how the wind knocked you down
Put on your spurs, swagger around
In the desperate kingdom of love
Holy water cannot help you now
Your mysterious eyes cannot help you
Selling your reason will not bring you through
The desperate kingdom of love
There's another who looks from behind your eyes
I learn from you how to hide
From the desperate kingdom of love
At the end of this burning world
You'll stand proud, face upheld
And I'll follow you, into Heaven or Hell
And I'll become, as a girl
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Promises, promises
I'm feeling burned
You taught me a lesson
I didn't want to learn
Why did I come here?
Please tell me again
Why did you ask me?
Don't say you forget
I long for, I long for
I long for my home
I long for a land where
No man was ever known
With no neurosis
No psychosis
No psychoanalysis
And no sadness
I'll pick up the pieces
I'll carry on somehow
Tape the broken parts together
And limp this love around
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