Be Good To Yourself
Is there a place deep within
A place where you hide you're darkest sins
There's a strange kind of ambiance,
its surrounding you.
As a songstress you lure me,
towards the truth.
Candles die down as you leave the room
In my heart you leave no gloom
As you lure meI know the truth
You're a leprechaun, I see you through.
Is there a place deep within
A place where you hide you're darkest sins
There's a strange kind of ambiance,
its surrounding you.
As a songstress you lure me,
towards the truth.
A place where you hide you're darkest sins
There's a strange kind of ambiance,
its surrounding you.
As a songstress you lure me,
towards the truth.
Candles die down as you leave the room
In my heart you leave no gloom
As you lure meI know the truth
You're a leprechaun, I see you through.
Is there a place deep within
A place where you hide you're darkest sins
There's a strange kind of ambiance,
its surrounding you.
As a songstress you lure me,
towards the truth.
HIT THE NORTH, V1
Hit the North
My Cat says eeeee-ack
Hit the North
95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed [1]
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God [2]
Religioussssss
Hit the North
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath
There's no lights so pretty
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Savages...
Hit the North (Manacled to the system)
From the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium,
Eastender and Victoria's lager, the induced call, mysterious,
comes
forth - Hit the North
(Savages)
Hit the North