BRITPOP - ALBUM CREDITS & LYRICS
BRITPOP - Album Credits
- Rocket (feat. Tony Iommi)
- Spies
- Pretty Face
- Bite Your Tongue
- Cocky
- All My Life
- Human (feat. Jesse & Joy)
- Morrissey
- You
- It’s OK Until The Drugs Stop Working
- Pocket Rocket
1. Rocket (feat. Tony Iommi)
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Tom Longworth, Tony Iommi
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, Copyright Control, BMG Rights Management (UK) Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Karl Brazil, Glenn Hughes and Tom Longworth
Guitar Solo: Tony Iommi
Guitars, Bass: Tom Longworth
Synths: Owen Parker
Programming: Sam Miller
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Produced by Karl Brazil, Tom Longworth and Sam Miller.
Mixed by George Murphy.
Tony Iommi guitar recorded by Mike Exeter.
Recorded by Sam Miller, George Murphy and Tom Longworth.
Recorded at Fish Factory Studios, London. Eastcote Studios, London. LYL Studios, Birmingham.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
2. Spies
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker, Martin Terefe
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control., AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd., Key Red Ltd.(BMI)
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitars and Bass: Owen Parker
Programming: Sam Miller and Owen Parker
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Strings: The Love Sponge Strings
Violin: David Davidson
Violin: David Angell
Viola: Kristin Wilkinson
Cello: Carole Rabinowit
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker, Sam Miller
Mixed by Martin Terefe & Oskar Winberg
Recorded by George Murphy, Owen Parker
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin
Strings arranged by David Davidson
Strings recorded at Little Big Studio, Bellevue, TN, USA by Taylor Pollard.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
3. Pretty Face
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker, Tom Longworth, David Paul Taylor
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd., Copyright Control, Copyright Control.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Karl Brazil, Tom Longworth, Gary Nuttall, Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitar: Tom Longworth, Gary Nuttall and Owen Parker
Bass: Jerry Meehan
Programming: Owen Parker
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Produced by Karl Brazil, Tom Longworth, Owen Parker
Mixed by George Murphy, Karl Brazil
Recorded by George Murphy, Owen Parker.
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
4. Bite Your Tongue
Written by Robert Williams, Jason Bell, Ashley Hamilton
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Egg Songs Publishing (ASCAP), administered by Spirit Music Group., Ashley Hamilton Music.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Gary Nuttall, Owen Parker and Oskar Winberg
Guitar solo: Owen Parker
Guitars: Martin Terefe and Owen Parker
Bass: Martin Terefe
Keyboards: Nikolaj Torp Larsen, Owen Parker and Oskar Winberg
Programming: Oskar Winberg
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil
Mixed by Martin Terefe, Oskar Winberg
Recorded by George Murphy, Oskar Winberg.
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, The Pool House, LA.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
5. Cocky
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Gaz Coombes, Owen Parker
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Gaz Coombes, Owen Parker
Guitars: Gaz Coombes and Owen Parker
Bass and Piano: Martin Terefe
Synths and programming: Claes Björklund
Drums: Karl Brazil
Percussion: Karl Brazil, Gaz Coombes and Garo Nahoulakian
Kazoo: Nick Fowler
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil
Mixed by Gaz Coombes
Recorded by Gaz Coombes, Niclas Lindstrom, George Murphy, Oskar Winberg
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin, The Cabin, Oxford; Atlantis Studios, Stockholm.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
6. All My Life
Written by Robert Williams, Freddy Wexler, Elliah Heifetz
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Wexler Music Group, administered by Sony Music Publishing Ltd., The Brain Publishing LLC., administered by Songs of Kobalt Music Publishing.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Karl Brazil, Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitar: Owen Parker and Nikola Stajic
Bass and Programming: Owen Parker
Synths: Sam Miller and Owen Parker
Drums: Karl Brazil
Percussion: Karl Brazil and Sam Miller
Produced by Karl Brazil, Owen Parker, Freddy Wexler
Mixed by Sam Miller
Recorded by Dan Glashauser, Oli Jacobs, Sam Miller, Freddy Wexler
Recorded at The Freddy Wexler Company, LA, The Pool, London
String Arrangement by Owen Parker
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
7. Human (feat. Jesse & Joy)
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Featured Vocals: Joy Huerta
Backing Vocals: Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitars: Jesse Huerta, Chris Martin and Owen Parker
Bass: Owen Parker
Keyboards and Synths: Chris Martin and Owen Parker
Programming: Martin Terefe
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Glockenspiel: Austin Brown
Strings: The Love Sponge Strings
Violin: David Davidson
Violin: David Angell
Viola: Kristin Wilkinson
Cello: Cremaine Booker
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker.
