My Dying Bride - Heroin Chic Lyrics

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Falling flat, falling on my face
Up yours you ****ing basket case
Come on, come on, take a shot
Kick me, kicking you, kick the lot

Talk to you with a frightening blade
Hear me stalk through the 6th ****ing grade
Ear wax cloggin' up your head
Maybe you're dumb, maybe you want to be dead

Take a ride through a city tonight
Or we can stay here smoking ****

Na na na na na na na
Na na na na yeah yeah yeah

Fear grabs like a falling man
Unforgiving is its choking hand
Come on, come on if you've got the guts
Kill me now 'cause I don't give a ****
In, out, baby I don't mind.
Nice ****, nice behind
Groping around like a stupid kid

Na na na na na na na

Bastards ****ing everywhere
It's all I see, I can't help but stare
Talking crap and looking like a twat
See the blade, feel the blade in your back

This night, this night is hot
Hope it rains, hope it rains a lot
Everywhere suckers stop and stare

Na na na na na na na

****ing city's just a ****ing mess
Up to its neck in ****ing piss
Children playing with broken glass
Kill themselves for a laugh

Tired of being sold as meat
Whores give up beating on my meat
Actually, you know I don't really mind
Too many scabs, flesh is hard to find

Crime is here, here to stay
Under pressure to admit you're gay
No money, no love, no luck
Tough ****, stupid worthless ****
Say you will, say you won't, say you will

Na na na na yeah yeah yeah
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Here I come, here I come

**** and scum, ****ing pigs everywhere
Harassing me but I don't ****ing care
I'm not free, they're always tying me down
Taking me, taking me down town

*****es, yeah I ****ed my share
And their mothers cause I don't care
Say you will, say you won't, say you will
Talking ****, you want it up the hilt
Always feeling sick and always drunk
Raining at last, thank Christ you ****
Do me now with your heroin chic
Say nothing more, do not ****ing speak

Calmly walk from slut to slut
Up everyone, you know I don't mind a ****
No protection baby, who ****ing cares
Take a look, come on, everyone stare

Life for life is just the way its at
I don't remember last time I laughed
Call my woman but she's never home
Killed everyone to use this ****ing phone
Eye for an eye and all that ****
Rip you off 'cause I need a hit
Sit down now I've had enough

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Whore, the Cook and the Mother
  • 2 The Stance of Evander Sinque
  • 3 Der Ɯberlebende
  • 4 Heroin Chic
  • 5 Apocalypse Woman
  • 6 Base Level Erotica
  • 7 Under Your Wings and Into Your Arms