Album: other songs

You Know I Couldn't Last

The whispering
may hurt you
but the printed word
might kill you
the whispering
may hurt you
but the printed word
might kill you
so don’t let the blue
the blue eyes fool you
they’re just gelignite
loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and t-shirts and promos and God knows
you know I couldn’t last
someone please take me home
The teenagers
who love you
they will wake up
yawn and kill you
the teenagers
who love you
they will wake up
yawn and kill you
so don’t let the blue
the blue eyes fool you
they’re just gelignite
loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and t-shirts and promos and God knows
you know I couldn’t last
someone please take me home
there’s a cash-register ringing and
it weighs so heavy on my back
someone please take me home
The critics who
can’t break you
they somehow help to make you
the critics who
can’t break you
unwittingly, they make you
so don’t let the good days
of the gold discs
creep up and mug you
with evil legal eagles
you know I couldn’t last
accountants rampant
you know I couldn’t last

every -ist and every -ism
thrown my way to stay
and the Northern leeches go on
removing, removing
then in the end
your royalties bring you luxuries
your royalties bring you luxuries
but oh - the squalor of the mind
the squalor of the mind
the squalor of the mind