Mixed by Martin Terefe & Oskar Winberg
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, Kensaltown East Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin, The Pool House, LA.
Recorded by Owen Parker, George Murphy, Bill Rahko, Oskar Winberg
Strings arranged by David Davidson
Strings recorded by Taylor Pollard at Wildwood Studio. Franklin, TN. Assisted by Tanner Lindsay.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
Jesse and Joy appear courtesy of Warner Music Latina.
8. Morrissey
Written by Robert Williams, Gary Barlow
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Sony Music Publishing UK Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Gary Barlow, Karl Brazil, Gary Nuttall, Sara-Jane Skeete, Martin Terefe and Oskar Winberg.
Guitars: Gary Nuttall
Keyboards and Programming: Claes Björklund and Oskar Winberg
Vocoder: Martin Terefe
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil
Mixed by Martin Terefe, Oskar Winberg
Recorded by: Claes Björklund, George Murphy, Oskar Winberg.
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London; Stockholm, The Pool House, LA; To Whom It May Concern Studio, Stockholm
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
9. You
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Karl Brazil, Emily Parker, Owen Parker and Martin Tefere
Guitars: Owen Parker
Bass: Owen Parker and Martin Terefe
Programming: Owen Parker and Oskar Winberg
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil
Mixed by Martin Terefe, Oskar Winberg
Recorded by Sam Miller, Owen Parker, Oskar Winberg
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, The Pool House, LA, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
10. It’s OK Until The Drugs Stop Working
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker
Published by Farrell Music Ltd., Copyright Control, AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Karl Brazil, Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitars, Bass, Keyboards and programming: Owen Parker
Drums and Percussion: Karl Brazil
Orchestra: Vienna Symphony Orchestra
Produced by Karl Brazil, Owen Parker
Mixed by George Murphy, Martin Terefe
Recorded by George Murphy, Owen Parker
Arrangement by Steve Sidwell, Owen Parker
Conducted by Steve Sidwell
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin.
Vienna Synchron Orchestra recorded at: Vienna Synchron Stage
Music Preparation by Richard Sidwell
Scoring Engineer: Martin Weismayr
ProTools Operator: Florian Spies
Contractor: Marton Barka
Technical Manager: Cameron Masters
Stage Monitor Mixer: Roland Tscherne
Librarian: Sugi Shin
Project Coordinator: Astrid Hoeger
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
11. Pocket Rocket
Written by Robert Williams, Karl Brazil, Tom Longworth, Owen Parker
Published by Farrell Music Ltd, Copyright Control, Copyright Control, AMLOR Music Publishing Ltd.
Lead Vocals: Robbie Williams
Backing Vocals: Emily Parker and Owen Parker
Guitars, Bass, Keyboards and programming: Owen Parker
Piano: Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Strings: The Love Sponge Strings
Violin: David Davidson
Violin: David Angell
Viola: Kristin Wilkinson
Cello: Cremaine Booker
Produced by Martin Terefe, Karl Brazil, Owen Parker
Mixed by Martin Terefe, Oskar Winberg
Recorded by Oskar Winberg, Owen Parker
Recorded at Eastcote Studios, London, Green Nova Studios, Hitchin.
