LYRIC SECTION

DANCE

SLOWCAR TO CHINA

She`ll take a slowcar to china
She`ll pay the rent for the use of you
She`ll take a slowcar to china
She`ll pay the rent for the use of you tonight

We are not afraid to love, but no new ideas
You almost get used to things you know
The mechanics on the phone again, we break down
The others you`d remember, if I could spare the time

In love with this elegant bitch
And here am I just a shy young fool
In love with this elegant bitch
She only sparkles at times for you tonight

She forgets that we know, she fogets who we are

I suppose the things I overheard were quite by chance
The only story I ever knew or cared for
Best left unheard I suppose don`t you?
you look for somewhere else to start to look

We`ll take a slowcar to china
Everything that you need is here
We`ll take a slowcar to china
Everything that you need is here tonight

I forgot not to call, and now we`re out of love

She`ll take a slowcar to china
A little green worm inside my head
She`ll take a slowcar to china
A little green worm inside my head tonight

Just pretend it`s for real, you will pay as before
Just pretend it was me, You will pay Mr Jones

There`s nothing here to keep us alive, but 'Dance'
All that she can say is goodbye, All things change I suppose
We`ll sing without voice, without heart and leave no address
I will never see you again. I know

Don`t take a slowcar to china
She needed nothing and no-one so
Don`t take a slowcar to china
she needed nothing and no-one here tonight

You will pay as before, Always one step behind
You will pay Mr Jones, Always one step away

There`s no-one here to leave us behind
There`s no-one here to leave us behind
There`s no-one here to leave us behind
There`s no-one here to leave us behind but me
NIGHT TALK

Boys watch from widows tonight
I`m not surprised to see you waiting here
You keep them in business just supplying you
Get in the car I`ve something to say

Stay in bed why waste my time
Open your eyes but only if you can
Office in a side street is no place for you
Night talk and romance like beat the clock

Boys like me aren`t suppose to cry
But it`s so easy to do
Boys like me aren`t suppose to cry
But but just look at you
Nght talk

Take thigs slow you can crack
Like your face I don`t understand
How you smile and pretend it`s fun
Do you laugh when the rats come round to play

Boys like me aren`t suppose to cry
But it`s so easy to do
Boys like me aren`t suppose to cry
But just look at you
Night talk
A SUBEWAY CALLED 'YOU'

Here we are
We drift like gas
On some-one elses bed
I pay high you know

Here we are
How old are you
It`s just a job to me

Here tha ladies always ring twice
Thought you`d slip away tonight with me
In a subway I called you Hello you, No more this talk of
'My boys will be yours'

No more I
This conversation drains
My patience dry

Here the business always ring twice
No orelaxing for the boys tonight
In a subway I called you Here the tension always shows twice
Shed one tear it`s just routine for now
In a subway I called you
CRY, THE CLOCK SAID

Why cry now
It`s over
Feelings change

How are you
How am I
Cry the clock said

I know little of romance
And these little tract houses
I know even less of you
And if you should ever think of me
Maybe as a game you lost
Well some-one I know lost
this whole damn world
No more this talk of they`re out to get me
Just this side out of Sydney and I can never go back

How could I be surprised
How could I even believe
Cry, the clock said

I`ll forget who you are
I`ll forget one of these days
Cry, the clock said
SHE`S GOT CLAWS

You are distraction
Like pictures on the wall
I don`t like eyes
You are attraction
It gets to be routine
You`re up I`m down

She`s got claws
She`s got claws
She`s got claws
But the factory knows
We`re dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

You say you love me
Maybe you do
A patience I can`t steal
I don`t believe you
You said 'straight'
It`s like giving up hope

Here on the ground
On the floor
Screaming nothing at all
Here on the ground
Like some whore
looking down at you all
Too much advice, I`m not sure

Laughing hyena`s
With pens for charm
You`ll suck in the boys
We have to leave soon
Shudder 'the door'
This house is far too cool

She`s got claws
She`s got claws
She`s got claws
But the factory knows
We`re dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

Ok
CRASH BOYS LIKE ME STORIES MY BROTHERS TIME YOU ARE, YOU ARE
MORAL STORMTROOPER IN DRAG I SING RAIN EXHIBITION FACE TO FACE
LOVE NEEDS NO DISGUIE

 

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