Someday You don't need someone to love you You time's too precious dear You don't need someone who need someone That's the biggest thing you fear Ch: But someday you might need love And they won't know what you're talking of You're as solid as a rock now But did you never once fall like a stone You're smiling just to please me But who will you please when you're alone When you're alone I say Ch: Someday you might need love And I wont know what you're talking of You could take me with a whisper You could take me with a touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch I would gladly give you everything But you might say it's not very much I'll tell you one thing Ch: Someday you might need love And I wont know what you're talking of No, I wont know hat you're talking of You tear me like a curtain See through everything I say You say my head is like a jungle And my heart is like an empty space You asked me once why did I want you Said 'cause you don't need anyone Said if I needed you, what would you do? I said, you know, I would probably be gone I said, girl, I would probably run You said to me Ch: Someday you might need love Someday you might need love Someday you might need love Because you don't what you're talking of You don't know what you're talking of No, you don't know what you're talking of

Slowly When She Moves When she took the fence In record time High in the saddle Hand clenched, arm raised high Watched her push a big tear into her eye Eye that scorns the angel, but take the devil high She don't like wasting time She don't move slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves When she crosses water, does not ripple, no Tribe of honey seekers, take 'em in, let 'em go Will not captivate her You will never shake her star Makes you wormwood bitter She don't like wasting time She don't move slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves She don't shy from the light She don't groove slowly when she moves These are lips that conquer Drooping honeycomb And a throat that's smoother Than a sword of whalebone Her skin is soft and silent Aloes and cinnamon Her beauty's just the lonely barrel Of an almost loaded gun She don't like wasting time She don't groove slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves She don't shy from the light She don't move Slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves Slowly when she moves

Morphine Watch I got a tube running into my stomach I got a needle running into my arm Got a saline solution going drip, drip, drip And a morphine watch keeping me calm There's a stench in the air makes me realise I've been lying in the rosebed too long I've been sleeping on the job Sucking tears from every sob And a voice is going 'now write a song' Then I close my eyes And I float into the skies Where a million centipede legs Stitches in disguise Coming trotting, coming running The drummers started drumming And it's time to push another hit home Time to push another hit home I've got a nurse with a touch that's so gentle She's seen the reaper and he's stocking up his barn But I still live for frail and fragile things I'd need a morphine watch just to keep calm There's a voice in my head's all for staying Got a voice that's all for letting go But here she comes, syringes and plums With a stay of execution hello Then I close my eyes And I float into the skies Where a million centipede legs Stitches in disguise Coming trotting, coming running The drummers started drumming And it's time to push another hit home Time to push another hit home Do you need something to help you sleep? He's not responding I think we're losing him I think we're losing him I think we're losing him I think we're losing him I think we're losing him I think we're losing him We're losing him

Jesus Lived Six Years Longer Than Kurt Cobain In a trailer park in Seattle They're waving candles in the air Mis-spent youth are doing battle Over what is an isn't fair And going for the clincher A girl tries to explain how Jesus lived six years longer than Kurt Cobain Jesus lived six years longer than Kurt Cobain In a damp bedsit in Dublin They're playing Nevermind to death You got to see, they all agree What he meant he never said And bringing them to their senses A girl cries out in vain How Jesus's hair was longer than Kurt Cobain And Jesus lived six years longer than Kurt Cobain I am the walnut I am the wall You are the Ringo I am the Paul I am the Yoko, you are the egg I am the breast and you are the leg I am the O.J. you are the glove I am the courtroom, you are the love You are the fly and I am the soup What a city, what a bomb, what a supergroup Supergroup, supergroup, super, super, supergroup Supergroup, supergroup, super, super, supergroup In a trailer park in Seattle They're waving candles in the air Mis-spent youth are doing battle Over what is and is not fair And going for the clincher A girl cries out in vain How Jesus lived six years longer than Kurt Cobain Jesus lived six years longer than Kurt Cobain And Jesus's hair was longer And Jesus's arms were stronger And Jesus's eyes were bluer And Jesus's thoughts were truer And he could take you higher Through the rain and through the fire And he could take you higher, and higher and higher And higher, and higher and higher and higher And the truth was in his hands And the truth was in his hands And he took it through the land, through the land, through the land, through the land, through the land Could take you higher and higher and higher and higher.

No Excuses Words: Lydia Lunch I'm sick to death of your excuses And you're sick to death in giving me excuses No excuse is a good excuse, and you stand accused I'm taking to you and I'm talking to you I'm talking to you and I'm talking to you I'm talking basically to myself, as usual I got no time for your excuses So just keep your fuckin' trap shut until I'm finished Then you can talk all you fuckin' want Cause I've got no time for your alibis I've got no time for your excuses Cause every fuckin' day, you know what It's the same fuckin' excuse Every day' it's the same excuse I didn't mean to do it I didn't mean to do it I didn't mean to not do it I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I swear to fuckin' God I'll never, never, never, do it again I swear to fuckin' God You'll never learn your fuckin' lesson Yeah, you'll never learn your fuckin' lesson No matter how many fuckin' times I stand up here and try to tell you You'll never, never, never, never learn that you just gotta stop And you better stop right now You better stop right now But you know what? Let me tell you, Bradley, you can't stop, you can't stop, you can't stop And I hear what what you're saying, because your begging Please, please, somebody stop me, why doesn't somebody stop me Why doesn't somebody stop me, why can't you stop me Why can't you stop me from drinking? Why can't you stop me from driving? Why can't you stop me from drugging, from smoking, from choking? From committing the same fuckin' mistakes and sins and crimes every fuckin' day of your fuckin' life 365 days a year 7 hours a day 24 days a week You figure that one out Yeah, you figure it out The last ten, the last 20, the last 30, 40,50 years Of your fuckin' rotten, miserable, stupid, stinking, miserable life From now 'til never baby 'cause you know what? It's a blood disease It's a blood disease And besides, I just can't help it I just can't help myself I can't help myself Why doesn't somebody help me Why can't you help me Why can't you do something Why can't you fuckin' do something?