Strings arranged by David Davidson
Strings recorded by Taylor Pollard at Wildwood Studio. Franklin, TN. Assisted by Tanner Lindsay.
Mastered by Matt Colton for Metropolis Studios
Mixed for Dolby Atmos by Stan Kybert for Music Immersive
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Vienna Synchron Orchestra
Strings
Violin I
Marina Dimitrova (concertmaster)
Willem Barboritsch
I-Ping Cheng
Djanay Tulenova
Jevgenijs Cepoveckis
Magdalena Wieckowska
Marian Svetlik
Lukas Medlam
Alessandro Malizia
Maria Prem
Katarzyna Pernach
Anastasia Burak
Violin II
Katarina Veselska
Rainer Sulzgruber
Alison Lie
Johanna Chauta
Milica Pajdic
Miao-Yu Hung
Plamena Ivanova
Amora De Swardt
Firangiz Abdullayeva
Zhuldys Kussainova
Viola
Nikita Gerkusov
Aliona Komarovskaia
Taha Abedian
Mihoko Ikezawa
Anna Firsanova
Giorgia Veneziano
Aniko Biro
Angelica Cruz
Cello
Elisaveta Sharakhovskaya
Gergely Kolozsvari
Michael Jurecka
Michael Dukhnych
Anzel Gerber
Oliver Mohacsi
Bass
Laszlo MagyarFranz König
Robert Mako
Kristof Sziman
Brass
French Horns
Mate Börzsönyi
Andrej Kasijan
Jan Smutny
Daniel Palkövi
Nevena Grbic
Trumpet
Marc Osterer
Marc Cardwell-Hood
Andreas Meissl
Trombone
Matthew Herrmann
Matthias Reindl
Jure Medvesek
Bernhard Ploss
Tuba
Bence Toth
Creative Concept, Art Direction and Design by Hingston Studio.
Photography by Julian Broad
Production Design by Andrew Tomlinson
Original Painting By Kate Oleska
Based on original photograph by Mick Hutson.
A&R: Chris Briggs
Management: ie:music ltd
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BRITPOP LYRICS
Rocket
And I hurt but it’s worth it, I guess I deserve it
I secretly love it I can’t stop getting off
and it burns
and it burns
and it burns
and it burns
And you die or you learn
Are you just wasting your turn
And I came and I maim, but I don’t explain
It’s the fame, it’s a shame, it’s the name of the game
and it works
and it works
and it works
and it works
’til it don’t, then it hurts
And it just keeps getting worse
I just wanna be your rocket
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya do with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket
If you’re coming for me, better come for the head
Who knows when it’s over, we’ll see when you’re dead
First I get off my face, then I take off my clothes
I can leave you with nothing, like only God knows
I just wanna be your rocket
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya do with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket
I’m a disgrace, and I do deserve it
But look at your face, nobody’s perfect
What a waste, what a waste, and I’m proper worthless
I get it all out when I’m feeling nervous
I just wanna be your rocket
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rocket
I just wanna be your rocket
Be, be, be a rocket
Be, be, be a rocket
Be, be, be a rocket
Be, be, be a rocket
Spies
Vacuous beauty in your boutique
Nothing subtle nothing cheap
I went to sleep and paid the priests to keep watch over me
I paid the freaks
To breathe life into me
We used to stay up all night
Thinking we were all spies
Praying that tomorrow won’t come
Shut your mouth and fight it
Take it out and light it
Throw it at the wall to come
The wall to come down
A kick in the teeth in a dead-end street and left me there to bleed
So don’t compare cos I don’t care for your insecurities
You come alive when you see the angels breathing ashes
We used to stay up all night
Thinking we were all spies
Praying that tomorrow won’t come
Shut your mouth and fight it
Take it out and light it
Throw it at the wall to come
The wall to come down
Running off your face all over town
Your only mistake was coming down
We used to stay up all night
Thinking we were all spies
Praying that tomorrow won’t come
Shut your mouth and fight it
Take it out and light it
Throw it at the wall to come
The wall to come down
Pretty Face
Here we go, here we go, here I go with you
What I know, I don't know, but I’d die for you
Pretty smile, pretty eyes, big energy
Pretty sure that I know you’d die for me
You’re the reason why, I’m the man I am today
You’re the reason why, I see myself this way
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty face
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
Such a pretty face
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
Here we are, here we are, and here we’ll stay
I’m with you, you’re with me ’til judgement day
I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love with you, you
You’re the reason why, I’m the man I am today
You’re the reason why, I see myself this way
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
Such a pretty face
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
Such a pretty face
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
I for one agree, you’re the best I’ve seen
I’ll give you everything, and what’s left of me
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
Such a pretty face, she’s got it
Such a pretty face
She’s everything I love about, everything I love about this world
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello.
