'Low Place Like Home'

You walked all over in your blunder-stones
In your own road movie with your one armed man
Gonna make it to the problem page
Trouble-shoot your life
Gonna make it to the problem page
Need some time and space
Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home
Low Place Like Home)

You talked it over from your bedroom throne
Making sense of nothing like your one armed man
Read your future in the magazine search your stars for clues
Read your future in the magazine tells you what to lose
Just to find yourself
I hope you find yourself
In a Low Place Like Home
Low Place Like Home)

I hope you find yourself

In a Low Place Like Home
You fall all over in your small town heels
Catching hold of nothing like your one armed man
Treat your life like a tragedy self-inflict abuse
Treat your life like a tragedy precious else to choose
Crucify yourself I hope you find yourself

Low Place Like Home

Low Place Like Home

Low Place Like Home

Low Place Like Home

Crucify yourself

I'm glad your found yourself

In a Low Place Like Home

I'm glad you found yourself

I Hope you find yourself

I'm glad you found yourself

In a Low Place Like Home

In a Low Place Like Home

Crucify yourself

In a Low Place Like Home

I hope you found yourself

I hope you found yourself

I hope you found yourself

I hope you found yourself

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'Tesko Suicide'

Phone me and I'll hang up
Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up
Dark lane bleak house shrinking rose you're over and out
Tie a cherry boot-string put your candy teeth in
Giving out the sweethearts hang up hang up hang up
Go on girls solo
Go on girls take a chance
Go on girls trust it
Go on girls the truth is

So low
Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder
Get ahead get laid get it over
Cheap show back seat martyr's pose you're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses buying best defences
Putting on the trousers hang up hang up hang up
Go on girls solo

Go on girls take a chance

Go on girls trust it

Go on girls the truth is

So so 

Single

So low

The truth is
You want the day to fit to a soundtrack
Get a story get a life and get back
You've got nothing to shout about
You're over and out
I'm checking out of my senses buying best defences
Fired up on free-will hang up hang up hang up
Go on girls solo
Go on girls take a chance
Go on girls trust it
Go on girls the truth is
So so

Single

So low

The truth is

So so

Single

So low

The truth is

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'Six Underground'

Take me down
Six Underground
The ground beneath your feet
Laid out low
Nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I've got a head full of drought down here
So far off I'm losing out round here
Overground watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace

Calm me down
Bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see
Like nothing else
In me you're better than I wanna be
Don't think cause I understand I care
Don't think cause I'm talking we're friends
Overground watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace

Don't think cause I understand I care

Don't tink cause I'm talking we're friends

Overground watch this space

I'm open to falling from grace
Talk me down
Safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out
Scream and shout
Swear my time's never cheap
I fake my life like I've lived too much
I take whatever you're given not enough
Overground watch this space
I'm open to falling from grace

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'Becoming X'

You can keep breathing
I only fall when you are near me
Incomplete
I only talk when you can hear me
Keep dreaming
Can't wake up until I'm sleeping
Lost on me

Close to something I'd never be
Close to something I'd never be

If I just stay here
Close my eyes can you still see me
Obsolete
Very nearly something to see
See me
I can't wake up for sleeping
Incomplete
Very nearly something to be
Still see me
There's a punishment needed
Obsolete
Very nearly something to be

Very nearly something to be
You can keep trying
Drown in sleep to be flying
See for miles
Something that I wanted to be
I can't wake this dream
Prototype ends up has been
Incomplete
The consequence of something to be

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'Spin Spin Sugar'

I'm everyone I feel used
I'm everyone I need you
I'm everyone hang your label on me
I'm everyone paint it black and white and easy
I want perfection I'm real need
I've seen attention see through me
I'm everyone sticks in me
I'm everyone sticks with me
Call on me
Spin Spin Sugar
Crawl on me
Spin Spin Sugar
Stinks on me
Spin Spin Sugar
Twists for me
Spin Spin Sugar

I've seen attention see through me
I want perfection I'm real need
I'm everyone sticks in me
I'm everyone sticks with me

Call on me

Spin Spin Sugar

Crawl on me

Spin Spin Sugar

Stinks on me

Spin Spin Sugar

Twists for me

Spin Spin Sugar

 

'Post-Modern Sleaze'

She looks ahead
She paints her toe nails red
She's wet and wild
A typical 90's child
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a Post-Modern Sleaze
Unscrew the wine
She'll throw a party line
Stories extreme
She's such a drama queen
Cries through the night
She choked on Marlboro Lites
Pure charm and grace
She hates her pretty face
She makes every move they make
She takes everything they take
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a Post-Modern Sleaze

Straw spun from gold
She craves a tortured soul
All doom and gloom
She plays an open wound
She takes every scene they steal
She fakes every pain they feel
She must be a Thelma or Louise
She must be a post-modern tease

 

'Waterbaby'

Your heart is served cold
Your sights are set in perfect stone
And when you go you go alone
And when you stand you're on your own
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home
We're nothing like friends
You have no time to lend
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again
Random laid plans
40 days of one night stands
And when you go you go alone
You walk the cross you made your own
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

The streets from I wash

The streets from I wash

The streets from I wash

The streets from I wash

The streets from I wash

The streets from I wash

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'Roll On'

Roll On these doors are open
Roll off you can come next time
I'm in love with your confusion on your knees
When you're breathing through your elbows
Down on me down on me

Down
Roll On roll off
Roll On roll off
Don't take that wrong
Don't take that wrong
Roll up the doors are open
Load up come next time
Don't try to hurry me along
Just walk ahead a little gone
A little gone

Gone
Roll On roll off
Roll On roll off
Don't take that wrong
Roll On going down on me
Roll off make it easy on me
You can't think you're someone special
On your knees
We're throwing punches underwater
Sink with me sink with me

Sink
Roll On, roll off

Roll On, roll off

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

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'Wasted Early Sunday Morning'

You're not the sun
It's just a light
Waking on a Sunday morning
You're not the church
It's just the bells
Ringing sweetly through the house
And if this sense of mind
You got an answer
And I am not this rare
You're still in reach
I please myself
Wasting early Sunday morning
You're not my lead
You're just my help
Talk the edge of sheer denial
And in this state of mind
You're what I want
Nothing close to what I need
I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in
Suit yourself
Lose myself
Breaking early Sunday morning
You're not the sun
You're not my church
I still hold some self control
But in this sense of mind
I'm still too high
Look no hands
I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

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'Walking Zero'

Sacrifice my vanity
Kick off my heels
A careless weight on your hatred
Understand it's so simple
A simple please
To keep the faithful on a wounded knee
To the madness I do confess
I never see myself as blessed
Confused unaddressed
Like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom more or less
Unused obsessed

My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose
It's not mine to contemplate If I can lose
With this blood on my shoes
Compromise in full extreme
Cut off my heels
Name a price on what's sacred
Guaranteed I've got something
A royal disease
Take a flood to clean these streets
To the madness I do confess
Forever see myself as blessed

Immune obsessed
Like a saviour I do caress
The truth is boredom it's excess
Take more give less
My time is only given up to you
Too much to choose
It's not mine to contemplate if I can lose
With this blood on my shoes

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'How Do'

Hey ho who is this
No one but me my dear
Please come say How Do
The things I'll give to you
A stroke as gentle as a feather
Hey ho I am here
Am I not young and fair

Please come say How Do
The things I'll show to you
Would you have a wondrous sight
The midday sun at midnight
Fair maid
White and red
Comb you smooth and stroke your head

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Some Verses Differ Than What They State In The Lyric Booklet, I Have Attempted To Correct These Errors As Best As Possible.

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