gɪv miː bæk maɪ ˈbrəʊkən naɪt
maɪ ˈmɪrəd ruːm, maɪ ˈsiːkrɪt laɪf
ɪts ˈləʊnli hɪə,
ðeəz nəʊ wʌn lɛft tuː ˈtɔːʧə
gɪv miː ˈæbsəluːt kənˈtrəʊl
ˈəʊvər ˈɛvri ˈlɪvɪŋ səʊl
ænd laɪ bɪˈsaɪd miː, ˈbeɪbi,
ðæts ən ˈɔːdə!
gɪv miː kræk ænd ˈeɪnəl sɛks
teɪk ði ˈəʊnli triː ðæts lɛft
ænd stʌf ɪt ʌp ðə həʊl
ɪn jɔː ˈkʌlʧə
gɪv miː bæk ðə bɜːˈlɪn wɔːl
gɪv miː ˈstɑːlɪn ænd St pɔːl
aɪv siːn ðə ˈfjuːʧə, ˈbrʌðə:
ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə.
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd, slaɪd ɪn ɔːl dɪˈrɛkʃənz
wəʊnt biː ˈnʌθɪŋ
ˈnʌθɪŋ juː kæn ˈmɛʒər ˌɛniˈmɔː
ðə ˈblɪzəd, ðə ˈblɪzəd ɒv ðə wɜːld
ænd ɪt hæz ˌəʊvəˈtɜːnd
ði ˈɔːdər ɒv ðə səʊl
aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt
aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt
aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
juː ˈnɛvə wɪl, juː ˈnɛvə dɪd
aɪm ðə ˈlɪtl ʤuː
huː rəʊt ðə ˈbaɪbl
aɪv siːn ðə ˈneɪʃənz raɪz ænd fɔːl
aɪv hɜːd ðeə ˈstɔːriz, hɜːd ðɛm ɔːl
bʌt lʌvz ði ˈəʊnli ˈɛnʤɪn ɒv səˈvaɪvəl
jɔː ˈsɜːvənt hɪə, hiː hæz biːn təʊld
tuː seɪ ɪt klɪə, tuː seɪ ɪt kəʊld:
ɪts ˈəʊvə, ɪt eɪnt ˈgəʊɪŋ
ˈɛni ˈfɜːðə
ænd naʊ ðə wiːlz ɒv ˈhɛvn stɒp
juː fiːl ðə ˈdɛvlz ˈraɪdɪŋ krɒp
gɛt ˈrɛdi fɔː ðə ˈfjuːʧə:
ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd ...
ðeəl biː ðə ˈbreɪkɪŋ ɒv ði ˈeɪnʃ(ə)nt
ˈwɛstən kəʊd
jɔː ˈpraɪvɪt laɪf wɪl ˈsʌdnli ɪksˈpləʊd
ðeəl biː ˈfæntəmz
ðeəl biː ˈfaɪəz ɒn ðə rəʊd
juːl siː ə ˈwʊmən
ˈhæŋɪŋ ˈʌpsaɪd daʊn
hɜː ˈfiːʧəz ˈkʌvəd baɪ hɜː ˈfɔːlən gaʊn
ænd ɔːl ðə ˈlaʊzi ˈlɪtl ˈpəʊɪts
ˈkʌmɪŋ raʊnd
ˈtraɪɪn tuː saʊnd laɪk ˈʧɑːli ˈmæns(ə)n
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
gɪv miː bæk ðə bɜːˈlɪn wɔːl
gɪv miː ˈstɑːlɪn ænd St pɔːl
gɪv miː kraɪst
dɪsˈtrɔɪ əˈnʌðə ˈfiːtəs naʊ
wiː dəʊnt laɪk ˈʧɪldrən ˈɛnɪhaʊ
aɪv siːn ðə ˈfjuːʧə, ˈbeɪbi:
ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə
θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd ...
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ..
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