20TH CENTURY BOY
(Lyrics by M. Bolan)
Friends say it's fine, friends say
it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin
Hood
I move like a rat, talk like a cat,
sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant
for me, yeah
I'm your toy your twentieth century
boy
Friends say it's fine, friends say
it's good
Everybody says it's just like Robin
Hood
Fly like a plane, drive like a car,
hold out your hand
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant
for me, yeah
I'm your toy your twentieth century
boy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Friends say it's fine, friends say
it's good
Everybody says it's just like rock
'n' roll
I move like a cat, talk like a rat,
sting like a bee
Babe I'm gonna be your man
And it's plain to see you were meant
for me, yeah
I'm your toy your twentieth century
boy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
Twentieth century boy
I wanna be your toy
BEEN SMOKING TOO LONG
(Lyrics by Anonymous)
"Yeah, I really, um, I really, I
really wanted to kind of like,
to capture some kind of like moment,
but maybe it's better if I'm sober..."
Wake up in the morning. I look at
my clock
It's way past noontime, I'm late
for work
Tell me, what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me
It must be that I've been smoking
too long
Go to fix me some breakfast, I ain't
got no food
Take me a shower, the water don't
feel no good
Tell me what have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right for me
Must be that I've been smoking too
long
I got opium in my chimney, no other
life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams, the
devil in my shoes
What have I done wrong?
Yeah nothing can go tight with me
Must be that I've been smoking too
long
When I'm smoking, smoking, put my
worries on a shelf
Try not to think about nothing, don't
wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me
It must be that I've been smoking
too long
In this blues I'm singing, there's
a lesson to be learned
You fo round smoking, you're gonna
get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right for me
Must be that I've been smoking too
long
Too long
BIGMOUTH STRIKES AGAIN
(Lyrics by Morrisey & Johnny
Marr)
Sweetness
Sweetness i was only joking when
I said
I'd like to smash every tooth in
your head
Oh sweetness
Sweetness I was only joking when
I said
By rights you should be bludgeoned
in your bed
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her discman started to melt
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes
again
And I've got no right to take my
place
In the the human race
Oh
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes
again
And I've got no right to take my
place
In the the human race
Oh
And now I know how Joan of Arc felt
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt
As the flames rose to her roman nose
And her megadrive started to melt
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes
again
And I've got no right to take my
place
In the the human race
Oh
Bigmouth la da dum da da
Bigmouth la da da da, bigmouth strikes
again
And I've got no right to take my
place
In the the human race
Oh
BUBBLEGUM
Take this migraine everywhere I
go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow
Take this migraine everywhere I
go
Take the fast lane everywhere I go
Take this migraine everywhere I go
Someday, gonna take it slow
I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your bubblegum
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your bubblegum
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna turn you on
Feels like a loaded gun
Spit out your bubblegum
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna...wanna...
I wanna, I wanna...
I wanna, I wanna cum
BURGER QUEEN FRANÇAIS
(Does not actually appear on any
version of WYIN but was released as a limited edition single in France)
Toujous stupéfié par
ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Né à la césarienne
sa première opération
Hey you, hey you
Ses habits avantage sa pâle
imcomplexion
Hey you, hey you
Et maintenant tant d'efforts pour
une si simple érection
Hey you
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Il drague en boîte et il cherche
sa connection
Hey you, hey you
Pas trop de jouissance mais pas mal
d'affection
Hey you, hey you
Il rêve de l'endroit à
la plus belle sélection
Hey you, hey you
Né toujours tant d'efforts
pour une si simple érection
Hey you
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Méfiez-vous des apparences
Ca n'a aucun sens
Things aren't what they seem
Luxemburger queen
He's a burger queen
Toujous stupéfié par
ce manque de direction
Hey you, hey you
Né à la césarienne
sa première opération
Hey you, hey you
Rêve de l'endroit à
la plus belle sélection
Hey you, hey you
Rêve d'un visage à la
pure perfection
Hey you
Things aren't what they seem
Luxemburger queen
Luxemburger queen
Luxemburger queen
He's a burger queen
DARK GLOBE
(Lyrics by S. Barrett)
Oh where are you now
Pussy willow that smiled on this
leaf?
