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Suede Sci Fi Lullabies

You've had your fun, your money's gone You're only friend is the telephone Oh duchess, now you're one of us You stay at home and light the lights They

Graffiti women, draw pictures on the wall Graffiti slogans and situations fall Just made up people who wander through the rain Graffiti people got nothing

I wake up every day But I don't want it that way I take my thoughts to the round about 'Cause me and them we like to get out Oh, what you do in your

All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter And go shaking on the scene like killing machines And they know that when she's stacked up top She

Oh jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids walk 'round like they're half asleep And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads boil in

In the high life, I've got this feeling, now I've got this horrible feeling On the escalator they took it out on him As the ridiculous world went, oh

In a hired car she will come to England from the sea And as the tide flows the London snows will come And from the skyline shines the lies of the government

Inside her is the suburbs In the sodium lights and the streets In the parked cars and the pretty parks And in every lonely disease In the new loves under

Lay Lady Lay and Band of Gold A Day in the Life, and Dream of Sheep Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco Listen to the music in your sleep These are the