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Therapy?
Therapy?


Информация
Откуда Northern Ireland
Жанры Alternative Metal
Alternative Rock
Годы 1989—н.в.
Лейблы A&M Records
Spitfire Records
Wiiija
Ark 21 Records
Сайт Website
Состав
Andy Cairns
Michael McKeegan
Neil Cooper
Бывшие участники
Fyfe Ewing
Martin McCarrick
Graham Hopkins



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Pleasure Death (1992)
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D.L.C.
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No!
No!
No!
No!

Leave me alone!

Every once in a while I'd have to take a beating, but by then I didn't care
The way I saw it, everybody took a beating sometimes

I was born your punch bag and you, you know I'll never punch you back
Bite the hand that's feeding me just brings the nightmares back

Destroy me, I love you every day
You don't have to take the tears away
Destroy me, I love you every day and I
I wish you were dead

Try to smile every day and now you come home to wipe my smile away
All fear beaten out of me and I don't bruise anymore

Destroy me, I love you every day
Coming home to take the tears away
Destroy me, I love you every day
And I wish you were dead

And you do as you're told
And tell your friends you fell
And you do as you're told
And tell your friends you fell
You fell

Sometimes I want those things

My skin is stinging red for every girl that likes some pain
And my life is suffering for what you'll never be

Destroy me, I love you every day
Coming home to take the tears away
Destroy me, I love you every day
And I wish you were dead

. . .


She was screaming, so I killed her

I didn't expect her to scream
I mean, I wasn't gonna rape her or take her money, I was only gonna kill her

These people confuse sex and aggression, they can't differentiate between the two

I just think we live in such a violent society

We've got 35 or more people out there now, killing 20 and 30 people each

Like if I had my .38 right now, I could make you do just about anything I wanted you to - just about all my life people have been doing that to me

Back in the past it didn't seem as real, it was never one of those things that could happen to you

Your friend, your teacher, the guy next door

Severed head lying down on my bed
Has the face that was running straight through my head
I wanted you but what could I do?
Now my hands are all covered in you

I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away

A pocket load of piss, a skip load of shit
It took me all of my life to get to be this
I'm lower than the belly of something that crawled
Trying to dig deeper down

I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away

This is my life, this is my job
I'm just like something waiting to go off
I wanna make a mess on your business dress
I wanna be sick in you

I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away
I can't wait to get away

. . .


This is warning number one
Next time we're back we'll bring the gun
And I won't take this shit from you
You'll be swimming in cement shoes

You're just nothing
You're just nothing

I'm the king of this town
Don't you fuck me around
A man of people, me
My people never be free

You're just nothing
You are nothing

Get down on your knees
You're nothing but a little piece of shit
Take your orders from me
I run this town

You're just nothing
You are nothing

. . .


Fuck!

She is my ball and chain
Grows into my brain
You smother me
Lost inside your perfect dream

I'm hanging on the phone just to hear you breathing
Familiar sickness is every time that you're leaving
Just a part of you leaves me so uncertain
You want in my head, but my heart is still wide open

I need your face
Brings on your disease
You're so lost
I'm so lost

I'm hanging on the phone just to hear you breathing
Familiar sickness is every time that you're leaving
Just a part of you leaves me so uncertain
You want in my head, but my heart is still wide open

Just about now I'll be comin' home when caucasian psychosis is setting in
What you need and what you get is different when you're feeling sick
Part of me's still diggin' in me, makes me feel so warm and lost
Part of me's still diggin' in ya, makes you feel so gone

And we were making love when we could've been doing drugs
And we were making love when we should've been doing drugs

I'm hanging on the phone (It's not that she won't care)
Just to hear you breathing (It's not that she won't care)
Familiar sickness is (It's not that she won't care)
Every time that you're leaving (It's just that she's not there)
Just a part of you (It's not that she won't care)
Leaves me so uncertain (It's not that she won't care)
You want in my head (It's not that she won't care)
But my heart is still wide open (It's just that she's not there)

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D.L.C.

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I'm bitter, I'm twisted
James Joyce is fucking my sister
How can I remember 1690?
I was born in 1965

I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you

This business is pointless
To think that green's the only colour on the atlas
I'm trying hard just to survive
To keep myself alive

I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you

James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister

James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister
James Joyce is fucking my sister

I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you
I can see you, I can read you, I won't be you

Don't you ever feel attracted to the girls you photograph?
Sexually? It's not part of my job
Aren't you sexually attracted to me?
Yes, I am
Touch me
What?
I said touch me, please

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