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No-No-Notorious. Notorious
No-No-Notorious
I can't read about it
burns the skin from your eyes
I'll do fine without it
here's one you don't compromise
Lies come hard in disguise
They need to fight it out - not wild about it
Lay your seedy judgements
who says they're part of our lives?
You own the money, you control the witness
I'll leave you lonely
don't monkey with my business
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons
I heard your promise but I don't believe it
that's why I've done it again
No-No-Notorious
Girls will keep the secrets (uh!)
so long as boys make the noise
Fools run rings to break up
something they'll never destroy
Grand notorious slam-- BAM!
and who really gives a damn
for a flaky bandit?
Don't ask me to bleed about it
I need this blood to survive
You own the money, you control the witness
I'll leave you lonely
don't monkey with my business
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons
I heard your promise but I don't believe it
that's why I've done it again
No No Notorious. Notorious. Notorious
You own the money, you control the witness
I'll leave you lonely, don't monkey with my business
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons
I heard your promise but I don't believe it…
You own the money, you control the witness
I'll leave you lonely
don't monkey with my business
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons
I heard your promise but I don't believe it
that's why I've done it again
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It's a little bit late now
but there is times you will
get a little bit out of hand
making all of a spill
and if we can lay this down
you're going all the way
take a look and I'll check it out
Cuz I can always find it
Such a lonely Place...Ooooh
This room without your face...Ooooh
Ooooooh...American Science
All night long
she can two-step and sway
Ooooooh...it's such poor manners
don't keep me waiting
come lay down beside me
A little megalomania
becomes you evidently
there ain't a thing you can't acquire
with your cling-wrap plaything
just look at this state
I crawl around in a daze
like symptomatic case
of your soul persuasion
Such a lonely Place...Ooooh
It moves me into place...Ooooh
Ooooooh...American Science
All night long
she can two-step and sway
Ooooooh...it's such poor manners
don't keep me waiting
come lay down beside me
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Working on the weekend baby
she's working all through the night
a jump into the deep-end gave her
the evidence she required
Takes five: she's got pearls
don't fake it when it comes to
making money, so... she smiles,
but that's cruel
If you know what she thinks,
if you knew what she was after...
Sometimes she wonders...
and she laughs in her frustration
Would someone please explain
the reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
we must be working for the skin trade
Doctors of the revolution gave us
the medicine we desired
Besides being absolutely painless
it's a question of compromise
They got steel
It's so cool
to get angry at the weekend
and go back to school
So big deal: it's what rules
When it comes to making money
say yes, please, thank you...
Sometimes you wonder
and you ask yourself the question…
Would someone please explain
the reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
we must be working for the skin trade
Would someone please explain
the reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
we must be working for the skin trade
I know the answer
but I'm asking you the question...
Would someone please explain
the reason for this strange behaviour
In exploitation's name
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How does it feel when everyone surrounds you?
how do you deal, do crowds just make you feel lonely?
what do you say when people come and try to pin you down?
Acquaintances smile, but that's no understanding
how, after a while you keep falling off the same mountain
try to explain it, but nothing really gets that high.
Steel away in the morning, love's already history to you
it's a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
just a matter of feeling, these moments of madness sure to pass
and tears will dry as you're leaving, who knows, you might find something to
last
emotion's a game, saved up for a rainy monday
but you laugh just the same, 'cause it's been pouring on sunday
call up your numbers, and never let the zeros bring you down
how does it feel, is time too heavy to hold?
whatever you decide for the moment is holy
whenever you slow down to see life is passing by
Steel away in the morning, love's already history to you
it's a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
just a matter of feeling, these moments of madness sure to pass
and tears will dry as you're leaving, who knows, you might find something to
last
you can...
steel away in the morning, love's already history to you
it's a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
just a matter of feeling, these moments of madness sure to pass
and tears will dry as you're leaving, who knows, you might find something to
last
a matter of feeling
a matter of feeling, when it comes you steel away
a matter of feeling
a matter of feeling, when it comes you steel away
a matter of feeling
a matter of feeling, wetting tears will dry
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(hey.. this time!)
Shall we walk? Shall we run?
through my head
you understand
does the body you conceal
need the touch of someone's hand?
Ashes, violations--
who would they burn for?
In your isolation... why can't you see?
