The Legendary Pink Dots - Waiting For The Call - You ‘N' Me lyrics
[The Legendary Pink Dots - Waiting For The Call - You ‘N' Me lyrics]
Shuffling through the ciggy packs
The broken bottles
Plastic bags sprinkling crumbs in corners
For the vermin there's a
Feast in the old rat-hole
Tonight little lady fair
And rats from miles around will
Come to fight for
Their rat's full share it's a pity that the
Party will be ruined by a guest armed with
A spray spraying murder playing
Plagues it's early
I should be in bed they're bombing
Brixton in my head but still I
Slink in silence to the
Station a busker in the subway
Hums a tune apathetically, while showing
Me the windows in his shoes
For some sympathy the sun
Turned to a nova as he stroked his beard
Swiveled dim blue eyes gave him
Nothing he sold me knives you and me alone
Together, you in suede
Me in leather laughing on
Our island blowing bubbles
At the world free from
Business complications, sleeping pills
Bitching
Nations, hemorrhoids and constipation what
A thrill! Heaven indeed
Sad I'm only dreaming it's
Time that I accepted things the way
They really are you, me
Me, you supporting cast of thousands
Squash into a chute
We're sending maydays out for air if
You smashed the other cheek I wouldn't feel
It stand on me, stamp on me
Stamp out my existence i've got this dread
Disease, you'd better throw me out of
Town don't you recognize the
Eyes of a loser? String me up, cut me down
Bury me in concrete
Don't waste a slab of marble on
An alien like me it
Might make it that much harder
To forget me you, me, alone
Together, us in leather, lovely leather the
Whole world, dressed in leather
Depressed in leather, shiny leather what
A dream it suit's me, does that
Suit you? Old man tried to
Make a dash he's blind
He just ran out of cash inspector smirked
And smashed him in the ribcage
Told him "Wait, you're not going anywhere
You're in custody i'm bored, got
A headache, couldn't care about your
Poverty how old you are
How poor you are - don't matter
Everybody's gotta pay pay the money
Pay the man" Deities
In uniform spout up from
Unseen barriers fingers
Tapping "Chopsticks" on their holsters it's
Your time or your money, perhaps
Your shirt, little lady fair slip
A hand inside your coat
You're a cert for intensive care for your
Local laughing policeman's only happy when
You're writhing in a heap learned our
Lessons we keep in line
The broken bottles
Plastic bags sprinkling crumbs in corners
For the vermin there's a
Feast in the old rat-hole
Tonight little lady fair
And rats from miles around will
Come to fight for
Their rat's full share it's a pity that the
Party will be ruined by a guest armed with
A spray spraying murder playing
Plagues it's early
I should be in bed they're bombing
Brixton in my head but still I
Slink in silence to the
Station a busker in the subway
Hums a tune apathetically, while showing
Me the windows in his shoes
For some sympathy the sun
Turned to a nova as he stroked his beard
Swiveled dim blue eyes gave him
Nothing he sold me knives you and me alone
Together, you in suede
Me in leather laughing on
Our island blowing bubbles
At the world free from
Business complications, sleeping pills
Bitching
Nations, hemorrhoids and constipation what
A thrill! Heaven indeed
Sad I'm only dreaming it's
Time that I accepted things the way
They really are you, me
Me, you supporting cast of thousands
Squash into a chute
We're sending maydays out for air if
You smashed the other cheek I wouldn't feel
It stand on me, stamp on me
Stamp out my existence i've got this dread
Disease, you'd better throw me out of
Town don't you recognize the
Eyes of a loser? String me up, cut me down
Bury me in concrete
Don't waste a slab of marble on
An alien like me it
Might make it that much harder
To forget me you, me, alone
Together, us in leather, lovely leather the
Whole world, dressed in leather
Depressed in leather, shiny leather what
A dream it suit's me, does that
Suit you? Old man tried to
Make a dash he's blind
He just ran out of cash inspector smirked
And smashed him in the ribcage
Told him "Wait, you're not going anywhere
You're in custody i'm bored, got
A headache, couldn't care about your
Poverty how old you are
How poor you are - don't matter
Everybody's gotta pay pay the money
Pay the man" Deities
In uniform spout up from
Unseen barriers fingers
Tapping "Chopsticks" on their holsters it's
Your time or your money, perhaps
Your shirt, little lady fair slip
A hand inside your coat
You're a cert for intensive care for your
Local laughing policeman's only happy when
You're writhing in a heap learned our
Lessons we keep in line