| Lyric | Song |
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| What she asked of me at the end of the day Caligula would have blushed | |
| No it's NOT like any other love this one's different because it's us! | |
| She took away your troubles oh but then again she left pain | |
| I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me | |
| You can pin and mount me like a butterfly | |
| Anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes | |
| She said: 'How quickly would I die if I jumped from the top of the parachutes?' | |
| If you must write prose and poems the words you use should be your own don't plagiarise or take 'on loans' | |
| He's not strange he just wants to live his life this way | |
| See, the sea wants to take me the knife wants to slit me | |
| You are a flatulent pain the arse | |
| But I know that you would like me if only you could see me | |
| She said : 'In the days when you were hopelessly poor I just liked you more...' | |
| Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear | |
| 'But she doesn't even LIKE me! and I know because she said so' | |
| Two icy-cold hands conducting the way; It's the Eskimo blood in my veins | |
| Nothing's changed I still love you, oh I still love you ...only slightly less than I used to | |
| But to you I was faceless I was fawning, I was boring | |
| And you never knew how much I really liked you because I never even told you | |
| Wavering shadows loom a piano plays in an empty room there'll be blood on the cleaver tonight | |
| Too freely on your lips words prematurely sad | |
| The devil will find work for idle hands to do | |
| And I got confused - I killed a nun | |
| Although I ended up with sore lips it just wasn't like the old days anymore | |
| Because you'll slip on the trail of my bespattered remains | |
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VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
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