I (what can't you see?)
wonder if the lights out
I (what can't you see?)
wonder if they're listening
Hold me lay your shame away
Show me where your lovers stay
Hold me lay your ghosts away
Show me for yourself
You are lost and alone
but a prisoner of your pride
when the passions you ignore
you can never hide
One of these days
you're going to find out
'Cuz one of these days
you're going to try
And what did I say
to make you wind up
with this spear of guilt inside
I (what can't you see?)
wonder if the lights out
I (what can't you see?)
wonder if they're listening
Hold me lay your shame away
Show me where your lovers stay
Hold me lay your ghosts away
Show me for yourself
Hold me… Show me…
Hold me lay your shame away
Show me where your lovers stay
Hold me lay your ghosts away
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Hey guys turn it up to get sleazy
twist it in a vice
Nobody said it was easy
just use your naked eyes... oh!
How to see and how to hide it
How to save it well...
maybe, maybe, maybe
You can take it and eat it
And chew your life supply… oh!
Where's the real life in your illusion ?
On the dark side your power's in confusion
Do the dance, do the demolition
and lose the chance to hear when you don't listen
Don't you feel edgy? Bite your lips and bleed
Conversation is empty: abandoned in the freeze
Freedom is your condemnation
Free to say: well...
maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe!
You can take it or leave it
Just need a little hit tonight
Where's the real life in your illusion ?
On the dark side of power in confusion
Do the dance, do the demolition
don't lose the chance to hear 'cause you don't listen
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
you can try to believe it
just need a little help tonight!
Where's the real life in your illusion ?
On the dark side of power in confusion
Do the dance, do the demolition
and lose the chance to hear when you don't listen
Where's the real life in your illusion ?
On the dark side of power in confusion
Do the dance, do the demolition
and lose the chance to hear when you don't listen
Hear it when you listen
You don't hear when you listen
Hear it when you listen
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I… So Misled
In the summer of a London life
"Gold" she said
Was a month before I realized
"Sold" instead
Babe, it's such an awful choice
don't break my back
Take it easy now you whipping boy
don't want to feel the crack
Trust my head to say you lose it
now my body's got to use it
I… should not be So Misled
I… should not be So Misled
Saw an advert in a magazine
"Safe" it said
with the satisfaction guaranteed
to cool your head
I can't see the solution
to this state of confusion
I… should not be So Misled
I… should not be So Misled
I… should not be So Misled
I… should not be So Misled
So Misled… So Misled
(Ok, take it away)
do do do do do dooo dooo
la la la la laaa laaa…
in the summer of a London life...
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Miss November Tuesday
bend your rubber rules
take your time but don't take
off your high heel shoes
She's in demand at dinner time (she's in demand)
she's on the factory wall (she's on the factory wall)
and when the gentlemen retire (when the… retire)
guess who's in control?
she blew your money on taking a cruise
if that isn't funny
well, watch out teacher...
Ohh ohh, when the chamber's empty
She said: "Ohh, ohh, «meet el Presidente»"
Dress in flimsy clothing
use your lipstick line
to cover fear and loathing
with a pink disguise
You never refuse when she lies back
put a stripe on the union, and a star on the jack
She's on the case at dinner time (at dinner time)
she's on the evening news (she's on the evening news)
and if you dare step out of line (step out of line)
you're going to be abused
You may not like it
you may not be scared,
but hell has no fury like a
young girl's ego
Ohh ohh, when the chamber's empty
She said: "Ohh, ohh, «meet el Presidente»"
You might adopt an attitude (attitude),
look on the moral side (looking on the moral side)
but if police are after you (after you),
where's the best place to hide?
For this production,
they gave her a gun...
Ain't no director,
so watch out actors!
Ohh ohh, when the chamber's empty
She said: "Ohh, ohh, «meet el Presidente»"
Ohh ohh, when the chamber's empty
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The trade's on
she drains emotion to drink from
the breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen
Crystal in the morning
Birth time rose
a thorn for coronation
All arise from your rest
We will find enough there to feed you
Soon you'll belong to the blest
Spare us your lives while we need you
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music, the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music, the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
And on...
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"Bring back that child" - She said
"Spare me the price of freedom
Cold is my baby's head
blown by the wind of reason"
Even the rage behind
cries out to see
We're still standing
under the closing edge
Pay for the crime of feeling
When all your pride is dead
you must be scared instead...
A quiet word is my Proposition
A promise made of a fierce day
A body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
"Show me my youth" she cried
"Wasted for desolation
Hold up the sacrifice,
pull down your institutions
resting while anger flies
question's the same...
Who's deciding after the clouds have lain
Shame on your generation
When all your guilt lies dead
you must be scared instead…
A quiet word is my Proposition
A promise made on a fierce day
The body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
when all your pain lies dead
you must be scared instead
A quiet word is my Proposition
a promise made on a fierce day
The body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
A quiet word is my Proposition
a promise made on a fierce day
The body bleeds for this coalition
without surrender if you stay
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