Bitch's Brew - Nomeansno

Of course I think about it
I think about it all the time
Things cross your mind, you can't help it
What you said, what I said
What you did, what I did
But it's all in the past now, what's the difference
You can't change it

I will never be the same I will never change
It will be a long time

When I think about it now, I know you were right
There were too many secrets to keep
Too many obstacles to overcome
And all that talk just made me tired
When I think about it now
When I think about you
I know you were right

You will never be the same you will never change
It will be a long time

I like the graveyard shift
It's quiet, I can read all night
I don't mind wearing a uniform
I don't mind walking in the dark
You make your rounds, you check all the locks
And when the sun rises, when everyone is getting up
You punch out and go home

It will never be the same it will never change
It will be a long time



Sunken wrecks rise from the
Sand silent ships on dry land
While waves are crashing overhead
We cultivate our tulip beds
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea
We're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating
Under the sea

Comrade, are we still alive?
Yes, the righteous will abide
Comrade, must we stand alone?
Does cold rain fall on hard stone?
Beneath the flood no one survives
Build a wall and stay alive hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea we're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating
Under the sea

Comrade, do you hear the sound
Of water dripping on wet ground?
Comrade, are those tears I see
Like stars above the Zuider Zee?
Like rain upon a dark sea wall
Will those tear drops ever fall?
Hard work and honesty
The lowland is the place to be
We're under the sea we're under the sea

Sail on, look for me I'm floating

Comrade, d'you hear that? it's water it's rushing water



In our town, murders, happen everyday
When the temperature, rises they open the hydrants, and let the children play
In our town, friday, is payroll day
The taverns open, the sun goes down, the neon signs make a grand display
In our town, murders, happen everyday
There are whores walking the streets
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
We've got cops walking the beat
Stopping all the strangers they meet
Tn our town, martyrs, hang from the gallows pole
Newsboys cry on every corner, some high and mighty, has been brought low
In our town, friends, gather on the boulevard
The merchants are fat and happy, the beggar's life is hard
In our town, martyrs, hang in the gallows yard

There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh
There are guns, guns - the fire and smoke scratch my breath
There are guns, guns - and empty eyes staring up in death
There are guns, guns - banging on the door of flesh in our town

Muezzins, call form the minarets
Monks bow before their beggar bowls
While christians smoke their cigarettes
In our town, prophets, warn of a judgement day
Young girls hang out of window sills, a flowery frame for their charms' display
In our town, the river, smells of oil and sh_t
A hundred cranes stand in the harbour, loading a hundred ships
In our town a thousand tongues speak from a thousand lips
We've got whores walking the streets
Stopping all the strangers they meet
We've got cops walking the beat
They ain't pretty and they ain't cheap
In our town, the skyline, is like a mountain range
The streets are wind swept canyons, the central park is a grassy plain
In our town, the saints, smile down on festival days
In tropical plumage, the black girls dance for the king of the big parade
In our town, the bosses, curse the working man
Husbands curse their wives, and then they raise their hands

[Refrains]

In our town the sirens answer to 911
Another soul is flying free from another mother's son
In our town, the bodies, are cremated by the riverside
Up to the morning sun they rise
The flames, the smoke, the widow's cries
A stain of ashes, soot and sparks upon the dawning, rosy light
In our town, the skyline, looks down upon the riverside



Thumb it on the plunger and press it to your inner thigh
A spot of blood, a strand of hair beneath the bathroom light
I want to kiss it and make it feel better
I want to trace in it the twenty fourth letter
But I'm sick of it already I'm just a little too high
We'll walk a block and stand in line and watch the flashing lights
The bouncer is a friend of mine, he'll get us in all right
But when we kiss, please don't look me in the eye
When our tongues are twisted, just close them tight
Don't you prefer a bitter taste to a bitter sight?

I do
I'm just a little too high

Lizard brains and mucus stains and greasy little dove's thighs
Broken wings for eyebrows over glaring, multi-coloured eyes
A clearly traced rib-cage beneath your underarms
Yours finger spread like starfish
It won't do you no harm - so why do you cry?
You're just a little too high
Juvenile delinquents are screaming on the street, black cars and white cars meet
Like cats and sharks and laughing voices peak above the fumes and the rumble
Shots ring out from down the street, skirts ride clear of thighs, hair tumbles
Anger and vomit collide with a right cross
You look a little sick, you look a little lost
You say you can see frost on my breath through my phoney, frozen smile
Excuse me?
You're just a little too

Tangled intravenous tubes, the smell of alcohol and glue
A dildo candle in a skull, you know the routine very well
Your lower back is arched and stiff under my claws
And like a crocodile child I nestle in your jaws
A friend's space, just beds in a place
Is that a nipple? is that a cock?
Surely something sensuous has trickled over us
Like streams of come on porcelain, like cold rain on a rock
We are multi-coloured candies, sweet and hard
Or the salty, jagged edges of crystal quartz
And as you roll over the covers
From one mouth to another
I almost miss you, I almost say goodbye
But I'm a little too high



