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Make Me
05:32
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Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask
Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask
Is it too much to hope for, is it too much to ask?
Make me suck on your lips like an oxygen mask, oh
Make me open up wide with your surgical touch
Make me open up wide with your surgical touch
Now I think I feel something, but then it's too much
Make me open up wide with your surgical touch
You want me to feel, you want me to deal
You want me to heal so why don't you
Make me?
You want me to quake, you want me to shake
You want me to break so why don't you make me?!
Bring me right back to life, like a shot to the heart
Bring me right back to life, like a shot to the heart
Now you're getting a pulse but that's only a start
Bring me right back to life like a shot to the heart
You want me to feel, you want me to deal
You want me to heal so why don't you
Make me?
You want me to quake, you want me to shake
You want me to break so why don't you make me?!
Baby it's been so long
Since I've been all right
Baby I'll be strong
I can face the night... yeah
Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth
Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about
Put your lips over mine, because I need mouth-to-mouth
You want me to feel, you want me to deal
You want me to heal so why don't you
Make me?
You want me to quake, you want me to shake
You want me to break so why don't you make me?!
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2. |
Harley's Girl
04:40
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Harley's girl
Well she's just his type
Her arms got tracks, got a monkey on her back
Oh you know what he likes
Harley's girl
Well she just ain't right
She's got real short hair and a tough-guy stare
And they call her a dyke
But sometimes she cries up in Harley's room
Over shit that goes on at night
Is she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?
Harley's girl
Liked to scratch and bite
Yeah that bitch could scream and make a scene
You know she just ain't right
Harley's girl
She put up a fight
There's bruises on her cheeks and bloodstains on the sheets
Oh you know what he's like
And sometimes she cries up in Harley's room
Over shit that goes wrong at night
Is she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?
Harley's girl
She left one day
She cut her hair
She went away
Harley's girl
Now she's in his dreams
He can still taste her tears, and he'll always hear
The way she screamed
Harley's girl
Well now she's gone
But he's hoping she'll come back some midnight black
And bring a gun
And all of us saw the bruises but we
Never did a thing
Was she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?
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Rough Trade
03:26
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He's a pervert and a queer
And he'd like to know you better
He is in his room daydreaming
Of the things you did together
You were rough trade
Well-paid
Demon for a night
But the coldest stars it happens
Can sometimes shine so bright
He's a faggot and a sissy
And he's always been too pretty
For his own damn good
And he's never done the things a man should
But you can't forget
His lipstick-stubble kiss
When he whispered "make a wish
On a cold, cold star"
He's a lover and a hater
But he's so much more the latter
And it doesn't really matter
Much to him how much it hurts
And he hasn't got much pity
For the weak ones of this city
For the poseurs and pretenders
Who have never learned surrender
Oh but rough trade
Well-paid
Can't get you off his mind
You were kissing like the starved
You were touching like the blind
Oh and rough trade
Well played
Service with a sneer
What scares you most is that it's not
The cash that brought you here
And he is at an impasse
And you're his one-time toy
Because he's not into breeders
And you're not into boys!
He's a pervert and a queer
And he'd like to know you better...
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4. |
Never On Thursday
05:32
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Well I've meant nothing to a lot of people
A lot of people haven't meant much to me
A lot of men have cum and gone
Done a lot of moving on
Had a lot of bad inside of me
Forget about what might have been before
Hole in me just like an open sore
I've answered to a lot of names
Shaken off a lot of shame
Use me baby coz I'm good...
For nothing more
Straddling that bike all new and shiny
Say you wanna take me for a ride
Tell me better hold on tight
Then we speed off in the night
Well I confess I've ridden bitch before
Hole in me just like an open sore
Wound runs right down to my very core
I've answered to a lot of names
Stood up to a lot of pain
Use me baby coz I'm good...
For nothing more
Hole in me just like an open sore
Wound runs right down to my very core
I've answered to a lot of names
Put up with a lot of games
Use me baby coz I'm good...
For nothing more!
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5. |
Fallen
05:34
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Fallen down
To the ground
Holy light
Burning bright
Cleaves the day
Names the night
Bruised but proud
Still unbowed
Morningstar
Shoulders scarred
Touch my heart
Through hell's bars
Shining one
Rebel son
Give to us
Bitter fruit
Let us taste
Bitter truth
Jealous God
Spare thy rod
He burns below
That we might
Learn to know
Wrong from right
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6. |
This Is The Moment
05:48
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The wind that blows that pierces your heart through
The voice that screams that no one heard but you
The silence seeping smothering all things
The nightly terror that the darkness brings
This is the moment
This is the moment
Don't let it go...
The eyes that watch no matter where you move
The sick suspicions you could never prove
The icy shiver every time it's near
The twisted beauty of your constant fear
This is the moment
This is the moment
Don't let it go...
Every morning rising up
Feel the same thing in your gut
Think the same thoughts in your head
Every day you wake up dead
The circle that grows smaller with each day
The future that is trickling away
Your numbered heartbeats marking your decline
The consciousness of ever-marching time
This is the moment
This is the moment
This is your home...
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7. |
Millennial (Bonus Track)
03:59
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The Truants San Francisco, California
The Truants are:
Guitar: Khalil Sullivan
Drums: Estaybahn
Bass & vocals: Johnny
Truant
Rock n roll should be cathartic and subversive-- and that's the way we play it. We flirt with genres promiscuously and refuse to commit to a category. Our music comes with a healthy dose of queerness and a side of androgyny.
This is post-traumatic post-punk.
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