Sneaker Pimps--Becoming X

LOW PLACE LIKE HOME

You walked all over, in your blunderstones
In your own road movie, with your one armed man
Gonna make it to the problem page
Trouble-shoot your life
Gonna make it to the problem page
Need some time and space

Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home

You talked it over from your bedroom throne
Making sense of nothing, like your one armed man,
Read your future in the magazine, search your stars for clues
Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose

Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a low place like home
Low place like home

You fall all over, in your small town heels
Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man, 
Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse
Treat your life like a tragedy, precious else to choose
Crucify yourself, I hope you find yourself

In a low place like home
Low place like home


TESKO SUICIDE

Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
dark lane, bleak house shrinking rose, You're over and out
Tie a cherry bootstring, put your candy teeth in
Choking on a sweetheart, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...

Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
Get ahead, get laid, get it over
Cheap show, back seat martyr's pose, you're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses, buying best defences
Putting on the trousers, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...

You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
Get a story get a life and get back
You've got nothing to shout about
You're over and out

I'm checking out of my senses, Buying best defences
Fired up on free-will, hang up, hang up, hang up

Go on girls - solo,
Go on girls - take a chance,
Go on girls - trust it,
Go on girls - the truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...
So so ... Single ... So low ... The truth is ...


6 UNDERGROUND

Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you're better than I wannabe
Don't think 'cos I understand,
I care, don't think 'cos I'm talking we're friends,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace

Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
I fake my life like I've lived
Too much, I take whatever you're given
Not enough,

Overground, watch this space,
I'm open to falling from grace


BECOMING X

You can keep breathing, I only fall when you are near me
Incomplete, I only talk when you can hear me, Keep dreaming
can't wake up until I'm sleeping, Lost on me, Close to something I'll never be

Close to something I'll never be

If I just stay here, close my eyes can you still see me ?
Obsolete, very nearly something to see
Still see me, I can't wake up for sleeping
Incomplete, very nearly something to be

Very nearly something to be

You can keep trying, drown in sleep to be flying
See for Miles, something that I wanted to be
I can't wake this dream, prototype ends up has been
Incomplete, the consequence of something to be


SPIN SPIN SUGAR

I'm everyone - I feel used,
I'm everyone - I need you,
I'm everyone - hang your label on me,
I'm everyone - Paint it black and white and easy,
I'm everyone - Sticks in me,
I'm everyone - Sticks with me,
I want perfection - I'm real need,
I've seen attention - See through me,
Call on me - Spin spin sugar
Crawl on me - Spin spin sugar
Stinks on me - Spin spin sugar
Twists for me - Spin spin sugar


POST-MODERN SLEAZE

She looks ahead, she paints her toe nails red,
She's wet and wild, a typical 90's child,

She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take, 
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Unscrew the wine, she'll throw a party line,
Stories extreme, she's such a drama queen,
Cries through the night, she choked on Marlboro lites,
Pure charm and grace, she hates her pretty face, 

She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take, 
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze

Straw spun from gold, she craves a tortured soul, 
All doom and gloom, she plays an open wound, 

She makes every move they make,
She takes everything they take, 
She must be a Thelma or Louise,
She must be a post-modern sleaze


WATERBABY

You're heart is served cold
You're sights are set in perfect stone,
And when you go you go alone,
And when you stand you're on your own, 

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home X2

We're nothing like friends, You have no time to lend, 
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame,
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame

You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again X2

Random laid plans, 40 days of one night stands,
And when you go you go alone
You walk the cross you made your own

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home X2


ROLL ON

Roll on, these doors are open
Roll off, you can come next time,
I'm in love with your confusion, on your knees
When you're breathing through your elbows,
Down on me, down on me

Roll on roll off, 
Roll on roll off, 
Don't take that wrong
Don't take that wrong

Roll up, these doors are open, 
Load up, come next time
Don't try to hurry me along,
Just walk ahead a little gone

Roll on roll off, 
Roll on roll off, 
Don't take that wrong
Don't take that wrong

Roll on, going down on me,
Roll off, make it easy on me,
You can't think you're someone special,
On your knees, We're throwing punches underwater,
Sink with me, sink with me, sink

Roll on roll off,
Roll on roll off,
Something is sinking X5


WASTED EARLY SUNDAY MORNING

You're not the sun, It's just a light,
Waking early sunday morning,
You're not my church,
It's just the bells, 
Ringing sweetly through the house,
And in this sense of mine,
You're not this prayer.
You're still in reach,
I please myself,
Wasting early sunday morning
You're not my lead,
You're just my help,
Talk the edge off sheer denial
And in this state of mine
You're what I want,
Nothing closeto what I need
I breathe you in X4
Suit yourself,lose myself
Breaking early sunday morning
You're not the sun
You're not my church,
I still hold some self-control,
But in this sense of mine
I'm still too high, look no hands
I breathe you in X4


WALKING ZERO

Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hetred,
Understand it's so simple, a simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
To the madness I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused, unaddressed,
Like a saviour I do caress,
The truth is boredom more or less
Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you,
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate
If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
Comprmise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
Name a price on what's sacred
Guaranteed I've got something,
A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets
To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom, it's excess
Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose, it's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes.

How do

Hey ho - who is this, no one but me my dear
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll give to you,
A stroke as gentle as a feather,
Hey ho - I am here, am I not young and fair,
Please come, say how do,
The things I'll show to you
Would you have a wondrous sight,
The midday sun at midnight,
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your hair