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b-sides from the Gold Against The Soul singles
From Despair To Where - Life Becoming A Landslide
hibernation
I got married 'cos you should
We both knew we should
You do at our age
This stage of our career
Things get tight
A ring helps get a mortgage
To move out of daddy's home
Get a bigger car
Easy access to the city
I can read the papers in peace
And laugh at the homeless
I know my friends criticize
But we get by OK
So what if there's no emotion
We can wake up anywhere
There's never a row
No time for a kiss
When you've got schedules to meet
Trivialities seem so cheap
This is above love
This is more than real
This is all there is
This is as good as it gets -
Intense morality parades
la tristesse durera (scream to a
sigh)
patrick bateman
Oh, say, can you see,
by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last gleaming?
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero of mine
Travis, Rhinehart rolled into one cute son
Less than zero a grotesque nightmare
Subtlely disturbing like normal behaviour
I understand nothing and I cannot speak
I'd walk in the park but the trees are diseased
No sweetheart and I am too confused
I only love my watch and my snakeskin shoes
I feel so small in the supermarket queue
People seem to laugh at my choice of food
My personality is held together with Sellotape
A loose fit just like a numb junkies hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
Just do what I like ain't that democratic
Genesis, Huey Lewis, Filofax, CD 5
A backdrop to discuss over expensive wine
Didn't even know when or why I should stop
I feel so stupid like a joke that belongs
I guess all psychos are made out of money
I cannot be saved as liberals keep telling me
I don't wanna be understood I just wanna kill
Out of blandness I am your everyday thrill
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
I touched your lips but now I just paint
Surface reflection all I desired babe
I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone
I am a crime everybody has at home
Papers hate me but they need my behaviour
The dignity amongst Hollywood trivia
Escape is so cheap of alcohol and whores
Mines the sanity of exclusive gun laws
Art critics say porno's easily obscene
Late show retards Dice Clay is true poetry
They've never tried living underneath the water
That's real end of the century nausea
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
Therefore I must be God
I must, I must be God
Patrick Bateman
We are babies crippled in Christ
Patrick Bateman
I fucked God up the ass
I fucked God up the ass
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
Patrick Bateman
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the republic for which it stands.
One nation, under God, indivisible
with liberty and justice for all.
what's my name
What the hell is wrong with me? oh oh
I'm not who I supposed to be, oh oh
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
I tried to join a ping-pong club, oh oh
Sign outside said "all full up", oh oh
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
You're .............
Are we gonna indulge in the usual cliche
Of dumb class scum, dumb class war, ..... ......
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
With a celloid strip - are you sleeping tight?
What's my naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
Naaaame... naaaame... naaaame...
us against you
From journalist to video to Channel 4 T.V.
My life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and I travel the world
From freelance to new dance
And I expect on the world I am
From Cantonese food to fashionable friends
The list of invites never seems to end
So bomb London and its M.P.'s
John Major Virginia Bottomley
So bomb London and its legislature
Acid wit beauty and charm
It doesn't take much to twist my arm
Free trip free drink it all goes down so so well
Maybe a Sunday supplement will turn up soon
A documentary on censorship sounds real cool
It's easy to see that I went to public school
So bomb London and its M.P.'s
John Major Virginia Bottomley
Bomb London and its legislature
So bomb London and its M.P.'s
John Major Virginia Bottomley
So bomb London and its legislature
So bomb London and its magazines
Time-out Face and ID
Bomb London its music and its culture
You ain't ever been a racist
But Tyson was guilty man
He was guilty
donkeys
Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary
Sweating and sickly
Donkey's don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever
Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire
Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural
Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity
Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies
wrote for luck
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a cue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
You can try but you can't chain me
I can sit and stand and beg and roll over
I don't read
I just guess
There's more than one sign
and it's getting less
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a cue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
And when you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
'cos you're not made of cheese
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to crack
You keep on piling out
Now put 'm back
comfort comes
Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comfort the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and me till the mourning
Whispered words of sanctuary
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for enmity's saddest glare
Forgetting how I hate self pity blonde
Comfort comes and smoothes her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
Handcuffs now her pearl bracelets
are mothers saints
If piss is yellow then life must be grey
How come they smile when we throw it away
And if it is a colour then it must be sin
And you want to apologise but keep it in
Why worship a god when a mother is a saint
Why worship stone
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
And when their arms are dead how do they sigh
As gentle as the winter that fades by
And some kind of angel appears in her eyes
Or is it just the devil screaming inside
Why give into useless devotion
Truth and beauty, love and hate, mother and God
They give life and take it back
Spit you out but understand
Stay silent when you want to shout
Give, give when we piss it away
charles winsdor
One, two, three, four
Charles Windsor, who's at the door?
At such an hour, who's at the door?
In the back of an old green Cortina
You're on your way to the guillotine
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chopoff your head
Hundreds of bound, big business men
Hacks from The Sun. Military men
So many rich men weep in despair
On and on into Trafalgar Square
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop your head
These once peaceful streets
The scenes of revenge you'd wished not to see
Revenge is so sweet for those who don't know anything sweet
Here the rabble comes
The kind you hoped were dead
They've come to chop, to chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop off
your head
