Carnal Confusion
Armageddon.
Another word for teenage anxiety in better days.
No suspicion.
Share my fun, have it now and don't bring it back.
Can you feel my fear - touch me now.
Can you read my name - remember me.
Your shame controls my vanity.
I've lost all sincerity.
Bite me in half, anyday.
Your gain my loss.
I fear your perfection. It's not my game.
My sign, this gate.
Some awkward attraction. The hustler's fame.
Ah ah ah. Carnal Confusion. Yeah, it's my day.
Have I got the time - hear me out.
Can I scream out loud - suck my love.
Your face covers my tools.
I believe that insanity rules.
Remember me, come again.
Your gain my loss.
I fear your perfection. It's not my game.
My sign, this gate.
Some awkward attraction. The hustler's fame.
Ah ah ah. Carnal Confusion. Yeah, it's my day.
Armageddon.
Just another word for teenage anxiety in better days.
No suspicion.
Share my fun, have it now and don't bring it back.
Bite me in half, anyday.
Your gain my loss.
I fear your perfection. It's not my game.
My sign, this gate.
Some awkward attraction. The hustler's fame.
Ah ah ah. Carnal Confusion. Yeah, it's my day.
* * *
Drag Queen
I'm flying low,
the great white scarecrow.
Cracking up,
putting on a freak show.
I've got no suspicion,
I've got no real fame.
Shoot me,
I'm the drag queen.
Get down and face my law.
Thrill me,
join the rat scene.
Go home and wax your claw.
Love me, I'm the drag queen.
Thrill me, in your dreams.
I've got no suspicion,
I've got no real fame.
I'm getting hurt,
the blue feathered bird.
Real high,
snatching up the star dirt.
Shoot me,
I'm the drag queen.
Get down and face my law.
Thrill me,
join the rat scene.
Go home and wax your claw.
* * *
D.u.s.t.
I'm gonna find me some dust,
I'm gonna take it home.
I'm gonna spread it around
until I get some
satisfaction and more. They don't know.
Satisfaction and more. They don't know.
I - I - I - I gotta take care
of insinuations
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Get up, get up, get up (get up)
I'll try to see the mark
I'll try to find out.
Where I have to go.
Where it's all about.
I will feel alive without the sunshine.
I will feel alive without the sunshine.
(I gotta take care of) insinuations
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Get up, get up, get up (get up)
[lachje]
I'm gonna find me some dust,
I'm gonna take it home.
I'm gonna spread it around
until I get some
satisfaction and more. They don't know.
Satisfaction and more. They don't know.
of insinuations
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Well, Agent Cooper 5-0-1.
Get up, get up, get up (get up)
* * *
Hate Drives
I could cause you pain
but all the same
I just continue to explain
how I managed to escape
crusading messengers of faith.
I could push you away.
Believe in what you do
not what I feel
I could pollute the wounds you heal.
Claim my time and I'll ignore
all sudden needs you feel for more.
Hate drives.
Tell the tale
and don't be mild.
Curse the job and blow the child
into it's future of true hate
'cause every God comes in strange shapes.
I could push you away.
Hate drives.
Heal me from Gods and shapes.
Hate drives.
* * *
All lyrics written
by
Dominique De Vos,
and reproduced with his
kind permission for
this article.
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