You know I’ll always be, looking at you Queen
But the biggest prize, is what’s behind those eyes
Bite Your Tongue
I accept your cookies I’m accepting them all
And that second hand smoke from kissing Lauran Bacall
I accept your politicians I accept your tax
I’ve accepted everything, man, I’m fucking relaxed
I don’t condone bad things I condone what’s nice
And if it’s really, really, good then I’m condoning it twice
And if it’s really, really, good they let me pick up a mic
And if I’m really, really, good they let me sing what I like
And it’s a lie that you like
You’re singing lies that you like
You got to bite your tongue
Stop!
Wham bam, ain’t it a scam
Afghanistan and Vietnam
I accept your battery tactics
Plasticine and plastics
Up north was raised on the bong-oh oh.
Violence and kisses and cuddles
Mixed with some second-hand sadness
Embrace the Madness
I accept your limitations, I accept your pretence
And I accept it all completely though it makes no sense
And I accept that I’ve accepted something I don’t like
You’ve accepted that I’m lying but it’s a lie that you like
I dig the lies that you like
It’s a lie that you like
Must bite your tongue
Stop!
Wham bam, ain’t it a scam
Afghanistan and Vietnam
I accept your battery tactics
Plasticine and plastics
Up north was raised on the bong-oh oh.
Violence and kisses and cuddles
Mixed with some second-hand sadness
Embrace the Madness
Wham bam, ain’t it a scam
Duran Duran and Sirhan Sirhan
I accept your battery tactics
Plasticine and plastics
Up north was raised on the bong-oh oh
Violence and kisses and cuddles
Mixed with some second-hand sadness
Embrace the Madness
Cocky
You’re undefined, completely blind
You’re never been told but you don’t own your own style
I’m wide awake, I’m making plans
I’ll come and hit you with a list of demands
You get to talk to Jesus
When I get to talk to God
You get to talk to Jesus, baby
I get to talk to God
They try to test you, set your feet on fire
They know I’m money so it don’t feel fair
I’d go with you but then we’ll both be fake
You know I love you but I made a mistake
And I will, will, get what I want
I enjoy, joy, knowing you can’t
And it’s do, do, doing you harm
Yeah you stop me, I’m still cocky
Well, oh yeah!
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
It’s alright
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
It’s OK
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Try and stop me
I’m still cocky
Well alright!
I disappear, without a trace
When I’m the reason you got high in the first place
I wear you down, I fuck you up
(I know it’s cold) but I’m here having fun
You get to talk to Jesus
When I get to talk to God
You get to talk to Jesus, baby
When I get to talk to God
When I get to talk to God
I came from nothing, nothing's all I have
I seen too much now I don’t want it back
I made you wanna tell your mum and dad
That I’m the greatest lay you ever had
And I will, will, get what I want
I enjoy, joy, knowing you can’t
And it’s do, do, doing you harm
Yeah you stop me, I’m still cocky
Well oh yeah!
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
It’s alright
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
It’s OK
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Try and stop me
I’m still cocky
Well alright!
