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Six (1998)
SIX
And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see the way I cowered to authority
You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see
(More) than I had before
(More) than I've presently got
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
(More) than I had before
(More) than I could possibly spend
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
It's more than I can spare
My religion is caged
Safe from progress, purgatory I know
How does this affect me
Emotionally affect me
Will they let me go
Will they let me go
Will they let me go
Equilibrium imbalanced again
I feel no pain
I feel no...
I feel no pain
The Jabberwocky haunts me, in my memory it's caged
I feel no pain (I feel no pain)
I feel no... (I feel no...)
I feel no pain (I feel no...)
But if you punched me in the stomach then I'd feel it again
Life is a compromise anyway
Life is a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all
And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see the way I cowered to authority
You see, and my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see
NEGATIVE
Stop, you're looking miserable
Can't be bothered getting up today
My future's looking positive
No one even picked on me today
So you tested negative
Panic in your bedsit goes away
You convert to scientology
To feel part of something once again
I look downwards
I look downwards
Feeling negative, looking negative
I see downwards
I see downwards
I look downwards
I see negative, feeling negative
Looking downwards
Have you ever told a lie to hide a lie
Shame on you, you've compromised again
'Cos things are closing in on you
Not so far away as they may seem
Have you ever told a lie to hide a lie
Shame on you, you've compromised again
And things are closing in on you
Not so far away as they may seem
Someone knocked me in the street
Someone looked at me twice
Now I'm negative
Someone nudged me in the street
Someone poked me in the eye
Now I'm negative
SHOTGUN
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow
Is no uncarved block at hand
Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha
There's a shotgun in his hand
Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's hard to describe
Yeah
The simplest things, the quietest
The child-like simplicity
Everything I need to hear
Positive the way I view
The simple of thought inherit the earth (shotgun blows)
Like Winnie the Pooh, confucianist rules (shotgun blows)
Oblivious in what I do (oh)
Deliberate the way I live (shotgun blows)
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)
The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's hard to describe
Vinegar taster says
The more force I apply, more trouble I make
(Is that I cannot describe why it is
Such a perfect illustration of the opposite and
Complex arrogance we display to protect one another)
Think too much, think too much
Think too much, think too much
INVERSE MIDAS
Everybody helps me make my own mistakes
If I'm left alone I'd make them anyway
Great events, but can't predict
What's happening in present tense
No reference in code to me
ANTI EVERYTHING
Anti everything (live in Richard Rogers' doorways)
I care nothing (lives at the bottom of your strung-out conscience)
Except mescalin (take the day off, it's cheap for cider)
I pay for sex in sleeping bags
I smell you on me
Phased out of your life
You're no different from me
I tell you anti-everything (love him and hate him both at the same time)
I care nothing (lives at the bottom of your strung-out conscience)
Except mescalin (take the day off, it's cheap for cider)
Find a place where you can rest
Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me
Find a place where you can rest
Your sleepy head and won't get pissed with me
FALL OUT
It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here
(It never) It never occurs to me
To ask anybody what I'm doing here, doing here
(Four, five, six seven, eight nine ten, eleven twelve)
I know you're purely Marxist
Your philosophy's so cool
With your tranquillisers, valium and gin
You talk of euthanasia
And your breakdown was so cool
Did Stanley Kubrick fake it with the moon?
