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Cut off the head, the legs move
Cut off the legs, the head moves
The middle turns red
The middle turns red
The middle turns red
The middle turns red
Give me your phone number
Give me your fucking phone number
But off the legs, the head moves
Cut off the head, the legs move
The middle turns white
The middle turns white
The middle turns white
The middle turns white
Give me your phone number
Give me your fucking phone number
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2. |
Top Three
03:27
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Turning in to almost anything
Sweeping round you on a heel
I've held my breath, I'll talk about it now
With a pin at your neck, same circles around your eyes
Funeral cards, funeral colours
I held my breath, I'll talk about it now
And I, I, I, i
I held my breath I'll talk about it now
She's a queen, she can say everything
Oh she knows what she does when she sings
I held my breath, I'll talk about it now
So what colour are her eyes? I don't know, she's always wearing shades
Is she tall? Well, I've got to look up
Well, I hear she's bad.
Hmmm, she's good bad but she's not evil.
Is she a good dancer? what do you mean is she a good dancer?
How does she dance? I don't know, she does the two step!
I held my breath, I'll talk about it now
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In My Car
03:33
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I've got a black hole in my car
I've got a black soul in my car
I hear a cry behind the ringing in my ear
I've got her black tights in my car
I've got her red wig in my carYou wish we'd never met
Now you're dead on the bloody leatherette
They'll take pictures of my car
Rings of tape around my car
Her mother loved her now she's dead in my car
See that dirt road over there
Pull into the left over there
Why did I go there? Turn down the heat in my car
The stench is seething it's hard to ignore
Tampax on the bloody floor
His Mother loved him now he's dead in my car
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Your Body My Head
03:34
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As I lose my head I will find my legs
As I lose my head I will find my legs
I lose my head
I find my head my legs my head my legs
Your body, my head
Your body, my head
Oh, we're lost now, last day
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I was walking down the street I could not resist his stare
And I was green
I was turning the colour of a juicy avocado obscene
He was talking on his fucking mobile phone
Looking for directions to go home
Dave Gahan is such a love butt
Dave Gahan is such a love butt
He is such a love butt (don't want him!)
Such a different love butt (don't need him!)
Jane says that he makes her straight
We don't think he's all that great
It's not that we don't like Depeche Mode
We just think he talks a load
If he didn't play stadium rock
He wouldn't be a massive shirtless cock
Dave Gahan is such a love butt
Dave Gahan is such a love butt
He is such a love butt (don't want him!)
Such a different love butt (don't need him!)
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Dave Vanian
01:21
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Driller killer, don't go near the park
Nightmare maker after dark
Devils in the convent
Dial R-A-T
Blood on black lace
The beast of the D-E-D
Absurd, axe and bloodbath
Blood Feast 1, 2 and 3
And for you here's a love song
Black and grey in a cape
I will shred your face
Red on bright white
Sing with you every night
And for you here's a love song
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7. |
Knock
05:34
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They found the head
Down by the water
Down by the mud
A knock at my door
Knock knock at my door
Knock knock at my door come ask me, I'll pretend that I don't know
Knock knock at my door come see me
Come see me
And now they're watching me
I hear them in my sleep
Down by the mud, a knock at my door
Knock knock at my door come ask me, I'll pretend that I don't know
Knock knock at my door come see me
Come see me
There goes my head
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I'll Bury You All
02:59
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I'll bury you all, my blonde hair shining
I'll bury you all
You sing so peacefully
I'll bury you all
And you there watching, watching, all
I'll bury you all
I will bury you so very far in the ground
That no one will ever believe you're around
A faint and distant memory so far from this earth
The way you look at me you know it's such a curse
Are you watching me, watching me, watch me now
Look into my eyes for the last time
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I don't give a fuck if you turn to rust
I'll bury you all, and still have this face
I'll bury you all, fuck your harmonies
I'll bury you all, and you there watching, watching, all
I'll bury you all
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Red To The Elbows
06:28
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Open your stomach up
Line after line after line after line
wrap it through me wrap it round me
There's somewhere you can knock through, dig your hands in deep
Red to the elbows
Red to the elbows
Red to the elbows
I'm so cold and you're so lonely
Let me be your Frankenstein
Can you feel my cold dead heart beat
Reach inside me pull apart
Take me to your quiet hell
Red to the elbows
Red to the elbows
Red to the elbows
For shame my eyes have slipped
The blood on red my fingertips
I hear the bell and wait for hell
Red to the elbows
Red to the elbows
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10. |
Blue Black
03:17
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Mexican girl
Afraid of throwing up
I've seen you and I know you
Hair blue black all down her back
Weaving spells in boring clubs
Blue black hair tangles
Hair blue black all down her back
My eyes have seen you
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Flies On The Ceiling
04:35
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Something you had to say
You couldn't think with all those flies on the ceiling
Those tracks that followed you, your widow's tattoo
Those flies on the ceiling
Those flies, those flies, those flies on the ceiling
I'll follow you behind you
I just may turn up as flies, as flies, on your ceiiing
He said he'd see me, flies on my ceiling
Said he'd see me, flies on my ceiling
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