Nancy Boy
Narcoleptic
No Other God (Brian Molko Ft Kristeen Young)
Alcoholic kind of mood
lose my clothes, lose my lube
cruising for a piece of fun
looking out for number one
different partner every night
so narcotic outta sight
what a gas, what a beautiful ass.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Kind of buzz that lasts for days
had some help from insect ways
comes across all shy and coy
just another nancy boy.
Woman man or modern monkey
just another happy junkie
fifty pounds, press my button
going down.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Does his makeup in his room
douse himself with cheap perfume
eyeholes in a paper bag
greatest lay I ever had
kind of guy who mates for life
gotta help him find a wife
we're a couple, when our bodies double.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the role reversal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
And it all breaks down at the first rehearsal,
got the muse in my head she's universal,
spinnin' me round she's coming over me.
Slip and stumble at my first offences
It's not treason, it's no lie
You talk in paragraphs
I write my sentence
It's not treason, it's no lie
It seemed a place for us to dream x2
Crush and crumble under your defenses
It's not treason, it's no lie
You frame the photograph
I sit on fences
Change of season, love can die
It seemed a place for us to dream x4
If we tear out the tumor
It's later, never sooner
If we tear out the tumor
It's later, never sooner
It seemed a place for us to dream x2
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up
Wake up x3
It seemed a place for us to dream x2
You'd better keep it in check
Or you'll end up a wreck
And you'll never wake up x4
Wake up
No Other God (Brian Molko Ft Kristeen Young)
I saw your mom the other day.
She says you're wrong in every way.
Her little words sick like the flu.
I see the things they do to you.She better cut it out.
You better cut her out.
You better cut her off.
You'll have no other god before me.I saw you with your friends last night, shooting shit by Bud's early Light.
You've got so much life inside you.
but they drag you down 'til you can't move.They better cut it out.
You better cut them out.
You better cut them off.
You'll have no other god before me.All you need, all you need, all you need is me.
Lucky you, lucky you, lucky you.
You found me.
Whadja do? Whadja see? Whadja feel before me?
And my love is so, oh, oh, you'll wanna kill your friends.I've seen you labour for your dreams.
Then, comatose when they're unseen.
And sometimes God is silent, too.
but God can't fill you like I do.He better cut it out.
You better cut Him out.
You better cut Him off.
You'll have no other God before me.
You'll have no other God before me.
You'll have no other God before me.