shit! I'm Julia Indelicate Aren't I pretty and elegant? Look at me, sucking a gun on my knees. Look at the way I'm caressing the keys. I'm Julia Indelicate
Hey girls, let?s see if we can bring out the rapists in the new men Hey girls, it?s the comfort of the only halfway human The power bought for the clawing
England is mine But I don't want it. England is mine, it's mine But you can have it 'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s Without the Vietnam War And
You?re howling, abyss-eyed and broken You?re perverted, ungracefully drunk But there?s nobody left in the West these days Wronged enough to be a punk
My heroine is on heroin But not bad heroin, the good heroin That rockstars take And that heals the ache Of the pain she's in She's not dirty; she's past
If Jeff Buckley had lived And his voice still was heard On the weak second album And difficult third Then the critics, who broke him, He couldn't forgive
You can dissect a heart And you can dissect a dove But you would never discern A single speck of peace or love I wasn?t built for this world I don?t value
In a compact on the edge of town Security to keep the outside out You and your friends discussing how It seems rebellious to vote Conservative now Your
This is what we want, we want to be made You're manufacture for our decade Saying worldly and clever and honest we are We'll prove it with reference to
But for the cum in your hair, The cocaine on your teeth You'd be just like the girls That I kissed on the heath Your mother left and you're all alone
You and I, we're the same as each other Can't stand to think we're the same as each other So come over to mine and we'll drink some beer Get on a bus
You got sweethearts, you got pressures You?ve got starlight, and pretty wishes You got sisters who sing on the radio And vessels to possess on the radio
I breached the borders of your home And everything looked as it should have done Candle flame flickers and books unread Round the crystal kept on an unmade
We sold our love For our art I broke your will So I broke your heart The chill wind blows the fliers past The stage door where we stand So much for you
Let's go to town and switch the magazines Drink milkshakes until we're sick Oh, oh, it'll be so funny Oh, oh, it'll be so funny Drop ace drum and bass
The country I was born in it has honeysuckle air The scented breeze caressed girls with hay-bale yellow hair The satisfied and misty eyed make sport and
I told you so There's gonna be a war I told you so There's gonna be a big war And I just can't get the big smile off my face I told you so We're heading
I'm in love with the boy next door He treats me like a filthy whore I give him everything he wants For nothing in return We drive out to the hills and