When I was alone
You promised the stone from your
heart
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please
Please lift a hand
I'm only a person
Whose armbands beat
On his hands, hang tall
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh
The poppy bird's sway
Swing twigs coffee brands around
Brandish her wand with a feathery
tongue
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down
Treading the sand
Please
Please
Please lift a hand
I'm only the person
With eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Oh
Oh
Oh
DROWNING BY NUMBERS
Open up your heart, let me slip
inside
Such determination always tries to
turn the tide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone
Open up your heart, let me slip
inside
Such determination always tries to
turn the tide
Open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone
Blood, dive in
Blood, drowning
Blood, dive in
(repeat)
Open up your heart, let me slip
inside
Auto flagellation always helps the
ghost to hide
open up your arms, let me dive into
The big, big blue
Try losing, this chromosome
It's my choosing, down to the bone
Blood, dive in
Blood, drowning
Blood, dive in
(repeat)
EYESIGHT TO THE BLIND
You don't know me, and you never
hold me
Like your little piece on the side
My mother told me, that you're never
lonely
When you're laughing all the time
Inside out and outside in
you bring eyesight to the blind
Crying is a crime
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
You don't know me, and you never
hold me
Like your little boy in blue
My father told me, that you're always
lonely
When they're all laughing at you
Inside out and outside in
you bring Jesus to the jew
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
Slowing down the metronome
Slowing down
you don't know me, and you never
hold me
Like your little piece on the side
Inside out and outside in
You bring eyesight to the blind
FLESH MECHANIC
He tries to embrace her
She wants him to race her
He needs a laser
To get it through her skull
Means and lies and hatreds
Tears that fall in sequence
Cold caress
Imprints
Conversation growing dull
Says he's a poet
Lousy protozoan
And he kisses ass for free
I took a vow of silence
When he tries to talk to me
I just turn on the tv
He tries to impress her, mentally
undress her
It takes more to possess her
But in his pocket lies a hole
He's got a thousand talents
Charisma by the bagful
Aristocratic parents
A rebel with a heart of gold
Says he's a poet
This time he's gonna blow it
'Cause he's dancing with his ego
I took a vow of silence
When he reads his work to me
I swallow words like a placebo
he's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
in his eyes
Careful not to give your favours
To your lonesome fucked-up neighbours
I had one who sent me her heart
In a tupperware container
All the movies in my head
They flicker with my bleeding heart
A careless slipping of the tongue
On just another private part
Blatant search for stoned affection
Fights the rust that breeds infection
Meet me at the intersection
Don't forget your fuel injection
He's strutting with your flesh mechanic
Gets him in a panic
He's wasting time
'Cause everybody is a star
In his eyes
You think this love is bona fide
You're being taken for a ride
Wrap your lip around your head
And slowly blow yourself away
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HOLOCAUST
(Lyrics by Alex Chilton)
Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep
You're sitting down to dress
And you're a mess
You look in the mirror
You look in your eyes
Then you realize
Everybody goes
leaving those
Who fall behind
Everybody goes
As far as they can
They just don't care
They stood on the stairs
Laughing at your airs
Your mothers dead
She said
Don't be afraid
Your mothers dead
You're on your own
She's in her bed
Everybody goes
Leaving those
Who fall behind
Everybody goes
As far as they can
They don't just care
You're a wasted face
You're a sad eyed lie
you're a holocaust
JOHNNY & MARY
(lyrics by R. Palmer)
Johnny's always running around,
trying to find certainty
He needs all the world to confirm,
that he ain't lonely
Mary counts wall, knows he tires
easily
Johnny thinks the world, would be
right, if it would buy, truth from him
Mary says he changes his mind, more
than a woman
But she made her bed, even when
the chance was slim
Johnny says he willing to learn,
when he decides, he's a fool
Johnny says he'll live anywhere,
when he earns time to
Mary combs her hair, says she should
be used to it
Mary always edges her bets, she
never knows, what to think
She says that he still, like he's
being discovered
Scared that he'll get caught, without
a second thought
Johnny feels he's wasting his breath,
trying to talk, sense to her
Mary says he's lacking a real, sense
of proportion
So she combs her hair, knows he tires
easily
Johnny's always running around,
trying to find certainty
He need all the world to confirm,
that he ain't lonely
Mary counts walls, says she should
be used to it
KITSCH OBJECT
Just like every lichen, how you
stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant
a tree
With artistic license, always comes
for free
just like every lichen, how you stick
to me
Snook your way backstage
Paris sets the stage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away
Just like every lichen, how you
stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant
a tree
With artistic license, always comes
for free
just like every lichen, how you stick
to me
Weightless...bare...faithless...scared
Know that bitches face
All seen better days
So quick to blow your fuse
But that's the life you choose
Just like every lichen, how you
stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant
a tree
With artistic license, always comes
for free
just like every lichen, how you stick
to me
Weightless...bare...faithless...scared
Snook your way backstage
Paris sets the stage
Coursing on your brain
So now I slip away
Just like every lichen, how you
stick to me
If your luck is dying, go and plant
a tree
With artistic license, always comes
for free
just like every lichen, how you stick
to me
Weightless...bare...faithless. scared
