Earth Vs The Wildhearts Lyrics
The paper's hanging off the walls, there's 'roaches dancing in the halls you still pay your fortune to crawl down misery street the euthanasia dream brigade are melting in the Hampstead shade the zombies of life they parade down misery street [CHORUS:] so come on over with something to do , baby, I need the company greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 why do we stay here, God only knows - it's not the scenery greetings now from Shitsville, NW3 greetings now from Shitsville, London and all my neighbours disappear the second that I get too near I stick out like elephant ears on misery street it gets so hard to sleep at night, the left of me the (drunks/drugs) still fight while sirens scream off to the right down misery street [CHORUS] the heating's set to sauna and the carpet's getting thin my vacuum cleaner's blowing out instead of sucking in I drink myself to coma so that sleep escapes the din and start this shit all over again... so now I got a brand new day to tackle in the same old way the ducking and diving of bills that arrive in their seemingly hundreds to pay [CHORUS] greetings now from Shitsville, London
I'm living on a land-mine my body's ticking away, my cartoon eyelids and my skin, a sickly grey and if I waited by the 'phone line I'd wait a couple of days so I'm here lying on my bed, until I fade I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again and all the time I'm dreaming better days [CHORUS:] and now I see no sun, I see no life behind my one-track mind here I need no fun, I need no time to find a new design move along I'm working on my 3-D TV tan so so KO - I need another show so so KO - it's just a part of the plan so so KO - there's only me and my TV Tan some day maybe I'll call you I'll see whenever I'm free.. maybe Tuesday, when there's nothing on TV 20 Regal and a 4-pack I guess I'm set for the night and anti-social, to keep in shape, thin and white I light a smoke, and in'tween tokes, consult the TV guide the bible for the pig who stays inside [CHORUS] thinning, I'm thinning and insanely grinning and fools peering out of my TV try hard to be funny unfortunate for me they start to entertain ye I'm living on a land-mine, the kind that never ignites and I'm here waiting, here for nothing... [CHORUS]
life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand you wanna be in a band? I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know I got to get to the show well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get through to you? well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, fuck it [CHORUS:] everlone, everlone a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of) everlone, into the great unknown leaving it all to fade for a while 'til the fire in my eyes passes by when ideas run out, any fool can make a fist I got the will to resist I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man I bet you don't understand well... what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get through to you? well: what have I got to do? what have I got to do to get next to you? like a telephone call would do, fuck it [CHORUS] passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around passes by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever... [CHORUS]
passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the train fools that threw their mouths about with nothing more to do than pass the blame seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah second, third and fourth hand words their twisted lips spit out the same old lies on and on the grapevine gathers, anyone who needs that kind of high those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time, yeah and it's shame on me, if it's all the same to you all the time I see someone try to put the blame on me passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the same old train
Eyes dried tight, gotta get myself together Need a kick-start cocktail, ten percent coffee with a High-rise, family-size, guaranteed to catonize The little bit of brain I got a-hanging on from last night I need a double take, a-just to get awake To try and counteract the hollow feeling nature makes It's gonna work a treat, gonna get me on my feet It's a teasing little tonic with a kick Like a mule And a skip on the beat It ain't right, It ain't wrong I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb Too sweet, too strong I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a ca-ca-ca-ca caffeine bomb Over-do the sugar and the coffee and the whiskey In my biggest mug 'til the varnish starts to melt I got a wake-up shake, any webbing I'm a-shredding Any grogginess I felt before I sweated All the poison From my body to my quilt And it's been too long I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb What a buzz, What a song I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca caffeine bomb Hangover, so hungover Pour me a doctor, send it over Something that'll stop my legs from shaking Something that'll stop my head from aching Hangover, so hung over Breath of a juiced-up holy roller pounding Baby can't you see, I'm shitting out water It's a case of easy come and easy go-o I need a caffeine bomb to wake me in the morning I need a caffeine bomb to get me to the show Oh no, I think I wanna throw Hands all sticky and I'm spilling all my whiskey on myself My friends, my dog, my floor My God, my head feels like something crawled inside it But the medicine I ordered should be kicking any second And I gotta be getting me more... Let's go and get it on I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb Fay Wray, King Kong I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a caffeine bomb I need a bomb, I need a ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca caffeine bomb I need a caffeine bomb I need a caffeine bomb
when you're young and you say you believe it, man you're never gonna ch-ch-ch-change you can read about it all in imaginary stories but you never get the glory 'cos in life it ain't the same you give a bit, and you give a bit, and it's all you'll ever d-d-d-do but you still keep believing in your loveshit 'cos you're hoping one day it'll happen to you, like my baby with the sunset eyes, making moves that can burn my soul well it's the last song we'll ever hear before we go [CHORUS:] what can I do about this loveshit anyway? there's nothing you can do to ease my mind what can I do about this loveshit anyway? d'you have to waste your life before you find it's all loveshit sign your name on the dotted line, it's time for you to su-su-su-suffer you're gonna wish you'd changed your mind in a-three weeks time 'cos then you('ll) find that one lover's like another say goodbye to it, maybe cry a bit, it's a waste of fucking t-t-t-tears but you still keep believing in your loveshit 'cos if you ain't holding hands people say that you're queer teacher, teacher won't you open your eyes, teach me something that I need to know 'cos it's the last song we'll ever hear before we go [CHORUS] oo oo oo-oo It's a popular myth that we've grown up with since the age of man's desire if it's true romance to be in your pants I don't buy, I don't buy, you know I don't buy [CHORUS]