Love Song To My Guru I want to write a love song to my guru What can I say That hasn't already been said To your face And I want to write a heart rending love story To bring you to tears What does it matter If you never hear Batten down the hatches This will never happen again But they come in glory Don't they And when they leave It's godless in the dark I want to write a love song to my guru What can I say That hasn't already been said To your face And I want to write a heart rending love story To bring you to tears What does it matter If you never hear On the threshold of song I heard an angel voice over there Sweet obsession everywhere Oh they come in glory don't they And when they leave it's godless in the dark I want to write a love song to my guru What can I say That hasn't already been said To your face And I want to write a heart rending love story To bring you to tears What does it matter If you never hear Wrap them up into a bunch Tied to a big balloon Blow hard as they go up Sprinkling and smiling through Hair trailing in the sky Ribbons of gold entwined Send a cheer as they go by Full steam out of your mind.

Desire Will Leave Me Homeless Know I sent the roses I deny Know I made the phone calls late at night The child in me just wants to play The game of sorrow And desire will leave me homeless Here's the car humming down, down the road And the knock on the door And the signings and the questions You know I sent the roses I deny And desire will leave me homeless by the by The swimming pool is full of broken people Wounded souls who never learned to swim The river is alive with golden fishes Flash their bellies as they try to draw me in Desire will leave me homeless Desire will leave me homeless I wanted you to save me from the ghosts of the night I wanted you to save me from my own appetite I wanted you to save me form the fishes I wanted you to save me from desire Know I sent the roses I deny Know I made the phone calls late at night The child in me just wants to play The game of sorrow And desire will leave me homeless.

Midnight Call You who hear the midnight call The silence just before the dawn Slow tap on the window pane Strange car moving down your lane The danger of the empty street The presence in the passenger seat The hang-up on the telephone The echo-steps that follow you home What are you afraid of? Why do you hunger for first light? Have you not yet begun to trust the lonely night? You who've harboured thieves of time And walked away from love ten times Love you've said plays tricks with truth And draws deep lines on the face of youth What are you afraid of? Why do you hunger for first light? Have you not yet begun to trust the lonely night? Trust that God will shine his light Thrust the angel of the night Trust the hand that give the day Trust the hand that takes away Trust that God will shine his light Thrust the angel of the night Trust the hand that give the day Trust the hand that takes away The hand that takes away.

The Last Sixteen Hours Phones that ring evil Skin like a drum Hand like a fist of the fears you've become Word on the lip Blood on the flowers Tears running naked The last sixteen hours Screams like a demon Quiet like a dawn Hurt getting even Loss crawling home Dreams down the rive Beauty cowers Passion, obsession The last sixteen hours of love Old Men, young men, men without age When fear is a book The rest still a page Lovers drink slowly what the wounded devour Tears running naked The last sixteen hours of love The last sixteen hours of love Screams like a demon Quiet like a dawn Hurt getting even Loss crawling home Dreams down the river Beauty cowers Passion, obsession The last sixteen hours of love The last sixteen hours of love The last sixteen hours of love.

Another Fool He's the very last person that you want to meet He' the king, the king of nothing on his rundown street Well, if you need a gravestone you must be dying And if he says, if he says he loves you, well, you know he's lying Cause he's always just lying around Don't put me out in the cold Cause I'm felling like I'm gonna be sold You make me feel, you make me feel so old He never knew nothing and he always will To lose her to a loser is a bitter pill You know I may not make you wake up But I won't stop trying And if you say, if you say you love him Well I know you're lying, you're lying 'cause you're always lyin' to me Don't put me out in the cold Cause I'm felling like I'm gonna be sold You make me feel, you make me feel so old I can't no I can't understand, but I like in your eyes And I feel like an innocent man I've seen you laughing into his face Now I see you coming back from his place In your world even losers can lose their mind And you know that losers like him are so easy to find You'll find them hanging them hanging 'round you Don't put me out in the cold Cause I'm felling like I'm gonna be sold You make me feel, you make me feel so old I'm so old, I'm so old Don't trade me for another, don't trade me for another fool, Don't trade me for another fool.

She's Got A Habit She roars into my silent room And she cut through my heart like a plough She burns me with her heatwave And I can't wipe the beads from my brow I go down, down, down 'til my life's in the palm of her hands And then she leaves and I am the sorriest sight of a man So what's she got? She's got a habit of coming around sometimes She's got a habit of coming around sometimes Yeah, turning my insides out, turning my upsides down Pushing my heart around Pushing my heart around La, la, la, la, la I'm up like a floating moon And I'm down like a ton of scrap steel I'm hoping she won't come soon But I run up the walls when she leaves I fall down, down, down 'til my life sin the palm of her hands And then she leaves and I am the sorriest sight of a man So what's the girl got? She's got a habit of coming around sometimes She's got a habit of coming around sometimes Turning my insides out, turning my upsides down Pushing my heart around Pushing my heart around Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na She's got a habit of coming around sometimes She's got a habit of coming around sometimes Oh, turning my insides out, turning my upsides down Pushing my heart around Pushing my heart around She's got a habit of coming around sometimes She's got a habit of coming around sometimes Turning my insides out, turning my upsides down Pushing my heart around She's got a habit of pushing my heart around She's got a habit of twisting my heart around She's got a habit of shoving my heart around She's got a habit of twisting my heart around She's got a habit, got to have it bad.