Viva Hate
Album - 14 marzo 1988 - Debaser id 442

Were you and he Lovers?
And would you say so if you were?
On a forecourt
On a Friday
Passing my way

Oh...
Were you and he Lovers?
And if you were, then say that you were!
On a groundsheet
Under canvas
With your tent-flap
open wide

A note upon his desk
"P.S. Bring Me Home And Have Me!"
Leather elbows on a tweed coat
-Oh!-
Is THAT the best you can do?
So came his reply :
"But on the desk is where I want you!"

So I ask (even though I know):
Were you and he Lovers?

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench
Where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In this seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come Nuclear Bomb!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face
On your face...

Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some grease-tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
No no no
He does not want to depress you
Oh no no no no no
He only wants to impress you

Bengali in platforms
He only wants to embrace your culture
And to be your friend forever
Forever

Bengali, Bengali
Bengali, Bengali
Oh, shelve your Western plans
And understand
That life is hard enough when you belong here

A silver-studded rim that glistens
And an ankle-star that.. blinds me
A lemon sole so very high
Which only reminds me to tell you
"Break the news gently
Break the news to him gently"
Shelve your plans, shelve your plans, shelve them

Bengali, Bengali
It's the touchy march of time that binds you
Don't blame me
Don't hate me
Just because I'm the one to tell you
That life is hard enough when you belong here
That life is hard enough when you belong here

Shelve your Western plans
Shelve your Western plans
'Cause life is hard enough when you belong
Life is hard enough when you belong here

Shelve your Western plans
'Cause life is hard when you belong here
Life is hard enough when you belong

(Winter coming
Winter for sure, For sure
Oh, winter for sure
Winter - the snow, winter moves on)

The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house - goodbye stairs
I was born here, I was raised here and
I took some stick here
Love at first sight may sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list the details
Of everything you ever wore
Or said, or how you stood that day
As we spend the last night on Maudlin Street
"Goodbye house, forever!"
I never stole a happy hour around here
Where the world's ugliest boy
He became what you see
Here I am - the ugliest man
Oh the last night on Maudlin Street
Truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you
When I sleep with that picture of
You framed beside my bed
Oh, it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room
By the bed (...yes, I told you it was silly...)
And I know I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh, truly I love you
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But you know, no one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches all around my head
The last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
So, he drove me home in the van
complaining: "Women only like me for my mind.."
Don't leave your torch behind, a power-cut ahead 1972, you know
And so we crept through the park
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline for you
But you without clothes
Oh I could not keep a straight face
Me - without clothes?
Well, a nation turns its back and gags..
and I'm packed
I am moving house
A half-life disappears today
With every hag waves me on
Secretly wishing me gone
Well, I will be soon
Oh - I will be soon, I will be soon..
There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away in a police car
Dear Inspector - don't you know?
Don't you care? Don't you know about Love?
Your gran died and your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain and ashamed
With never time to say
Those special things
I took the keys from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar!
Oh.. truly I love you
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
I hope you're singing now
Oh I do, I hope you're singing now

Why do you come here?
And why..
Why do you hang around?
I'm so sorry
I'm so...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know.. Oh why do you come?

Why do you telephone?
And why..
Send me silly notes?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me?
When you know.. Oh why do you come?

You had to sneak into my room
Just to read my diary
It was just to see
Just to see
All the things you knew
I'd written about you
Oh so many illustrations, oh but
I'm so very sickened, Oh
I am so sickened NOW

It was a good lay, good lay...

The strange logic in your clumsiest line
(It stayed, it stayed) it stayed emblazoned on my mind
You say, break up the family
And let's begin to live our lives
I want to see all my friends tonight
It wasn't Youth, it wasn't Life
Born Old, sadly wise
Resigned (well, we were)
To ending our lives
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those awful times
I want to see all my friends tonight
Yes, you found love, but you weren't
At peace with your life
Home late, full of hate
Despise the ties that bind
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those younger years
I'm in love for the first time
And I don't feel bad
Let me see all my old friends
Let me put my arms around them
Cause I really do love them
Now does that sound mad?
Captain of games, solid framed
I stood on the touchline
Hailstones, driven home
In a car - no brakes? I don't mind
I'm so glad to grow older
To move away from those darker years
Oh, I'm in love for the first time
And I don't feel bad
So wish me luck my friends
Goodbye
So wish me luck again
Goodbye
Wish me luck my friends
Goodbye

(Mmm... wish me luck, my friends
Goodbye)
Ahh...
Ahh...

Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free -
Or what?

Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me?
I've got faith in you

I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
Or, it could save my life

Oh, here is London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it real?

And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All of the day..

Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
"I'm gonna sue you"
Oh, I really felt for you ...mmm...

So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me?
Change me, change

Oh, here in London
"Home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it real?
And you're always busy
Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All of the day...

I don't mind
I don't mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone

So now you send me your hardened 'regards'
When once you'd send me 'Love'
Sincerely I must tell you
Your mild 'best wishes'
They make me suspicious

I don't mind
I don't mind if you forget me
Having learned my lesson
I never left an impression on anyone
The pressure to change, to move on
Was strange
And very strong
So this is why I tell you
I really do understand
Bye bye

I don't mind if you forget me
No no no no no no no

You can only be strong for so long
It may not eat you but it will beat you
So this is why I tell you
I really don't understand
This time

Rejection is one thing
But rejection from a fool
Is cruel
Rejection is one thing
But rejection from a fool
Is cruel
And I don't mind if you forget me
I don't mind if you forget me

Further into the fog I fall
Well, I was just
Following you!
When you said :
"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"
(Dial-A-Clich�)
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(Dial-A-Clich�)
Dial-A-Clich�
Dial-A-Clich�
But the person underneath
Where does he go ?
Does he slide by the wayside ?
Or ... does he just die ?
And you find that you've organized
Your feelings, for people
Who didn't like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say :
"Do as I do and scrap your fey ways"
(Dial-A-Clich�)
"Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
(Dial-A-Clich�)
"The Safe way is the only way !
There's always time to change, son !"
I've changed
But I'm in pain !
Dial-A-Clich�

The kind people
Have a wonderful dream
Margaret on the guillotine
Cause people like you
Make me feel so tired
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?
When will you die?

And people like you
Make me feel so old inside
Please die


And kind people
Do not shelter this dream
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make the dream real
Make it real
Make the dream real
Make it real