All My Life
A wise man one said use your delusions
I’d like to point out that man was me
My life is based on a true story
One of dreams, chaos and audacity
So go ahead and stage an intervention
Try to put me in a place I don’t belong
You tell me I’m addicted to the light
And maybe you’re not wrong, but
All my life
I’ve been chasing visions at the edge of my mind
My oh my
If I can’t be who I am then man I’d rather die
And I’m alright
Even if it’s just another beautiful lie
Baby I’ve been crazy all my life
The only thing I’d miss is misbehaviour
I’ve made friends with knowing that I’m strange
Masochistic but I’m always entertaining
And I know I’ll die, but I’ll never leave the stage
So go ahead let’s have an intervention
Try to put me in a place I don’t belong
You tell me I’m addicted to the light
And maybe you’re not wrong, but
All my life
I’ve been chasing visions at the edge of my mind
My oh my
If I can’t be who I am then man, I’d rather die
And I’m alright
Even if it’s just another beautiful lie
Baby I’ve been crazy all my life
I rise like Lions in the night
You need to run but I stay and fight
I am the darkness and the light, the light, the light, the light, the light
All my life
I’ve been chasing visions at the edge of my mind
My oh my
If I can’t be who I am then man, I’d rather die
And I’m alright
Even if it’s just another beautiful lie
Baby I’ve been crazy all my life
Crazy all my life
Human (feat. Jesse & Joy)
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But your words could make me kill myself
This is a letter, from the future, you can ride the change
Protein pills in a dopamine packet
Life preserver in the shape of a jacket
No composition and no bad habits now
Don’t fear the sun just let it shine
All chemicals will feel sublime
None of the strongest will survive
Just make the most of being alive
It must have come as a surprise
We didn’t know it at the time
That we were human and alive
We need clothes and we need food
So there’s a chance that we will be removed
We’ll receive letters, in the future, signed by the divine
Don’t worry not everyone leaves
They’ll need some people to dust down machines
No opposition it’s a fait accompli now
Don’t fear the sun just let it shine
All chemicals will feel sublime
None of the strongest will survive
Just make the most of being alive
It must have come as a surprise
We didn’t know it at the time
That we were human and alive
Hurt people, hurt people
So this is what heaven looks like
Hurt people, hurt people
I like it
Hello? hello?
I like what you’ve done with the place God
Hurt people, hurt people
Grandma?
Hurt people, hurt people
Great finishes
Is that you?
Wonderful lighting
Don’t fear the sun just let it shine
All chemicals will feel sublime
None of the strongest will survive
Just make the most of being alive
It must have come as a surprise
We didn’t know it at the time
That we were human and alive
That we were human and alive
Morrissey
I like the singer
He’s a little eccentric
He did an interview
I think what he meant was
I’m lost I’m lonely I’m hurt I’m abused
I need love baby just like you
I’m isolated deserted and friendless
But the beat goes on, and it feels tremendous
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Is talking to me
Talking to me in code
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Morrissey)
It’s just you and me
And they don’t need to know
Come here let me hold you, let me hold you for the rest of your life
Come here let me hold you, ah ah ah ah-ah
I never said a word and yet you heard me
I’m a little like you but a lot less worthy
Oh, I don’t know, I’m gonna try writing songs
I’ve got so much to say there only 3 minutes long
I’m lost I’m lonely I’m hurt I’m abused
I need love baby just like you
I’ll take to the world like a lover spurned
You’ve had your go now it’s my turn
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Is talking to me
Talking to me in code
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Morrissey)
It’s just you and me
And they don’t need to know
Come here let me hold you, let me hold you for the rest of your life
Come here let me hold you, ah ah ah ah-ah
I’m lost I’m lonely I’m hurt I’m abused
I need love baby just like you
I’ll take to the world like a lover spurned
You’ve had your go now it’s my turn
Come here let me hold you, let me hold you for the rest of your life
