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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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Альбом Therapy?


Shameless (2001)
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Yeah

I want to destroy everything I know, I want to start again from scratch
I've done so many things that I regret but I don't feel guilty and I won't look back
I'm sick and tired of going nowhere
I need a new source of raw power
Yeah

My feet are my limousine and they take me through the shakes down on Pessimism Street
Sometimes I feel so dirty and cheap but I'm scared of giving up and being a psychedelic peace creep
I don't need you to keep me up all night (it's out of my head, yeah)
I want to wake up with my head on tight

So (gimme gimme gimme) back my brain
(Gimme gimme gimme) back my brain
(Gimme gimme gimme) back my brain
(Gimme gimme gimme) back my brain

I've been this way for far too long
Don't want to die so close to home
No
Gimme gimme gimme back my brain

. . .


Mmm, tidy it up

Fuck you, man, if you don't feel alright
Fuck you, man, if you don't feel OK
Cos I'm wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't know why
Wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't ask why

Don't you worry, don't you ever make feel me worthless
Don't you ever, don't you ever wake up alone
Cos I'm wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't know why
Wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't ask why

Yeah, yeah, welcome to my place
Yeah, yeah, welcome home
Yeah, yeah, welcome to Fuckland

Clench the lightbulb, clench the lightbulb between my teeth
Mister, I really hope you're on, really hope you're on the same buzz as me

Cos I'm wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I don't know why
Wired to the moon, stapled to the sky, happy as I am, and I never ask why

Yeah, yeah, welcome to my place
Yeah, yeah, welcome home
Yeah, yeah, welcome to Fuckland

Yeah, yeah, welcome to my place
Yeah, yeah, welcome home
Yeah, yeah, welcome to Fuckland

Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Welcome to Fuckland

. . .


This could be my testimony, checking in, matrimony
I don't owe you negatory, nothing
On the dark nights when the windows fail
Got no escape from suburban gaol
I don't owe you negatory, nothing

'Cos I live in darkness
And I see no reason
Love is the devil
Whatever you do
This one's for you

You could be the anti-story, got me on my back
Got me feeling negatory, and I'm never looking back

'Cos I live in darkness
And I see no reason
And love is the devil
Wherever you go
And I don't want to know
I live in darkness
And I see no reason lately
I live in darkness
Whatever you do
This one's for you

Champagne for my real friends (Champagne for my real friends)
Real pain for my sham friends (Real pain for my sham friends)

'Cos I live in darkness
And I see no reason
And love is the devil
Wherever you go
And I don't want to know
I live in darkness
I see no reason lately
I live in darkness
Whatever you do
This one's for you

(This one's for you)
(This one's for you)
(This one's for you)
(This one's for you)

This one's for you

. . .


Drink more wine, then break a leg
Don't call me early, cos I'm not done yet
Gotta take my faith and stay in control
Gotta take my feelings, that can go

So don't call me honey, cos I am the money
So don't call me honey, cos I am the money

Feeling mortal, better put a bit back
Never seen any porn that I didn't like
A generation, a plague of zombies
Don't go Yoko on me, on me

So don't call me honey, cos I am the money
So don't call me honey, cos I am the money

It gets cold
I'm down and out and I don't know your name again
This could put me in a super black hole
But I'm a genius, you're an asshole

So don't call me honey, cos I am the money
So don't call me honey, cos I am the money

. . .


My C.V. reads a long list of mistakes and regrets
Bad decisions, aftermaths and unmade beds
I've plastered over cracks and tried to mend what I can
To you I'm still a wicked man

Well, my C.V. reads a long list of unrights and some wrongs
I could explain, but it would take me way too long
My wife is a robot, my baby's cot
Is a heavy metal parking lot

From drudgery to buggery, a whole life is planned
I tried like a saint, but I failed with the damned
I've even sold my soul for a beer that's not cold
I'll only die when I am told

I'm a wicked man, I get what I deserve, 'cos I'm a wicked man, a wicked man
A wicked man, nurse, it's getting worse
You've got to, you've got to, got to, got to help me

Well, I've lied to myself so much I believe it's true
But all the hidden secrets, you already knew
And all the unexplained that tore us apart
To them I'm just a tart with a heart

I'm a wicked man, I get what I deserve, 'cos I'm a wicked man, a wicked man
A wicked man, nurse, it's getting worse
You've got to, you've got to, got to, got to help me

My C.V. is a long list of mistakes and regrets
I bruise to remember, I drink to forget
I've plastered over cracks but you don't understand
To you I'm still a wicked man
To you I'm still a wicked man
To you I'm still a wicked man

. . .


It's like somebody died in here, it's like somebody died in here
The room is full of nervous laughter, the room is full of awkward glances
It's like somebody died in here, it's like somebody died in here
And I don't know if I should laugh or cry, and I don't know if I should stay or hide

Somebody give me a straight answer, somebody give me a straight answer
Somebody look me straight in the face, somebody look me straight in the eye
It's like somebody's died in here, it's like somebody's died in here
Somebody let me in on the joke, somebody let me in on the secret

Honey, I'm a nervous wreck
Honey, I'm a nervous wreck

Somebody give me straight-A answers, somebody give me straight-A answers
Somebody look me straight in the face, somebody look me straight in the eye
It's like somebody's died in here, it's like somebody's died in here
I feel like I'm gonna die in here, I feel like I'm gonna die in here

Honey, I'm a nervous wreck
Honey, I'm a nervous wreck

Bongo fury

Well, everybody's in on it, but not me
Just plump me at the bar, and tell me all the drinks are free
Well, everybody's in on it, but not me
Just move me to the bar and tell me all the drinks are free
Well, everybody's in on it, but not me
Just lead me to the bar, and tell me all the drinks are free

It's like somebody's died in here, it's like somebody's died in here
The room is full of nervous laughter, the room is full of awkward glances

Honey, I'm a nervous wreck
Honey, I'm a nervous wreck

(somebody, somebody) yeah (somebody, somebody) yeah
(somebody, somebody) yeah (somebody, somebody)

(somebody, somebody) somebody let me in on the joke
(somebody, somebody) somebody let me in on the joke
(somebody, somebody) somebody let me in on the joke
(somebody, somebody) somebody let me in on the joke

In on the joke
In on the joke
In on the joke
In on the joke

. . .


