THE WILDHEARTS LYRICS

1. Greeting from Shitsville

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

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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

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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

2. TV Tan

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

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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

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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...

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3. Everlone

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

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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

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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...

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4. Shame On Me

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

5. Caffeine Bomb

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

6. Loveshit

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

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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

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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

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7. Miles Away Girl

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

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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

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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

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8. My Baby Is A Headfuck

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

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'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

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'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

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'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]

9. Suckerpunch

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

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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

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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

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she got me... woah, she got me
she got me... with a suckerpunch

10. News Of The World

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

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'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

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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

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the news of the world [x4]

11. Drinking About Life

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?

12. Love U Til I Don't

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

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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

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now honey please (now honey please) [x8]







THE WILDHEARTS LYRICS