she's always busy caring 'cos that's all she's ever done she's a thousand Florence Nightingales all rolled up into one and (well) people take advantage but she loves her fellow friend with a slow, slow count from ten... when strangers die around her she still cries herself to sleep and she seldom gets the chance to pick the company she keeps and the ring around her finger is a ring around her past and a youth that couldn't last when people ask if she's OK she doesn't even answer her mind is set on auto-think, for heaven knows how long with the body of an angel and the features of a child [CHORUS:] she's miles and miles and miles and miles away she's the miles away girl, 'cos she's the miles away girl and she slaps miles and miles of smiles on every face she's the miles away girl, she's the miles away girl she's the miles away girl, right next to (me) she send a men to slumber-land with just one little kiss her silence is refreshing and her honesty is bliss she's probably clairvoyant but she never had the call but that's not long at all... her head's up with the stars because she knows that's where she's heading the good guys think she's different the rest just think she's weird she doesn't eat, she doesn't sleep, she's thinking all the while [CHORUS] and maybe you're the angel I knew that you could be well that must be the reason you bring out the devil in me deep under the covers, an easy place to hide and imagine the world isn't really going on outside but you never seem to have any money 'cos the decent people never get paid but there's never really ever a problem' cos you can get miles away, miles away, miles away [CHORUS]
drags me round all day just like a ball on a chain or a tooth pain when I confess... I'm just a mess do I have to take this shit from you every time I look your way or say "HEY! it's about time you show me yours and I'll show you mine" and I hope you can keep that turd eating grin of yours upon your face when you find that you're thrown to one side 'cos no-one likes a rotten roller coaster ride [CHORUS:] 'cos she's the kind of girl who'll take your heart and leave you feeling worse than you did at the start 'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck in a bygone age engaged in the passion trip a final score was required just to make it worthwhile all the patience and the wasted time for it seems today the play [did mutate into] a movie scene where the aim is to get the best line crashing heads for the second time [CHORUS:] 'cos she's the kind of girl who'll break your mind and make an easy meal of the sensitive kind 'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck (oh no... day tripper, prick teaser yeah) so a parting word to those young unfortunates who cannot get to sleep 'til one little snake uncurls raise a glass to the Underworld! you can try all week and still keep on waiting it's a messed up, stressed out, loss situation where pearls end up changing into headfuck girls [CHORUS:] 'cos she's the kind of girl who'll steal your smile and chuck it over there on the rest of the pile 'cos she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck headfuck me! head fuck [x10]
can't believe that I got so down I dropped my guard again hit me! hit me! palpitations and goo-goo eyes, the transformation is sad and sickly she pulled out a "Tyson" from out of the blue, and met with a sickening crunch [CHORUS:] she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a suckerpunch senses reeling from too much shit, I hit the floor again, panic, panic! calm and cold as a witches tit, sometimes I think I act cosmically with all of the shit that flew out of my lips, there's no use in asking much [CHORUS:] she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a sucker... sucker... sucker... waah, you fucker! (one... two... three... four...) (mosh!) why I see her face in a million stars, I'm wondering thought I had good taste 'til I found I'd none at all nearly did appear as the asshole of the year and then she strikes... and now I'm back, the guy I've been, before the idiot sat in can't believe that I got so down, it probably happens on a daily basis many millions of messed up minds compete to win in the loser races peeling my mind like she's one of a kind, or maybe just out to lunch [CHORUS:] she got me... woah, she got me she got me... with a suckerpunch
here's the eighth of the seven wonders, here's the [pay back] without a crime here's to all the baby-shit so major at the time from the last of the great pretenders to the new television age and the few who still remember passion over rage we changed, we didn't even try we opened up our mouths (for) telling all those lies to ourselves and everybody helps [CHORUS:] 'cos we're just wanters not needers, hypocrites and cheaters, this is the news of the world pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos, this is the news of the world the news of the world... I could hide in the foreign legion, I could live in the south of France I could pick a thousand reasons, given half the chance but the pricks are the whole world over, every sex, every colour of skin maybe we're just too far gone to shake the mess we're in we changed, we didn't even try we opened up our mouths for telling all those lies to ourselves and everybody helps [CHORUS] take me far away from it all, the news of the world (what's next?) I got my bills to pay (what's next?) I need a holiday (what's next?) I got police upon my back (what's next?) internal politics (what's next?) some humans make me sick the fakes the judges liars greed the laws that judge the life I lead, the fucked up shit that I don't need wanters [CHORUS] the news of the world [x4]
I can be anything I want to be, anything you hate in me multiplied by twenty three sometimes in my head I think I'm someone else that makes me feel bad, badder than before it's my life, my time, I can do what I wanna do when did I give you an invite to come round here, make me feel bad, badder than before it's my life, my time, I can do what I wanna do it's my solo party, it's my body, and if I choose to abuse it with my lifestyle and my music what the fuck! I can't lose! it's my life! why is it I can't keep you far enough away?
well I used to think that bad times lay behind me, I used to think I'd had my share of pain my friends all tried to tell me I was dreaming, yeah but I just stood behind you all the same come take me down and make me dirty, well I guess that's all I've ever been well I should have realised there ain't no reason, I should have seen the writing on the wall the Frankenstein you tried creating to give your trust and I'm still waiting take me as I am or not at all the only thing I ever wanted was the only thing you never gave [CHORUS:] oooooh I la-la-la-la-la-la love ya, until I don't oooooh I la-la-la-la-la-la love ya... and if it takes me all my life just to get you out of my head well maybe I'd rather be dead, (waaaauh!) when I get hot she turns away, I wish I'd never called to say... ooooh yeah [CHORUS] now honey please (now honey please) [x8]
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