Gentlemen, start your axes

It was winter, it was cold
I was lost in a world of my own
I was bent double at the end of the road
Pissing my suicide note in the snow

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I'd stopped the world and I was getting off
When a white flash nearly made my heart stop
I said, "this is either Jesus, aliens or cops"
It was neither, it was Joey Dunlop

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

So hats off for Joey Dunlop

One day you'll go to the great big bar in the sky
Everybody's free, everybody flies
The greats will be there, you wouldn't want to miss it
Me, George Best and Hurricane Higgins

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

So hats off for Joey Dunlop

So hats off for Joey Dunlop

. . .


Yesterday's child is not in control
Not down with the rock, not down with the roll
Go, go, go on my scrawny white attack
All the kids are right, all the chicks are black
I want to be lapsed Catholic
Earn my sacred heart, full colour, high tech
Jung at heart, Wilde inside
See the world through Jackson Pollock's eyes

So bring out your dead, 'cos they'll never know
Rob them of possessions, and leave them in the snow
I see people treat people
Tall flats, short steeples

Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some Commie army

(Killed someone at thirteen) Endless psychology
(O.D'd on Sunny D) Endless psychology

You think you're hard, you think you're metal
Cut your nipple, Red Kross medal
Out of speed, out of breath
Stop now before you think yourself to death

Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some Commie army

(Killed someone at thirteen) Endless psychology
(O.D'd on Sunny D) Endless psychology

Painted on your daddy's arm
Wasted in your mummy's car
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some Commie army

And you've only got yourself to blame
Join the gallery, the kids from Shame
You're sixteen and you feel so lonely
Signing up for some Commie army

(Killed someone at thirteen) Endless psychology
(O.D'd on Sunny D) Endless psychology
(Endless psychology) Endless psychology
(Endless psychology) Endless psychology

. . .


Well, you checked me in (Yeah, yeah)
So you could check me out (Yeah, yeah)
So you can work me up (Yeah, yeah)
So you can work me out (Yeah, yeah)

Well, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Well, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Well, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)

Insanitised, bonkified

Well, I'm all in sync (Yeah, yeah)
I've got the swing of things (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I really do (Yeah, yeah)
So who the hell are you? (Yeah, yeah)

'Cos I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
'Cos I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
'Cos I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)

Insanitised, lord, bonkified

Insanitized, sweet, bonkified

Well, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
I've got the swing of things (Yeah, yeah)
Well, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
I've got the swing of things (Yeah, yeah)

Yes, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
Yes, I feel alright (Yeah, yeah)
I really feel alright (Yeah, yeah)

Yes

. . .


I think we met her downtown, nice people, nice place
A peculiar lady, with a peculiar face
She says she's got some friends, they're gonna help her out
She looks like she could be lucky, we're gonna follow her around

Her eyes are sunk so deep, she looks like she's on the verge of sleep
She's a body bag girl, the body bag girl

She says the stars in the sky were put there by her friends
She says the people in the gutter were put there by the government

Her eyes roll back in her head
She laughs like she's possessed
The body bag girl

Well, we'll hold on tight to the edge of the world
Well, we'll hold on tight to the edge of the world

Her hands, they shake so much, she's got a little rhythm of her own
She's a body bag girl, a body bag girl

Bass

Body bag girl
Body bag girl
Body bag girl
Body bag girl

. . .


Let's pull over at the side of the road, we need to take a break before our heads explode
Keep down the laughter, keep down the speed, try to avoid being RUC-een
This neck of the woods can be creepy and cold, you keep your mouth shut and you do as you're told
We kicked off a high at the start of the day, don't wanna end it in Castlereagh

Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask
Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask

I let it slip that we played in a band, maybe take a chance that he knew my old man
Out of the car, stand on my toes, and here I was thinking he would let it go

Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask
Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask

Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask
Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask

Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask
Don't sneak in my underpants, you only had to ask

You only had to ask
(Don't sneak in my underpants) you only had to ask

. . .


Don't look now, don't look now
Don't look now, he's hiding in the shadows
With his little book, with his little book
With his little book, he's hiding in the shadows

Don't look now, don't look now
Don't look now, she's hiding in the shadows
With her little book, with her little book
With her little book, she's hiding in the shadows

Stalk and slash
Slash

Angry, angry, angry, angry, angry
Stalk and slash
Slash

(No more drugs for this young man)
And no more drugs for this young lady
And don't ask me, I blame the parents

Stalk and slash
Slash

Angry, angry, angry, angry, angry
Stalk and slash
Slash
Slash
Slash

Don't you worry, it'll be OK
Don't you worry, it'll be OK
Don't you worry, it'll be OK (OK)
Don't you worry, it'll be OK (OK)
Don't you worry, it'll be OK (OK)
(OK)

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