Tekst :

Is it a matter of opinion
or just a contradiction
but from where I come from
all the blondes have more fun
Well just awatch them sisters on a Saturday night
Peroxide causin all the fights
I took a rose in Texas
she gimme plenty of practice
But I couldn t touch the surface
cos of recent facelift
She had no idea what love s about
cept the one o clock call on the casting couch

Sissy from New York
was on the cover of New Vogue
I ain t supposed to be available
So completely untouchable
I got a limousine n bodyguard and chaperone
But God knows Rodder just needs to ball

You can keep your black and your red heads
You can keep your brunettes too
I wanna girl that s semi intelligent
Gimme a blonde that s six feet two boy
and that ain t all

I had a crush on Bardot
Fell in love with Monroe
Read about em in the nationals
All the juicy little scandals
But I never saw em dancin at the county hall
with the short fat guy s prematurely bald

Dig this

You can keep your black and your red heads
you can keep your brunettes too
Don t wanna subservient woman
Gimme a blonde that s six feet two boy
and that ain t all

By, oh by, the way
Of an explanation
Cast adrift
Off the shores of Shotter’s Nation
I had a look in,
Cave my skull in like a prick
Oh now
What use am I to anyone?
Forlorn, frozen,
Beneath the summer
Don’t sing along
Or you’ll get what I’ve got,...

The nightmares the bad dreams have become reality
At least inside my mind, yeah
But no words that you say could ever make me wanna change
Forgive me, not when it comes to this crime
I met her before you she wore the sweetest perfume
Her scent reminds me of our first date
I still taste...

I d stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips
How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips
When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming
And I m lost inside this darkness and I fear I won t survive

I could pray and trick with a double...

Switch the light on
We can think it s dawn
Oh push along
Push along
Play a long song
I m laughing at marine
Marine laughs back
Don t like those boys
Toy soldier boys
I m lying in bed

Camouflage

Home whispers words
And the bullseye smote the honest
Before the hunt, I feel I m getting used to them
Tired from the effects from memory
Fluttering relapse
Sparks of sudden interest and truth

Trying to get myself from this stain!
Begins to multiply, whoa!
We echo through this song
Yes, and in it s words, I ll rise!

But...