Come here let me hold you, ah ah ah ah-ah
Come here let me hold you, let me hold you for the rest of your life
Come here let me hold you, ah ah ah ah-ah
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Seriously)
Is talking to me
Talking to me in code
Morrissey (Morrissey)
Morrissey (Seriously)
It’s just you and me
And they don’t need to know
It’s just you and me
It’s just you and me
You
Millions of creatures all fuzzy as fuck and all
Filled up on fentanyl
Slipping on baby oil
As the chemistry ceases and all the faeces releases
See my nephews and nieces teaching telekinesis
Just seize the day
I got it all on tape
What did you say
I love you
Fade to grey
Feed the flakes
Make Jared Leto out of Lego
You
You’re better than anyone
Much better than everyone
Yeah, you
Cooo, cooler they can’t keep up
Much cooler than any love
It’s you, it’s you
Are people just pixels or are pixels just people
And do we care what we leverage while we’re seeking a nipple
I been reading my lyrics and they keep making me paranoid
I don’t sound very well at all kind of sound like I’m well annoyed
You’re in my way
A wimoweh
Special K
I love you, I love you
You don’t want it anyway
Feed the flakes
Make Jared Leto out of Lego
You
You’re better than anyone
Much better than everyone
Yeah, you
Cooo, cooler than any love
Much cooler than any love
It’s you, it’s you
Don’t, don’t love me over again
You, you and my feelings are friends
I’m easy again, feeding the temptress
You
You’re better than anyone
Much better than everyone
Yeah, you
Cooo, cooler they can’t keep up
Much cooler than any love
It’s you, it’s you
It’s OK Until The Drugs Stop Working
Teenage kicks, with messy kids
A lot of love, and shrugs, a local insurrection
And what it was, is what it is
I have to smile when she offers me protection
It’s all fun until the ashtray’s full
You call the man, but the man won’t come at all
Here comes the fall
And it’s all good until the birds start chirping
The strangers leave, and the drugs stop working
It’s all good until the dawn prevails and what was in the mail
Is at your door again
And you’re alone again
We feel good, but then we should
Because we pay, to feel, to feel like we’re perfection
A cheeky half, a proper laugh, and it goes dark
And I dance with my reflection
It’s all fun until the sun comes up
You call the man but he won’t wake up at all
Sunday morning call
And it’s all good until the birds start chirping
The strangers leave, and the drugs stop working
It’s all good until the dawn prevails and what was in the mail
Is at your door again
The look of lust becomes a beast of burden
You’re paranoid and peeking through the curtains
It’s way too late now to go to bed, you’re in your head
And on your own again
You’re on your own again
Na na na na na..
And it’s all fun until the birds start chirping
(Birds start chirping)
The strangers leave and the drugs stop working
(Drugs stop working)
It’s all good until the dawn prevails and what was in the mail
Is at your door again
The look of lust becomes a beast of burden
(Beast of burden)
You’re paranoid and peeking through the curtain
(Through the curtain)
It’s way too late now to go to bed, you’re in your head
And on your own again
You’re all alone again
Pocket Rocket
And she hurts but it’s worth it, she thinks she deserves it
She secretly loves it, can’t stop getting off
and it burns
and it burns
and it burns
and it burns
And she dies, or you learn
Or she’s just wasting her turn
And I came but she maims, and she don’t explain
It’s the fame, it’s the shame, it’s the name of the game
and it works
and it works
and it works
and it works
Til it don’t, then it hurts
And she just keeps getting worse
I just want you in my pocket
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya do with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rock yeah
Is she a plane or a bird, something more absurd
I can see, is she me, am I Richard the Third
First she takes off her face, then she takes off her clothes
Then she leaves you with nothing, like only God knows
I just want you in my pocket
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya do with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rock yeah
What a time to be alive
What a time to be alive
What d’ya do with your big fat life
Are you gonna let it blow your mind?
I just wanna be your rock yeah
I just wanna be your rock yeah