Lyrics

11 EP -- Six

SIX (SINGLE VERSION)

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see, the way I cowered to authority, you see
And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

(More) than I had before
(More) than I've presently got
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
It's more than I can spare

And you see, it's emotionally affecting me
Did you see, my equilibrium more balanced me
And my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Life is a compromise anyway
Life is a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all

CHURCH OF THE DRIVE THRU ELVIS

And there's someone always laughing over me
A taste of my inferiority
It mocks me and weakens me
Emphasises what is wrong with me
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror
To see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners alone

You take life better than me
My wheelchair sinks into the sand
Like blooms fractured and torn

Everyone's a sinner baby that's for sure
No conduit messiah god-like
With halo aesthetically
Appease my all consuming vanity
And now that I am not content to be
A weak impression of what used to be
I wake up in terror
To see that I am so incredibly low
We are all sinners alone

Spirit serene
It's my spirit so serene

You take life better than me
My wheelchair rolls into the sea
Tender blooms fractured and torn
We're all sinners alone

BUT THE TRAINS RUN ON TIME

This room's dimensions
I know them off by heart by now
They're stored, remembered
And this disturbs me, my personality
I'm living longer
There's less insomnia and stress
Not too rebellious
Today I strictly live by all the rules I set

And now we harbour regret
For taking sweets from children's hands
We may deteriorate
But the trains will run on time
The trains will not be late

And we as children
Imagine perfect lives ahead
What do you know that I don't know
You need a better car to make you valid than you are
Vulnerable
All my logic's wrong at night
I dream abortion
Waste eight hours, taking hours from my life

This room's dimensions
I know them off by heart by now
I dream abortion
Waste eight hours, taking hours from my life

SIX

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see the way I cowered to authority
You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

(More) than I had before
(More) than I've presently got
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
(More) than I had before
(More) than I could possibly spend
(More) than I'll ever use up
(More) than I really need
It's more than I can spare
My religion is caged

Safe from progress, purgatory I know
How does this affect me
Emotionally affect me

Will they let me go
Will they let me go
Will they let me go
Equilibrium imbalanced again

I feel no pain
I feel no...
I feel no pain
The Jabberwocky haunts me, in my memory it's caged

I feel no pain (I feel no pain)
I feel no... (I feel no...)
I feel no pain (I feel no...)
But if you punched me in the stomach then I'd feel it again

Life is a compromise anyway
Life is a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
Life, it's a compromise anyway
And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity
Did you see the way I cowered to authority
You see, and my life, it's a series of compromises anyway
It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE HATED

I had to sing this for me
Watch myself pilloried
Ugly, scruffy, no one
But then I guess that you knew
Nasty, bitter, enraged
A nice polite English way
Full circle, desensitised
I'm right back where I began

Hated, broken

The dead flowers reject
Sad glucoma in mist
Injustice wells up in me
We are shit and refuse

Hated, broken

It's what it's like to be hated
I am afflicted and ill
It's what it's like to be hated
I wrote this song for myself

We are shit and refuse to wallow in rejection
My will is shattered again
My leeches, parasite friends
No man's an island they said
I breathe my solitary air
Explain myself to noone
Beautiful sad solitude

Hated, broken

Learn to ignore all the slurs
You can get used to all things

Hated, broken

Piss in the face of the sick
Unjust vendetta's uncool
Unjust, unwanted, reject
Uninformed, understood
A silence, broken my will
Afflicted, shattered and sick
Popularity stakes
Overrated you said
Isolation can feel like a Utopian state
To be this liked is to be suffocated you said
Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can be bare
Disturbed, unwanted at birth
The fucking joke that we are
I've never had any friends
Could be a sweet suicide
A fucking homo in flesh
To weak to protest

BEING A GIRL (PARTS ONE & TWO) LIVE

Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon
And I judge myself by the adverts I see
My deodorant hides the real me
These things elevate me above animals

I feel like being a girl
Being a girl, being a girl, being a girl, being a girl
And my life never tasted sweeter

I'm so boring, my clothes wanna keep
Someone else warm, someone cooler
Tax on cigarettes, treats my cancer
These things elevate me above animals

A frog, it cannot comprehend the sea
Nor me happiness
Girl is much to weak a word for me
Made from balsa wood

Being a girl
I want to experience being a girl

The only pureness left is preached by Marx
Time to contemplate
Never been informed there must be poor
Or the rich won't be rich no more

LIVE TELEVISION

On top of the hour (compulsive my behaviour)
I see my life through Sky News (keeping things in order)
Keep on watching on my wide-screen set
Can't contain myself
I'm going pay-per-view

Think I'll explode (in the corner of my room)
If I do too much gak (sits my one big eyeball)
It's with the advent of this pay-per-view
Can't control myself

I scratch my knee
I have to scratch the other
(This is Sky News) Documentaries are the best

Thru' my T.V., through my T.V.
All my problems come

I study quite hard (in the corner of my room)
When I should be in bed (sits my one big eyeball)
I'm in the Open University
A constant imprint of the test card on my eyes
I think I should rest (compulsive my behaviour)
Sleep on one side and then the other (keeping things in order)
Always searching for the Abilene
Can't control myself

All lyrics written by Paul Draper and Dominic Chad, except 'Six (Single Version)' and 'Six' lyrics written by Paul Draper