You will not follow me
Hello, goodbye

Take the first turn and head straight south
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park
Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot
Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign
There you are, there you are
Wait a minute, I see, I see

Hello, goodbye

You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs
A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history
To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak
To the west bay windows letting in the light
A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night
you stand over there and I'll stay here
Now I see, now I see

Hello, goodbye
You will not follow me
A prophet without disciples
A teacher without students
A shepherd without sheep
Wait a minute, I see, I see
You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me
Follow me
You will not follow me

The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar
And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames
You hand me up the cup and I'll read the book
And then together we'll all sing
What shall we sing? what shall we sing?
You will not follow me



I had to call, I know it's late
I had to talk, I had to hear you
Say something, say anything

The line is silent but I feel your breath
That silence - it's death, it's death
It's killing me

There is so much that I regret
I can't exist like this
I need forgiveness

Play along now ,keep him on now

Across the boundaries of time and space
We will hunt him with our deadly trace
I was sitting home on my own
I just thought I would phone
Just thought I would phone, yeah

I got your number and I know where you live
I don't wanna hurt you, I just want to give
My heart my heart, do you hear it, I'll rip it out

I still hear those cries and those tears
That look in your eyes
I just wanna apologize
I'm sorry, god, I'm sorry

All that I've done all my mistakes
I can't live with my disgrace, I'm damned

Play along now, sing a song now

With the aid of our technology
We will s_ck him down eventually

I was sitting home on my own I
Just thought I would phone
Just thought I would phone, yeah

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells

I am a crab, I live in a shell
You call this living, I call it
Hell! I'm living in hell

I see your picture on the bedroom door
That's all I have to hang onto
Anymore

That's all I've got that's just one voice, it's loud and it's clear
The day of judgement, it's here

Play along now, sing along now

I was sitting home on my own
I just thought I would phone
Just thought I would phone, yeah



Fog and night after a thirsty day
It was a hot sun beating on an empty plate, you know
That damn dog's barking at the hissing cars
I hear whispers from afar
What was that? what did you say? does what really matter anyway?
Dark eyes staring at the wall
Mascara crumbling beneath the fall of eyelids drooping down
Answer me! what did you say? why do you have to be this way?
"What way is that", was her reply
She smiled and raised her big brown eyes
She said, "i don't give a damn what you do
And I really don't care what happens to you
You can whistle in the dark if you remember the tune
And recite your litany of gloom and doom
But there is one thing you can do for me..."
She shifted her ass and spread her knees
She said, " I don't give a damn what you
Do just pour me a glass of that b_tch's brew
No, I really don't care what happens to you do
I want a long cold glass of that b_tch's brew"

The rain is coming down in sheets
Windshield's trickling jagged streaks
It's a scripture written on tinted glass
Hissing like a snake in the grass
Something hard lies on the seat
My lips move but I don't speak
My eyes are glued to that blinking sign
And I just sit there, biding my time
"Cheap rooms" it says "open all the time"
Handcuffs ring a tightened fist
Lipstick smears a bloodied lip
What's mine is mine, that's what
I know to have and hold, to keep control
That's all I know
That's all I know and I don't really care what happens next
This has nothing to do with sex
I just need something to see me through
Something to keep me from coming unglued
I don't know what I'll do, wait,... I know what I'll do
I know what I'll do I'll pop the cork on that b_tch's brew
I'll take a long stiff pull on that b_tch's brew

I don't want no more I don't want no more
The bartender dragged me across the floor
Don't worry, man, that guy is long gone
"Maybe you shouldn't called him a f_cking moron
You shouldn't start things you can't see through
Wow, that guy sure made a mess of you"
Now I lay me down to sleep and pray the lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, you'll know I had a belly ache
"Shut up, man, shut up, man, you're brain is fried
Now don't stare at me with that look in your eyes"
What's mine is mine what's mine is mine
Said the frog to the snake as he crawled from the slime
My brain is fine, my brain, my brain, my brain is fine
How's that for a goddamned coupled rhyme
"Look man, why don't you just get on this stool
You ain't no poet, you're just a f_cking fool"
I don't know what I'll do I don't know what I'll do
"Try doing what's right
Seek serenity in a world of delights
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights
Till boom, boom, boom, out go the lights"
Yea, that's going to help me to see me through
Like that's going to keep me from coming unglued
"Look man, I really don't give a f_ck what you do
And I don't really care what happens to you
But there's maybe one little thing that I can do
I'll pour you a shot of that b_tch's brew
Yea, one quick belt of that b_tch's brew
Then you've have to leave, we're closing
You know what they say
You don't have to go home
But you can't stay here"


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