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The Other's Way (Carter/Happys) You warned me you'd never promised me anything, But I never really thought that it would end this way. I could never ever, ever, ever, ever, hope to keep you together, Because I'm such a cripple I just get in the way. In the other's way. Yeah, well now O.K., I know screaming from the inside Isn't really gonna help me, But with you that's the only place where I can scream at you Because you're taking me places that I shouldn't really be In the other's way. So if you wanna know the meaning of meaninglessness, Then I'll see you on the 7th of May, In the other's way. |
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Anyone Else Would (Elsey/Happys) Anyone else would have just walked away, not just have stood there with nothing to say. And it's none of my business so I'm just gonna get out of the way. It's there in your mirror, it's there on the floor Written quite clearly on every single one of them walls. Another lost sheep with a poisoned soul and blood shot eyes, Passed out on booze and barbituates and anything at all, anything at... Say what you mean, mean what you say... Leaving you here so down like you say, And I hope you don't remember all the things you just said. Well, it's there in the mirror, it's there on the floor, Black, blue and battered, hanging off all of the walls. I can't laugh and I can't even be bothered with obsessions and infatuations like self pity and suicide when the real criminal always gets away. Say what you mean, mean what you say... |
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Needles & Plastic (Carter/Happys) Fat gut in a studded belt My god I think he thinks he's something else When he's just another zombie probably made out of needles and plastic White, white girl in a black, black dress She's only pretty as in much of a mess She's just another zombie, probably made out of needles and plastic It's a shallow Sickening sideshow I don't think I'm right, I don't think I'm right, I Know that I am! So I say "Hey! They're all made Of needles and plastic!" I say "Hey! They're all made Of needles and plastic!" Everybody's watching everybody else But everybody's watching out for themselves They're looking for a zombie probably made out of needles and plastic Judas sheep choose Judas songs No matter what they're always gonna be wrong They're just a lot of zombies probably made out of needles and plastic Anybody Who is looking For that something To cherish, to hold and to love until death Everybody it's the Doublehappys Everybody get doublehappy Everybody get doublehappy Jesus loves you, so do we! We say hey! Go away! Needles and plastic! |
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Some Fantasy (Elsey/Happys) From the high times to the low times Tell me what you're doing boy Get your feet back on the ground again Hit it up, higher and higher now Like you've been awake all night with those Spills and pills - I tell you now you're losing it Get your head out of the sand and Open your eyes, you will see All of God's creatures - a misery Some fantasy I don't believe that fatalism is an end in itself Between the bottles the sun will still rise It seems the good must surely go to heaven and I ain't got a thing to worry about Because complacency told me not to bother And hypocrisy told me something else again 24 hours a day, seven days a week A misery Some fantasy But I don't have to throw my life away But I would gladly give it to you, oh Darling forever ain't long enough Love must last longer than time itself Better than... some fantasy 24 hours a day, seven days a week Some fantasy |
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Moss Monster (Elsey/Happys) When doom and despair are your only friends So strung out, at your tether's end Sitting always with stolen pride, your Faceless greed, just another lie, well It's a blast and it can't take long Start it over once again And your power trips just make me shake You have more than anyone could take I can't laugh even though I think it's funny, you can't Get what you want for all your money Paranoia ain't nothing new Ask yourself, who's fooling you? Walk this earth so proud and tall Just on 10,000,000 years old Feeling big, now you look so small Cos there ain't nothing been created that can't be destroyed And you crawl across the floor with your best smile on Trying to explain why you're on all fours, well come on Trade it in 'cos there ain't nothing else, when all the Beauty's gone there's only ugliness left It's a blast and it can't take long Start the whole damn thing over once again Paranoia ain't nothing new Ask yourself, who's fooling you? |
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Nerves (Carter/Happys) This is an unforeseen sensation This world is really going to hell, but mine is going up In premature congratulations Let's hope this hope is more than hope before I get it up Somewhere in heaven, when I believed that God was dead Or maybe he just wasn't breathing, it wasn't his tongue in my ear Air's charging with this tension As the cardboard cut-out actors rush their roles climatically The act revolves around possession See I know, the see-through hollow hero just happens to be me And I'm grinning through the falseness, knowing the evil get no rest This amazing melting plastic man is getting stuck in his own mess And you know there's only one thing to do, that's do right before the bitch does you and break away And do right And do right Before right Has a try At doing you Doing you Doing you... This whole situation borders on obscenity With Cupid shooting suffering Everywhere, everywhere, anytime any care Looks as though it may be there to bleed And then the nerves struck nice and clean Till it snaps and comes to the surface And I just can't keep it in Is this something we've all got to go through? Is this called paying for our sins? If it is, there's only one thing to do, that's do right before the bitch does you and break away And do right And do right Before right Has a try At doing you Doing you Doing you... Well there's walking wounded in this war of nerves Hoping it'll get better when it just gets worse So if this trip's love can I get off? If this trip's love can I get off? If this trip's love can I get off? Cos I'm gonna die if it doesn't stop There's walking wounded in this war of nerves Hoping it'll get better when it just gets worse It gets worse by the hour, it gets worse all the time Words don't come easy when you're paralysed So if this trip's love can I get off? If this trip's love can I get off? If this trip's love can I get off? Cos I'm gonna die if it doesn't stop |
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