This cult of positivity, once again, yeah
But I didn't think about the fall out
Fall out
SEROTONIN
My migraine makes me ill
My electricity is low
My laceration soothes itself
My chemicals flow
And I'm boosting what I take
Just like the Germans, getting off
On herbal vacuum - pumps of blow
It shows all I know
And I drop and I drop
And my body levels drop
And my nerves clogging up
Sucking all the substance up
With this method that I have found
I'm redressing all I know
I can change the amount of God
That wraps around me
From a satellite they fire
Serotonin from eight miles
Above Deeside in binary
It orbits my street
(Redux, redux, redux, redux
Redux, redux, redux, redux
Redux, redux, redux, redux)
My chemist is the only friend that I've got
CANCER
My book of Mormon
Wrapped in Turin
And it seems inferior and jittery
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
In an eerie passion for self-flattery
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus
I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now
But I'm still here
Yes, somehow I'm still here
What now of my faith
Just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
I'm emotional and sensitive and frail
In need of some love
Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state
Uninformed
You will harbour those who nurtured Europe's War
Keep turning my cheek
In a fragile state of violence left me weak
No guilt
Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace
I need replacement
To feel redefined
And it's just this matter of identity
You preach elastic
To your jagged flock
It's an eerie passion for self-flattery
Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame
Emotionally I feel I'm raped
Oh, emotionally in chains
What now of my faith
It's a desperate exercise to limit pain
No guilt
Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace
Keep turning my cheek
I'm emotional and sensitive and weak
Uninformed
You have harboured those who nurtured Europe's War
WITNESS TO A MURDER (PART TWO)
All my life
What I mistook for friendly pats on the back
Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down
The more I struggle, the less I achieve
Deep, chlorine breath
Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days
Something keeps me in this disinfected womb
We see things differently in daylight, I suppose
I mean, everything is an excuse for something
But my conscience is intact
I can deny everything
I'm waving into blind eyes
TELEVISION
On top of the hour (compulsive my behaviour)
I see my life through Sky News (keeping things in order)
Keep on watching things unfolding on my wide-screen set
Can't contain myself
I'm going pay-per-view
Think I'll explode (in the corner of my room)
If I do too much gak (sits my one big eyeball)
It's with the advent of this pay-per-view
Can't control myself
I scratch my knee
I have to scratch the other
Documentaries are the best
Thru' my T.V., through my T.V.
All my problems come
Thru' my T.V., through my T.V.
All my problems come
I study quite hard (in the corner of my room)
When I should be in bed (sits my one big eyeball)
I'm in the Open University
Constant imprint of the test card on my eyes
I think I should rest (compulsive my behaviour)
Sleep on one side and the other (keeping things in order)
Always searching for the Abilene
Can't control myself
SPECIAL/BLOWN IT (DELETE AS APPROPRIATE)
I've blown it in every single way
Screwed every single chance that came
You're a super star in waiting for the silver screen
Then the pressure came
Swept away in a tidal wave
Could be all of you, still awake at noon
Blew my chances in a tragic flurry, sweeping apathy
Buy all my food from the B.P store when the night kicks in
I'm turning my back on everyone
I've blown everything I've ever done
I've fucked it up, shot my load
Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
I could have been somebody special
I'm not such a tragic waste of space
I could bring happiness to people
Just one more greatest hits tour for the devotees
The same old faces came
They love their summer spectaculars
By the grace of God could be up by noon
And not a tragic waster but I can't stay focused for my apathy
They could have bought me a brand new car and a house in France
I've really blown it now
Blew it all away on a whim
Sat on my own for far too long
Things could have been so different now
Life looks so confusing through my window bay
Just to see a face, I'm really pleased when the gas man comes
Could be all of you still awake at noon
Blew my chances in a tragic flurry of apathy
All my food from a B.P store when the night kicks in
I've really blown it now
Blew it all away on a whim
But I fucked it up, shot my load
Spewed onto the motorway shoulder
I could have been somebody special
LEGACY
If you fear transition to your other life
Don't need money to be there
Leave behind your money just to prove your worth
Won't be here so I don't care
If you strap your conscience to your vision thing
Won't be here so I don't care
Prove your worth to people that you called your friends
Won't be here so I don't care
I wouldn't care if I was washed up tomorrow you see
Reading novels is banned by the Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying and temporary
Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me and
Life is wearing me thin
I feel so drained, my legacy
A sea of faces just like me
I've been drained, emotion is a bitter fate
Won't be here so I don't care
I concede relationships have left me weak
Won't be here so I don't care
Look for something worthy to replace my guilt
Won't be here so I don't care
Prove my worth to people who I called my friends
Won't be here so I don't care
I wouldn't care if I was washed up tomorrow you see
Reading novels is banned by the Marquis de Sade
All relationships are emptying and temporary
Nobody cares when you're gone
BEING A GIRL
Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon
And I judge myself by the adverts I see
My deodorant hides the real me
These things elevate me above animals
I feel like being a girl
Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl, being a girl
And my life never tasted sweeter
I'm so boring, my clothes wanna keep
Someone else warm, someone cooler
Tax on cigarettes, treats my cancer
These things elevate me above animals
A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea
Nor me happiness
Girl is much to weak a word for me
Made from balsa wood
Being a girl, being a girl
I want to experience being a girl
I want to experience being a girl
I want to experience being a girl
The only pureness left is preached by Marx
Time to contemplate
Never been informed there must be poor
Or the rich won't be rich no more
The only pureness left is preached for me by Marx
The only pureness left is preached for me by Marx
The only pureness left is preached by Marx
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