BLUR

Beetlebum, what you done?
She's a gun, what you done?
Beetlebum
Get nothing done, you beetlebum
Just get numb, now what you done
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
Nothing is wrong
She turns me on
I just slip away and I am gone

Beetlebum, because your young
She's a gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum
She'll suck your thumb, she'll make you cum
She's your gun, now what you done?
Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away
She turns me on and all my violence gone
Nothing is wrong, I just slip away
And I am gone
There's nothing wrong
She turns me on I just slip away and I am...

He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it
He's on, he's on, he's on it...

I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet
It wasn't easy
But nothing is, no

Well I feel heavy metal
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya

I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem

Well I feel heavy metal
And I'm pins and I'm needles
Well I lie and I'm easy
All of the time and I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet ya

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

Yeah, I found nowhere
It got to know me
Let me sleep all day
Spend the money
I haven't felt my legs
Since the summer
And I don't call my friends
Forgot their numbers

VIP 223
I've had my chances
And they had me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I'm country sad
I'm a ballad man

I'm on the comeback road
Yeah, I'm a blizzard
And in my motor home
Sweat on my pillow all night

VIP 223
I've had my chances
And they had me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I'm country sad
I'm a ballad man

VIP 223
I've had my chances
And they had me
Now stay up nights
Watch TV
I'm country sad

I'm a ballad man...

It's automatic
(It's automatic)
I need to unload
(Need to unload)
Under the pressure
(Under the pressure)
Go middle of the road
(Middle of the road)
Fall into fashion
(Fall into fashion)
Fall out again
(Fall out again)
We stick together
(We stick together)
Cos it never ends
(It never ends)

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything
(You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we'll work it out

Here comes tomorrow
(Here comes tomorrow)
One, two, three episodes
(Three episodes)
We stick together
(We stick together)
Go middle of the road
(Middle of the road)
Cos that's entertainment
(That's entertainment)
It's the sound of the wheel
(Sound of the wheel)
It rolls on forever
(Roll, roll forever)
Yeah you know how it feels
(Know how it feels)

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything
(You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we'll work it out

It's automatic
(It's automatic)
I need to unload
(Need to unload)
Under the pressure
(Under the pressure)
Gone middle of the road
(Middle of the road)
Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything
(Line up it's outer space)
Here it comes
(We are members of the human race)

Here comes a low
(I'm a boy and you're a girl)
Here comes a high
(The only ones in the world)
Here comes everything
(You and me we'll work it out)
Here it comes
You, me, we'll work it out

Holy man tiptoes his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears
Videoed by a bus load of tourists
Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade.

Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
From a man in a tee-pee, California.
He said he once was a great game show performer
Then he blew all his money away,
Blew it all away.

So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R.E. Perot get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll.

And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own

Well, we all go happy day-glo in the disco
The sound of magic music in our brains
Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
I'm in outer space.

So take me home, don't leave me alone
I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
I dream to riot, oh you should try it
R.E. Perot get gold card soul
Your joy of life is on a roll
And we'll all be the same in the end
Cos then you're on your own
Then you're on your own...

Sad, drunk and poorly
Sleeping really late
Sad, drunk and poorly
Not feeling so great
Wandering lost in a town full of frowns
Sad, drunk and poorly
Dogs digging underground

And I feel the light
In the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's OK
Cos you're so great, and I love you

Drink tea and coffee
Helps to start the day
Drink tea and coffee
Shaking all the way
City's alive and, surprise, so am I
Drink tea and coffee
Get no sleep today

And I feel the light
In the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's OK
Cos you're so great, and I love you

The death of the party
Came as no surprise
Why did we bother
Should've stayed away

Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And plant myself gently on the shelf

The death of a teenager
Standing on his own
Why did he bother
Should've slept alone

Another night
And I thought "Well, well"
Go to another party
And hang myself gently on the shelf