LENI
I kneel beneath her, beneath this
frozen sky
Beneath her shoulder, beneath her
evil eye
She towers over this male who is
a fly
My sci-fi lullaby
I kneel before her, beneath this
frozen sky
I beg below her, my limbs are paralysed
She beats me harder than any kind
of guy
My sci-fi lullaby
MARS LANDING PARTY
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan
mon cul
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan
mon cul
Une présence ambigüe
une présence inconnue
Jusqu'a ce que j'en peux plus
(3 times)
translation
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse
An ambiguous presence
An unknown presence
Until I can't take it anymore
MISS MONEYPENNY
Penance for his sin, he locked it
in for just a little while
Lubricating creams, sanitaries would
only cramp his style
It's a dirty job but shooting guns
just makes you horny
Wants to spill his seed on guaranteed
service with a smile
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Pitter patter of the eyelid on the
first roll of the dice
Feel the atmosphere, it's gently
laced with nicotine and spice
It's a long walk home, the entrance
of the night is scary
Only trouble is, he never learned
to shoot the same gun twice
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Miss Moneypenny
Miss Moneypenny
Oh
Every job he saves the girl
Martini, mobile phone
Bastards getting in his way
They're all pushing daisies
All you need to make a movie is a
gun and a girl
0898 007 (repeat)
PAYCHECK
Consumed by the one's who made her
She's a faker, always let's me down
Dressed up like a capital shaker
Pull the deal yeah that judgement
let her down
i'll have your guts for garters,
just for starters
Don't you make me frown
She could have been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasting half his life on
sniffing glue
Now he's a foreman working for the
red white and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Public peeling, back stab
Confused by the one's who break
her
She's a faker, never make a sound
undressed like a soul in prayer
Buy a share, pay her by the pound
I'll have your face for breakfast
I'm in excess, need a stroke down
She could have been a nutter
So I had to cut the mother down
Slacker, wasted half his life on
speed
Now he's reformed and working for
the red white and blue
Plain sailing, shoulder rubbing
Dental flossing, back stab
Pay check, pay check
Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets
now
You goddamn liar
Take me higher
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
I never wanted the real thing
Slacker, wasted half is life on
sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the
red white and blue
Plain sailing, wife swapping
Stool pigeon, back stab
pay check, pay check
Save the best for later
Be careful not to stain the sheets
now
You goddamn liar
Pants on fire
Cold lying reduced for honey
But this one really takes the piss
It's likely to proquandry
I deserve so much more than this
SLACKERBITCH
It echoes in my brain
I didn't mean it
Pulses through my veins
I didn't mean it
I'm the one to blame
I didn't mean it
Did too much cocaine
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Looks real cure, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Always comes back for more
Your memory will fade
I didn't mean it
You've always had it made
I didn't mean it
I know you feel betrayed
I didn't mean it
I just wanted to get laid
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Looks real cure, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Always knocking on my door
You come across impure
I didn't mean it
You're goddamn immature
I didn't mean it
You act so insecure
I didn't mean it
You hate me now I'm sure
I didn't mean it
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Looks real cure, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Dripping sex from every pore
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Looks real cure, her lips are sore
Slackerbitch, fag, hag, whore
Such a mother fucking bore
THEN THE CLOUDS WILL OPEN FOR
ME
My guy has a tan transcontinental
But it keeps me enchained
Watch an old black and white movie
Fred and Ginger are too sentimental
Crying in shame
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
To a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through
me
Scatter the ashes one more time for
me
One more time for me
My guy has a tattoo ornamental
When he's frozen in space
Cut your eye far to me
A covered carcass is too elemental
Caught underneath a subway
I don't want to be forgotten
I can't be alone
So don't you dare leave me
It's like coming home
It's a skin that has died
Human voices like a drum
And they're looking right through
me
Scatter the ashes one more time for
me
One more time for me
One more time for me, one more time
for me
One more time for me, one more time
for me
One more time for me, one more time
for me
Trans-likened, twisting my ankle
Doing the grave dance
Narcotic? Yes please, I'll have a
sample
Riding on my very last chance
Then the clouds will open for me
Gonna meet my Jesus Christ
I see history playing before me
For pleasure and passion you pay
the price
Sadness the name of the spike that
took me
I'll make that's all
Like some raging, hard, horny mephistopheles
Who come for my soul
WAITING FOR THE SON OF MAN
Patience comes to the ugly, not
me
Laughter comes to the lucky, not
me
People in my head that won't stop
talking
Nothing in my dream that isn't creepy
crawling
Walking in the park and I think
that I'm falling
Swimming in the sea and I think I'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Clocking on the time
Can save me
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man
Patience comes to the ugly, not
me
Concentration comes to the ugly,
not me
Nothing on the box that hasn't been
born
no-one in the street that isn't old
Driving in then car and I think
that I'm crashing
Swimming in the sea and I think that
I'll
You guessed it
Only lifeguards
Only lifeguards
Clocking on the time
Can save me
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For the son of man
For the son of man
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