you can force it but it will not come.
you can taste it but it will not form.
you can crush it but it's always here.
you can crush it but it's always near
chasing you home
saying everything is broken
everyone is broken.
you can force it but it will stay stung.
you can crush it as dry as a bone.
you can walk it straight home from
school. you can kiss it you can break all
the rules but still everything is broken,
everyone is broken.
why can't you forget?
where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
alone on an aeroplane
falling asleep against the window pane
my blood will THICKEN.
i need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
i'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
and who are my real friends?
have they all got the bends?
am i really sinking this low?
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen..
where do we go from here?
the words are coming out all wierd
where are you now when i need you?
they brought in the CIA
the tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
to blow me sky high.
my baby's got the bends
we don't have any real friends
i'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
and i wish it was the sixties
i wish i could be happy
i wish
i wish
i wish that something would happen
i want to live and breathe
i want to be part of the human race
two jumps in a week i bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy.
flying on your
motorcycle.
watching all the ground beneath you drop.
you'd kill yourself for recognition.
kill yourself to never ever stop.
you broke another mirror.you're turning into something you are not.
drying up in conversation
you will be the one who cannot talk.
all your insides fall to pieces.
you just sit there
wishing you could still make love.
they're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world all
sussed out.
they're the ones who'll spit at you.
you will be the one
screaming out.
it's the best thing that you ever had.
Her green plastic wateringcan for her fake chineserubberplant
in the fake plastic earth.
that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber Plans to get
rid of itself,- it wears her out.
She lives with a broken man,
a cracked polystyreneman who just
crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but GRAVITY always
wins and it wears him out.
She Looks like the real thing.
She tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love.
But I Can't Help The Feeling.
I Could Blow Through The Ceiling.
If I Just Turn And RUN.
and it wears me out.
If i could be who you wanted all the time..
I don't wanna a be krippled kracked
shoulders wrists knees and back
ground to dust and ash
crawling on all fours.
when you've got to feel it in your bones.
Now i can't climb the stairs
pieces missing everywhere
prozak painkillersss.
when you've got to feel it in your bones.
and i used to fly like Peter Pan
all the children flew when i touched their hands.
they love me like i was a brother
they protect me
listen to me
they dug me my very own garden
gave me sunshine
made me happy. nice dream.
i call up my friend the good angel
but she's out with
her ansaphone
she says she would love to come help but
the sea would
electrocute us all. nice dream.
if you think that you're strong enough
if you think you belong enough.
nice dream.
can't get the stink off,
he's been hanging around for days.
comes like a comet,
suckered you but not your friends.
one day he'll get to you,
teach you how to be a holy cow.
don't get my sympathy hanging out the 15th floor.
you've changed the locks 3 times,
he still comes reeling through the door.
and soon he'll get to you,
teach you how to get to purest hell.
you do it to yourself you do
and that's what really hurts is
you do it to yourself just you,
you and no-one else
you do it to yourself.
faith your driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it but it hurts like HELL
my brain says im receiving pain
a lack of oxygen from my life sup[poRT
my Iron lung.
weRe too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are loosing it can't you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
our twentieth century bitch and we are gratEful for our
irOn lUng.
suck suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained anddumb
(whe n the powrr runs out we'll just humm)
this this is our new s=ong
just like the last one
a total w.a.s.t.e. of time.
my
irOn lUng.
limb by limb and tooth by tooth
tearing up inside of me
everyday everyhour wish that i
was bullet proof.
wax me
mould me heat the pins
and stab them in you have turned me into this
just wish that it
was bullet proof.
so pay me money and take a shot
lead-fill
the hole in me
i could burst a million bubbles
all
surrogate
&
bullet proof.