The Libertines - Lust of the Libertines lyrics
The Libertines: Carl Barât & Pete Doherty [London, UK.]
[The Libertines - Lust of the Libertines lyrics]
Lust of the libertines is really quite tame
While it rages, quiet night here beside you
And your lust for fame
Well fame is such a sinister game, I know
It could all end this way then
And some things won't be the same
Are just a phase and a name on a page
But, I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll sleep right through that age
'Cause, I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Or just so long as you
You don't forget to oh oh oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti, of all the things
I just couldn't say
Or shove me up the wall oh my darling
It was a kind of loving
But, you've left me in the family way again
The dust on my tambourine
Really can be explained
I need to shake it more often
I need to shake away the blame
Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know
The taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble offstage
Forget-me nots bloom on this day then
But they whither with age
Oh, I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes the holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted my tears are painted
Just so long as you
You don't forget to oh oh oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti, of all the things
I just couldn't say
Oh, won't you shove me up the wall?
Oh, you poor cow it was a kind of loving
Now you've left me in the family way again
While it rages, quiet night here beside you
And your lust for fame
Well fame is such a sinister game, I know
It could all end this way then
And some things won't be the same
Are just a phase and a name on a page
But, I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll be soundly sleeping
I'll sleep right through that age
'Cause, I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes
And the holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted
All my tears are painted
Or just so long as you
You don't forget to oh oh oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti, of all the things
I just couldn't say
Or shove me up the wall oh my darling
It was a kind of loving
But, you've left me in the family way again
The dust on my tambourine
Really can be explained
I need to shake it more often
I need to shake away the blame
Oh well, fame is such a sinister game, I know
The taste of goulash in your mouth
As you stumble offstage
Forget-me nots bloom on this day then
But they whither with age
Oh, I can deal with all
The blood on my shoes the holes in my soul
My spirit is tainted my tears are painted
Just so long as you
You don't forget to oh oh oh
Cut me on the wall
By the graffiti, of all the things
I just couldn't say
Oh, won't you shove me up the wall?
Oh, you poor cow it was a kind of loving
Now you've left me in the family way again