LYRICS

Playing With Cliches

Setting my guitar on fire, playing with cliches
People‘s thirst is my desire, playing with cliches
What you want ain‘t what I got, playing with cliches

Singing songs ‘bout getting higher, playing with cliches
Girl I‘m true I ain‘t no liar playing with cliches
All affairs just for the camera, playing with cliches

Every melody‘s been written, every word‘s been said
If you thought your style was new then you have been misled
Every melody‘s been written, every word‘s been said
If you thought your style was new then you have been misled

Posing on my monitor, playing with cliches
Learn to clap on two and four, playing with cliches
Is this what you came here for? playing with cliches?

Pissing free against the wind, playing with cliches
Critical‘s the state I‘m in, playing with cliches
Underneath the ice is thin, playing with cliches

Every melody‘s been written, every word‘s been said
If you thought your style was new then you have been misled
Every melody‘s been written, every word‘s been said
If you thought your style was new then you have been misled


King Of Cool

I never claimed to be the great Houdini
But I only leave traces where nobody can see
So don‘t try this at home I‘m a professional
I make the tough stuff look cool and casual
Letting it all hang out ‘cause I know what it‘s about
So turn your stereo up and play the music loud
Who‘s the wise man no and tell me who is the fool
The only one that remains
Is the king of cool

You‘re digging that old school style
My rhymes are sharper than the teeth of a reptile
We‘re letting the feeling grow
Our hearts still beating at the after show
I‘ll fullfill your dreams, at least now, so it seems
We‘ll be making up schemes, crazy as black eyed beans
So who‘s the wise man now and tell me who is the fool
The only one that remains
Is king of cool

Will the image that has been built
Keep me safe from the blame and guilt
And what if it really does
Is it really ‘bout me or what about is the fuss
Am I making progress, am I standing still
Aiming for fun, but shooting to kill
Who‘s the wise man now and tell me who‘s the fool
The one that restrains
Is the king of cool

Hot Summer Night

Big black flies buzzing ‘round my room
It‘s hard to keep cool in this afternoon gloom
Cheap thrills, no skills on television
But for most they remain their one and only vision

Well the hot day eventually turned into hot night
No lights, ‘cause otherwise mosquitos will bite
You can feel every drop of sweat dripping on the bed
And once again you‘re watching movies in your head

Well, what a hot summer night
Well, what a hot summer night

It is impossible to sleep in this heated room
Outside dogs are howling at the moon
My downstairs neighbour is yellin‘ at his wife
Although she died twenty years ago, what a life

I decide to get up again and take another shower
Try to turn on my stereo, but there‘s no power
The landlord must have cut it off again
That‘s his job, I should have paid the bill my friend

Well, what a hot summer night
Well, what a hot summer night

The flowers all start looking like a weaping willow
I return to my bed and lay my head upon the pillow
but I can‘t find sleep I‘m dazing in a dream
Getting munchies, dreaming ‘bout chocolate and cheese

The forecast says that the heatwave remains
So tomorrow night it will be just the same
Maybe I‘ll find a baby who will me through alright
And does the best she can do
On a hot summer night

Bloody Kisses

Bloody kisses for my valentine
Your mask is cheap like from a pantomime
And the face that it shows
Is a tale that‘s been told
A hundred times before

Bloody kisses for my valentine
The truth in you is sometimes hard to find
And your wisdom inside
Ain‘t so tight
If the time and place ain‘t right

Bloody kisses for my valentine
Your lips so tender like a glass of wine
And I knew that you would
Play your part good
But you‘re better than you should

Bloody kisses for my valentine
Your fading beauty still is so sublime
But to me you‘re the most
Raise my glass for a toast
Here‘s to you my valentine

All Of My Lies

Sitting in a sofa made of chocolate raisins
Licking on a salty piece of pie
The face inside the picture frame starts making faces
And when I turn around it starts to cry
You close the door to hide the good things by your side
Why do you take a blind man as your only guide

Everyday it shows, nobody knows, nobody knows

Birdies flying silently across my basement
Moaning about the state of your disguise
The maskerade a dull parade of worn out faces
A question to which everyone replies
And when you close the door the sun can‘t hurt your eyes
As long as you get your share you‘ll take all of my lies

Everyday it shows, noboy knows, nobody knows

You drew a thin red line and tried to stay away
The threshold‘s gone and there is no turning away

Sitting in a sofa made of chocolate raisins
Licking on a salty piece of pie
The face inside the picture frame starts making faces
And when I turn around it starts to cry
You close the door to hide the good things by your side
Beneath us all the answer lies why we can‘t fly

Everyday it shows, nobody knows, nobody knows