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Mary was a dancer, living in despair,
She made her peace with Jesus before she hit the stairs,
She needed him, she don’t know why.
Danny was a boxer living on the edge,
He liked the way she walked and she loved his killer stare.
She needed him, she don’t know why.
Devils are to blame,
God is on his way,
Watch those punches fly,
He is not to blame.
Buddy on the sofa, Judy on the bed,
He needs a little something to help him make the day
She needed him, she don’t know why
Sick of all the movies running through his head,
She used to find him sexy drinking on the stairs
She needed him, she don’t know why.
But I say,
Devils are to blame,
God is on his way,
Watch those punches fly,
He is not to blame.
Lying in a coma of despair,
As the tone and the moan and the bone,
Shoots right through me.
Well, she’s dying, you punched her down to the ground,
And shes trying, she’s trying to see she loves you.
Devil are to blame,
God is on his way,
Watch those punches fly,
He is not to blame.
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I watch as you dance into the devil’s lair,
With your flame red hair,
I wake from dreaming again.
I sit up to the sound of the driving rain,
I must take you away,
I can’t go through this again.
And I, I can see it is all in your mind
Everything is a day out of time.
And you say, can’t afford California today
Coming home on a train,
Didn’t work out this way,
Now Texas, coming down on a Greyhound today,
You decide either way,
I’ve got something to say.
And I’m feeling alone , I’ve got nothing to say
I’m not sleeping these days,
Need to see you once more,
I’ve been turning inside and I’m burning with shame,
I’m not sleeping alone,
I’m getting sick of this way.
And I, I can see what is all in your mind,
Everything is a day out of time
And you say, can’t afford California today
Coming home on a train,
It’ll work out this way,
Now Texas, coming down on a Greyhound today,
You decide either way,
I’ve got something to say.
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At the best I,
Can see the crazy spirits in your mind.
At the best I,
Will rescue you,
At the best I,
Can free you from the troubles in your life,
At the best I will rescue you, rescue you.
Can’t believe what Im saying
Can’t believe that it’s true,
When I think about the things that I'm saying,
All I hear is,
Take me home.
All I hear is,
Take me home
Like the first time,
It's easy but it’s not the way they say,
Believe you me,
At the best I,
Will let you know,
At the last I’ll,
Step down and say I never had a chance
To rescue you,
At best I can,
Rescue me, rescue me.
Can’t believe what Im saying
Can’t believe that it’s true,
When I think about the things that I'm saying,
All I hear is,
Take me home.
All I hear is,
Take me home
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Ever felt alone in a world full of feelings?
I was singing in the desert to the sound of screaming.
When I sprayed him with mace I swear that I was dreaming.
Bunny had a gun, I smiled as I watched him.
And I swear it on the Bible, and I shout it at the shadows.
And I’ll swear it at the trial, I don’t care what you got now.
Bunny had a gun, I’m the one that she follows.
I see a man on the ground and he’s lying in the shallows.
He was coming on strong, now he’s kind of mellow,
I’m surprised that he stayed on his belly as the blood flows.
And I swear it on the Bible, and I shout it at the shadows.
And I’ll swear it at the trial, I don’t care what you got now.
And I swear it on the Bible, and I shout it at the shadows.
And I’ll swear it at the trial, I don’t care what you got now.
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Can you hear what I’m saying?
I’m talking to you.
If i seem introverted,
I’m thinking it through.
If you think that it’s funny,
I’ll do it to you,
I’ll bring you down, down, down, down.
I’ll bring you down.
You and me on the forecourt,
I want you to stay.
I can be a little crazy,
When dealing with pain.
We can see where I’m heading,
Don’t get in my way.
I’ll bring you down, down, down, down.
I’ll bring you down.
There are days when I’m tortured with emotion,
I’ll bring it back to you.
If I’m hurt and contorted, but I miss you,
Oh, I’ll blame it all on you.
I’ll bring you down,
I’ll bring you down.
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Say what you like,
You’re not awake.
Go out and face
The light of day,
Do you hear your voice say
I’m ok.
Did you try to fight the fear away?
So you stand revealed and you wont be healed,
And you try to stare the pain away
You stand so strong,
And you can’t be wrong,
And you try to stare the tears away.
And so we see you falling..
We see you falling.
Say that you hate the fact
That some of us will see right through you,
And so we see you falling..
We see you falling.
You punch the wall,
Your point is lost.
Weeping like a child,
You count the cost.
Filled with regret,
You do your worst.
You ugly child,
You must be first
But when you get hard,
A heart of steel,
And you try to stare the pain away,
So when you cry,
I’ll hold your eye,
And you try to stare the tears away
And so we see you falling..
We see you falling.
Say that you hate the fact
That some of us will see right through you,
And so we see you falling..
We see you falling.
So you stand revealed and you wont be healed,
Try to stare the pain away.
You stand so strong, you can’t be wrong.
Gotta stare the tears away.
Say what I like.
You’re not awake.
Turn and face the light of day,
Did you hear your voice say, I’m ok.
Did you hear your voice say, I’m ok.
Not a little boy now
Time to stand the pain,
Crying in the rain
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I am a lily alone boy,
And I want you to need me too.
And if I give it all up girl,
Will you need me like I need you?
And so I give up my flesh as I grind on the video,
Rocking in my underwear
You see me wet as I grind as I grind on the video,
Rocking on a pole.
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
Sliding down a pole?
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
Can you hear me?
And did I get you in the middle o your eye,
When I walked onto the screen in the corner of your room?
Can you hear me?
And if I’m giving it a little baby cry,
I’m a woman to the core as I strip it to the bone.
Can you hear me?
And do you like the way the camera does my thighs,
As I shake it for the lens and I ram the picture home?
And if I’m giving it a little slutty sigh,
I’m a daughter to the core and a Christian to the bone.
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
Sliding down a pole?
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
And so I give up my flesh as I grind on the video,
As naked as they dare to show,
But I wear a little top on the kiddie show,
But I’m still rocking on a pole…
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
Sliding down a pole?
Can you hear me?
Rocking in your bed, on your stereo?
And if I seem insecure, boy,
It’s cos I see me through your eyes.
And if I crawl across the floor,
It will help you to want me.
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The Live in France album was as it suggests, a live recording of a gig. As a girl band, even before and after Rockbitch, there were always doubts as to our musical competence due to our gender. 'They must be miming to a backing track', which, obviously would have been recorded originally by male musicians, was a fairly regular assumption in France.
Our response to this relentless tiresomeness was to record a gig as an album. It did make the lies about our musicianship during the Rockbitch years particularly annoying, as it seemed we were damned if we did and damned if we didn't. My reference quote for this is the news clip with the vocal 'They can't sing, can't play, and one thing we do know, is the lead singer has a really big ass'
Many of these tracks stayed on the roster into the USA, but videos were only made for two; Hear Me, before leaving France, and Cry Me, whilst in the USA.