He makes an inner arm block
Then kicks him behind
The lights, they go off
But he can fight blind
Cos he got the touch
But he won't live long
He comes from Hong Kong

Where justice is done
Chinese bombs, millions jump
Chairman's junk, USA
Won't somebody, won't somebody
Sink this place

Got a call to go to Soho
The dragon said go
Let everyone know
That you got the touch
You come from Hong Kong
Where justice is done
Where people are strong
But you won't live long

Chinese bombs, millions jump
Chairman's junk, USA
Bruce Lee come, save the day
Bruce Lee come the Chinese way

A good man who has no love
He took me in and made me love
Told me how I'd lost a friend
You smiled at me it was the end

And I said,
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love

Cut my hair off in the road
I tear my coat off, drop my load
Wipe my hands on the grass
Cos now I know nothing will last

And I said,
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love
I'm just a killer for your love

Good morning, lethargy
Drink Pepsi, it's good for energy
The bath's on, smoke in the bedroom
Sore throat, and on my neck a nasty bruise
And where it came from
Well I don't know
But we played last night, it was a good show

Got to play a second rate chat show
A nationwide deal, so we gotta go
Chuck from the Company says it'll be alright
Got an ad on KROQ
And there's an in-store tonight
Well I build things up
Never let them go
Got to get top shelf on the radio

Look inside America
She's alright, she's alright
Sitting out in the distance
But I'm not trying to make her mine
Looking for America
With its kooky nights
And its suicides
TV says its alright
Cos everybody's hung up
On something or other

Stepping off in twenty
So the driver says
I should sleep tonight
But I think I'll watch videos instead
Annie Hall leaves New York in the end
Press rewind and Woody gets her back again
And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don't know that it means much to me

Look inside America
She's alright, she's alright
Sitting out in the distance
But I'm not trying to make her mine
I'm looking for America
With its kooky nights
And its suicides
TV says its alright
Cos everybody's strung out
On something or other
And the whole world could have passed through me
But I don't know that it means much to me

All I want to be
Is washed out by the sea
No Death Star over me
Won't give me any peace
All I want is light relief
But the crazies on the street
Give them guns and feed them meat
They'll shoot the Death Star down
Dig a hole and put it down
A thousand miles underground

They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star

Give me all your stuff
Until I can't get up
Watch the whole world freeze
Counting tin cans in our sleep
Submarines are diving deep
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in me
All I've ever done is tame
Will you love me all the same
Will you love me though it's always the same

They say it's no game
There's strange news from another star
I'm lost, I'm lost
There's strange news from another star
From another star
From another star
From another star

At the music heist
I met the gourmet man
With aluminium lungs
Who sucks on oily cans
He sees the whole world goes flip
In a stunt bug style
Cos he's a parasite
With a cellulite pile
But he can smile

Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on

Sticky eyes and sticky bones
You get no time on your own
You get a dose and a ghost
You get it coast to coast
Now you dye your hair black
Get Satan tattooed on your back
You pierce yourself with a coke can
And rub yourself with fake tan
Now you're in a band

Cos this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always further to go
When you're movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always somewhere to go
Movin on, we're movin' on
Won't be long before we're gone

Hey, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
Yeah, this is the music
Movin' on, we're movin' on
No matter how low
Theres always further to go
Movin' on, you're movin' on
No matter how low
There's always further to go

I remember thinking murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns
I remember the graffiti
We're your children coming at you with spray cans and paint
I remember the sunsets and the planes of cement
And the way the night just seemed to turn the colour of orangeade

In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens
In this town, we all go to terminal pubs
It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life
In this town, the English army grind their teeth into glass
You know you'll get a kicking tonight
The smell of puke and piss
The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos

Here comes that panic attack
My heart stops
And then it starts
Give me a drink
I'll drink you round
I take you round the park
It's cold in here - (I see the universe waiting by a minibus)
You'll catch the flu
Or you'll catch the city
Either way you'll catch the flu
Or you'll catch the city

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