There are many things to be said about these songs. Tori's writing style is sometimes a little more bizarre and abstract than Alanis or even Fiona, and sometimes harder to understand, but still good. Let me think...the upbeat pseudo happy songs are Leather and Happy Phantom, both of which are cool (or else they wouldn't be here would they?) Me and a Gun is very sad. She sings it without instruments, but it is very very beautiful. Crucify is just wierd, but good enough to be here. She has more than a few good one liners in it. You should make a point to hear "Wednesday", it's good (the words are like wth?) and the soung is kind of original relative to her other songs. That is all I have to say except read and be merry! "With their nine inch nails and little fascist panties stuck inside the heart of every nice girl!"
Crucify
Crucify
Every finger in the room
[Chorus:]
Got a kick for a dog
[Chorus:]
Precious Things
As I ran faster
He said you're really an ugly girl
Happy Phantom
And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
oo who
Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
oo who
China
China
China decorates our table
Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
China all the way to New York
Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
I can feel the distance
Leather
Look I'm standing naked before you
Oh God
I could just pretend that you love me
Oh God
I almost ran over an angel
Oh God
Me and a Gun
5am
Me and a gun
Me and a gun
And do you know Carolina
Me and a gun
Precious Things
Happy Phantom
China
Leather
Me and a Gun
Wednesday
is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
Then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell our now
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Just what God needs
One more victim
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Beggin' for Love
I gotta have my suffering
So that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter
He says will you ever learn
You're just an empty cage girl
If you kill the bird
I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
Drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start
my own religion
Please be
Save me
I cry
Why do we
Crucify ourselves
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Every day
And my heart is sick of being in chains
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can made me cum
That doesn't make you Jesus
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
And I'll go chassin' the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch
oo who
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Budda by the hand
And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been
You found a firl that you could truly love again
WIll you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soond forget the things we cannot see
The time is getting closer
oo who
Time to be a ghost
oo who
Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we been
All the way to New York
I can feel the distance getting close
You're right next to me
But I need an airplane
I can feel the distance as you breathe
Sometimes I think you want me to touch you
How can I when you build the great wall around you
In your eyes I saw the future
Together you just look away in the distance
Funny how the cracks don't seem to show
Pour the wine dear
You say we'll take a holiday
But we never can agree on where to go
How can I when you build the great wall around you
In your eyes I saw the future
Together you just look away in the distance
Maybe you got lost in Mexico
You're right next to me
I think that you can hear me
Funny how the distance
Learns to grow
How can I when you build the great wall around you
In your eyes I saw the future
Together you just look away in the distance
I can feel the distance
I can feel the distance getting close
Don't you want more then my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't Hold what I hold dear
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense" he said "You're alone here
So if you jump you best jump far"
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather
Hand me my leather
Friday morning
Thursday night
Far from sleep
I'm still up and driving
Can't go home
obviously
So I'll just change direction
Cause they'll soon konw where I live
And I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I say "holy holy" as he buttoned down his pants
and a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus a few years back
Used to hand and he said
"It's your choice babe just remember
I don't think you'll be back in 3 days time
So you choose well"
Tell me what's right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred's Seville
and a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through you head
When there's a man on your back
And you're pushed flat on your stomach
It's not a classic cadillac
and a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this