dimarts, 25 de maig del 2010

Young savage

"The Jekyll-Hyde of you
I can't survive the tide of you.
The vicious style of love, the whining.
Pits and pendulums of lying.
I don't see how you survive in.
Hard-line worlds you're advertising.
Sneaky features? Waiting.
City sex is so frustrating.

Young savage
Young savage
She's like a steel wall
Speaks like a dance hall.
Young savage
Young savage
Anything goes where no-one knows your name.

The mirror love of vixens
Gets over the mask of victims
Money rents you insulation
Tenderness, asphyxiation
Someone else's flesh to borrow
Sling it from your bed tomorrow
In the passport of our sorrow
Look behind the face it's hollow.

The broken heart of you
Who stole, who stole a part of you
Changing blossoms into piss
And taking bites from every kiss
The past is dead, tomorrow's too far
All the chemicals that bar us
Coloured hair, cheap tattoos
That tell you all their points of view.

Condemned to be a stranger
Subway dweller, dead-end danger
Peeking through the dust of friends
Who never gave, they'd only lend
Every sneer is thrown away
With practised gestures of disdain
The outlaw stance is so pedantic
Hate the world, it's so romantic."

Ultravox, Young Savage.