You can colour my life
until it fits with your own 
you can colour my life
until it fits with your own 

You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on you’ve got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too
Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you won’t see me
Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I don’t believe you when you say that you don’t need me
It’s much too late to find
You think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me oh
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me oh
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I’d find a much better place
Either with or without you
The five years we have had have been such good times
I still love you
But now I think it’s time I lived my life on my own
I guess it’s just what I must do
Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you won’t see me
Don’t, don’t you want me?
You know I don’t believe you when you say that you don’t need me
It’s much too late to find
You think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we will both be sorry
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me oh
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me oh
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want me oh…

Q

Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landside -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up from the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, a little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doens't really matter to me,
- to me -,

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mamma, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine -
Body's aching all the time,
Goodby everybody-I've got to go -
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth -
Mama, ooo -
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all -

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the Fandango -
Thunderbold and lightning, very very frightening me -
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo figaro - Magnifico,
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me -
He's just a poor boy from a poor family -
Spare him his life from this monstrosity -
Easy come, easy go-, will you let met go -
Bismillah! No-, we will not let you go - let him go-
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go -
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go -
           Will not let you go - let me go
           Will not let you go - let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go -
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me -
                                        for me -

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye -
So you think you  can love me and leave me to die -
Oh Bady - Can't do this to me baby -
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here -

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see, 
Nothing really matters -, nothing really maters to me,

USA

law

flash delirium

Fuck you

Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbour

So you say
It's not OK to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist
Who can't tie my laces
You're point of view is medieval

Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get
Do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it

Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful
Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful

Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

You say
You think we need to go to war
Well you're already in one
Cause it's people like you
That nedd to get slew
No one wants your opinion

Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

MGMT

You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing,
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of 

consequences
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted
To be haunted
The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought,
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not

Fake Tales of San Francisco

Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the room
More point to a wedding disco
Without a bride or groom
There's a super cool band yeah
With their trilbys and their glasses of white wine
And all the weekend rockstars are in the toilets
Practicing their lines
I don't want to hear you
Kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear, you know
Kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you
Kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear you
I don't want to hear your...
Fake Tales of San Francisco
Echo through the air
And there's a few bored faces in the back
All wishing they weren't there
And as the microphone squeaks
A young girl's telephone beeps
Yeah she's dashing for the exit
And she's running to the streets outside
Oh you've saved me, she screams down the line
The band weren't very good
And I'm not having a nice time.
I don't want to hear you
Kick me out, kick me out
I don't want to hear, you know
Kick me out, kick me out
Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though
So all that's left
Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
I don't quite know the distance
But I'm sure thats far
Yeah I'm sure thats pretty far
And yeah, I'd love to tell you all of my problem
You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
Yeah.

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