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Therapy?
Therapy?


Background information
Origin Northern Ireland
Genre(s) Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Years active 1989—present
Label(s) A&M Records
Spitfire Records
Wiiija
Ark 21 Records
Website Website
Members
Andy Cairns
Michael McKeegan
Neil Cooper
Former members
Fyfe Ewing
Martin McCarrick
Graham Hopkins



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Therapy? Album


Babyteeth (1991)
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Wake up... time to die!

No one knows the trouble I've seen
No one knows my mind
Don't think about it, you won't feel bad
You can't touch me now

Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom

When I grow up
Wanna be, gonna be like me
You'll be dyin', I'll be smilin'
Just you wait and see

Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom
Hate, freedom (Motherfucker)

. . .


Kissed a man's feet, then shot him dead
Didn't like his face or what he said
Saw a movie and I finally cracked

It sent him skyward
Skyward

Sick of people asking how much I have
(I don't need this world no more)
The world has slashed its wrists, it's lying dead
(Take away this pain, no more)
My down is bad but my high is worse

You send me skyward
Skyward

Every single day I'm feeling just like before
(Every day is just like before)
Every single day I'm feeling just like before
(You're shooting up my veins, just like before)
Every single day I feel it coming down
(I've got to step back and see where to stop)

You send me skyward
Skyward

It took a hammer to shape his mind
(Take away this pain, no more)
Time after time he closed his eyes
(Take away the pain, no more)
He felt his body trailing all down the years

He fell skyward
Skyward
Skyward
Skyward

. . .


Little Ian, the camp old queen
Went to London and came back lean
Little Leslie, fond of the sun
Came back with more than a tan
Tried to change the shape of their lives
Carved from concrete with a welfare knife
Their vain brains in their hedonistic heads
Only carved a hole in their bodies instead

Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next

Oh, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss

Little Ian, the camp old queen
Went to London and came back lean
Little Leslie, fond of the sun
Came back with more than a tan
Tried to change the shape of their lives
Carved from concrete with a welfare knife
Their vain brains in their hedonistic heads
Only carved a hole in their bodies instead

Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next
Every day I feel the same, every day drains into the next

Oh, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss

Oh no, what can be this?
What have I done to deserve this? (Every day)
It's bad enough as it is
I've been kicked in the face by the punishment kiss
Punishment kiss
Punishment kiss
Punishment kiss

. . .


You're a piece of shit
You're a piece of shit

You need the enemy
You need someone to crush
Somebody weaker than you
To make you feel strong enough

Fuck democracy
Do as I say
Your ideas get in the way

You're nothing but a scrawny little piece of shit
You're gonna die anyway

You'll die alone
Lonely and cold
Honey I'm home
But I'm just animal bones
But I'm just animal bones
But I'm just animal bones
But I'm just animal bones

You need the enemy
You need someone to crush
Some fucker weaker than you
To make you feel strong enough

Fuck democracy
Do as I say
Your ideas get in the way

You're nothing but a scrawny little piece of shit
You're gonna die anyway

You'll die alone
Lonely and cold
Honey I'm home
But I'm just animal bones
I'm just animal bones
I'm just animal bones
I'm just animal bones

Son of a bitch!

You're a piece of shit
You're a piece of shit
You're a piece of shit (Body bag full of bones, you will die, you will die alone)
You're just a piece of shit (Body bag full of bones, you will die, you will die alone)

. . .


All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut

Look me in the eyes and say it!

You little punk

Asshole!
Asshole!
Asshole!
Asshole!

Good morning, pigs
Good morning, fascists
Honkeys
Killers
Bigots
You fags
Pinkos
You creeps
You bastards
Fuzz
This indoctrination of vocal harassment was compiled by our own juvenile division in preparation for the concert this weekend

. . .


Is this real or is it a dream?
I can't seem to tell the difference anymore
Caught between needing and the need to be real
Your open arms gaping like a busted sore

I turn and burn my back like a rack
Your tourniquet twists me dangerous red
I breathe in the air, it's pavement grey
It shrinks my skin, and I've done nothing wrong

I drop to my knees, I work my skin
I feel this life pumping right through me
Love and death die on the dirty floor
Your upturned face doesn't even see

That this is all I'll ever have
Because I don't know what I want
But there's something inside
Something inside
Something inside
And I've done nothing wrong

My voice is nothing, my thoughts are nothing
In many respects I'm like you - nothing

I've done nothing wrong

. . .


Take the knife on up the hill, lover, and kiss the girl goodbye

Your foetus is dead dripping down your dress
And her life now means to me even less
In her head the knife that he put inside
Is only the knife that he couldn't find

Can't get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow
Get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow

This family I've looked for all my life
Is killing everything I've ever loved
He tells me to give my first born up
I love him, he's all I ever want

Can't get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow
Get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow
Get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow
Can't get him out of your system
Lead and I will follow, lead and I will follow

I don't fit, take me out of here
I don't fit, take me out of here
I don't fit, take me out of here (Can't get him out of your system)
I don't fit, take me out of here (Get him out of your system)
(Get him out, get him out, get him out, can't get him out)
I don't fit, take me out of here
(Get him out, get him out, get him out, can't get him out)
I don't fit, take me out of here
(No, you can't get him out)
(No, you'll never get him out)
(Get him out, can't get him out)
(No, you'll never get him out)

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