歌词

1 High and Dry

Two jumps in a week,
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
Flying on your motorcycle,
watching all the ground
beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for
recognition,
kill yourself to never, ever stop
You broke another mirror,
you're turning into something
you are not
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Drying up in conversation,
you'll be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces,
you just sit there wishing
you could still
make love
They're the ones who'll
hate you when you think you've got the world all
sussed out
They're the ones who'll
spit on you,
you'll be the one screaming out
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Oh, it's the best thing
that you ever had,
the best thing that you ever,
ever had.
It's the best thing that
you ever had,
the best thing you have
had has gone
away.
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high,
Don't leave me high,
don't leave me dry



2 Planet Telex

You can force it but it will not come
You can taste it but it will not form
You can crush it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Chasing you home saying
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

You can force it but it will stay stung
You can crush it as dry as a bone
You can walk it home straight from school
You can kiss it, you can break all the rules
But still...
Everything is broken
Everyone is broken

Everyone is, everyone is broken
Everyone is, everything is broken

Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?
Why can't you forget?




3 Maquiladora

Here it comes, Here it comes,
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes
Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful gets into beautiful trouble
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you.
Oh baby burn
Fast die younger
Burns rubber
Useless rockers
From England
Good times
Had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your crutches
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal
Interstate fire walk staright down the middle,
And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby burn