Collaboration Sneaker Pimps album ‘Becoming X’

Sneaker Pimps – album ‘Becoming X’

lyrics

released in 1996

Low Place Like Home


You walked all over, in your blunderstones

In your own road movie, with your one armed man

Gonna make it to the problem page, troubleshoot your life

Gonna make it to the problem page, need some time and space


Just to find yourself

I hope you find yourself

In a low place like home

Low place like home


You talked it over from your bedroom throne

Making sense of nothing, with your one armed man

Read your future in the magazine, search your stars for clues

Read your future in the magazine, tells you what to lose


Just to find yourself

I hope you find yourself

In a low place like home

Low place like home

I hope you find yourself

In a low place like home


You fall all over, with your small town heels

Catching hold of nothing, like your one armed man

Treat your life like a tragedy, self-inflict abuse

Treat your life like a tragedy, precious else to choose


Crucify yourself

I’ll bet you find yourself


Low place like home

Low place like home

Low place like home

Low place like home


ENDS


Tesko Suicide


Phone me and I’ll hang up

Sick and tired of being bubble gum chewed up

Dark lane, bleak house, shrinking rose

You’re over and out


Tie a cherry bootstring

Put your candy teeth in

Choking on a sweetheart

Hang up, hang up, hang up


Go on girls – solo

Go on girls – take a chance

Go on girls – trust it

Go on girls – the truth is


Cut your hair wear a chip on your shoulder

Get ahead, get laid, get it over

Cheap show, back seat martyr’s pose

You’re over and out


I’m checking out of my senses

Buying best defences

Putting on the trousers

Hang up, hang up, hang up


Go on girls – solo

Go on girls – take a chance

Go on girls – trust it

Go on girls – the truth is

So, so single

So low – the truth is


You want the day to fit to a soundtrack

Get a story, get a life, and get back

You’ve got nothing to shout about

You’re over and out


I’m checking out of my senses

Buying best defences

Fired up on free-will

Hang up, hang up, hang up


Go on girls – solo

Go on girls – take a chance

Go on girls – trust it

Go on girls – the truth is

So, so single

So low – the truth is

So, so single

So low – the truth is


ENDS




Six Underground


Laid out low, nothing to go

Nowhere a way to meet


I’ve got a head full of drought down here

So far off losing out round here

Overground, watch this space

I’m open to falling from grace


Calm me down, bring it ’round

Too way high off your street

I can see like nothing else in me

you’re better than I wanna be


Don’t think ’cause I understand I care
Don’t think ’cause I’m talking we’re friends

Overground, watch this space

I’m open to falling from grace


Talk me down, safe and sound

Too strung up to sleep

Wear me out, scream and shout

Swear my time’s never cheap


I fake my life like I’ve lived too much

I take whatever you’re given, not enough

Overground, watch this space

I’m open

I fake my life like I’ve lived too much

I take whatever you’re given, not enough

Overground, watch this space

I’m open to falling from grace


ENDS


Becoming X


You can keep breathing

I only fall when you are near me

Incomplete

I only talk when you can hear me

Keep dreaming

Can’t wake up until i’m sleeping

Lost on me

Close to something i’d never be


If i just stay here

Close my eyes can you still see me

Obsolete

Very nearly something to see

See me

I can’t wake up for sleeping

Incomplete

Very nearly something to be

Still see me

There’s a punishment needed

Obsolete

Very nearly something to be


Very nearly something to be


You can keep trying

Drown in sleep to be flying

See for miles

Something that I wanted to be

I can’t wake this dream

Prototype ends up has been

Incomplete

The consequence of something to be


ENDS


Spin Spin Sugar


I’m everyone, I feel used

I’m everyone, I need you

I’m everyone, hang your label on me

I’m everyone, paint it black and white and easy

I want perfection, I’m real need

I’ve seen attention, see through me

I’m everyone, sticks in me

I’m everyone, sticks with me


Call on me

Spin spin sugar

Crawl on me

Spin spin sugar

Stinks on me

Spin spin sugar

Twists for me

Spin spin sugar


I’ve seen attention, see through me

I want perfection, I’m real need

I’m everyone, sticks in me

I’m everyone, sticks with me


Call on me

Spin spin sugar

Crawl on me

Spin spin sugar

Stinks on me

Spin spin sugar

Twists for me

Spin spin sugar


ENDS


Post-Modern Sleaze


She looks ahead

She paints her toenails red

She’s wet and wild

A typical 90’s child


She makes every move they make

She takes everything they take

She must be a Thelma or Louise

She must be a post-modern sleaze


Unscrew the wine

She’ll throw a party line

Stories extreme

She’s such a drama queen

Cries through the night

She choked on Marlboro lites

Pure charm and grace

She hates her pretty face


She makes every move they make

She takes everything they take

She must be a Thelma or Louise

She must be a post-modern sleaze


Straw spun from gold

She craves a tortured soul

All doom and gloom

She plays an open wound


She takes every scene they steal

She fakes every pain they feel

She must be a Thelma or Louise

She must be a post-modern tease


ENDS


Waterbaby


Your heart is served cold

Your sights are set in perfect stone

And when you go you go alone

And when you stand you’re on your own

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home


We’re nothing like friends

You have no time to lend

And if you’re guilt then I’m the shame

And if I’m hurt then you’re the blame

You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again

You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again


Random laid plans

Forty days of one night stands

And when you go you go alone

You walk the cross you made your own

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home

I wash the streets from your skin when you come home


ENDS


Roll On


Roll on, these doors are open

Roll off, you can come next time

I’m in love with your confusion, on your knees

When you’re breathing through your elbows

Down on me, down on me


Roll on, roll off

Roll on, roll off

Don’t take that wrong

Don’t take that wrong

Roll up, these doors are open

Load up, come next time

Don’t try to hurry me along

Just walk ahead a little gone

A little gone


Roll on, roll off

Roll on, roll off

Don’t take that wrong


Roll on, going down on me

Roll off, make it easy on me

You can’t think you’re someone special on your knees

We’re throwing punches underwater

Sink with me, sink with me


Roll on, roll off

Roll on, roll off

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking

Something is sinking


ENDS


Wasted Early Sunday Morning


You’re not the sun

It’s just a light

Waking early Sunday morning

You’re not the church

It’s just the bells

Ringing sweetly through the house

And in this sense of mind

You’re not an answer

And I am not this prayer


You’re still in reach

I please myself

Wasting early Sunday morning

You’re not my lead

You’re just my help

Talk the edge off sheer denial

And in this state of mind

You want I want

Nothing close to what I need


I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in

I breathe you in


Suit yourself

Lose myself

Breaking early Sunday morning

You’re not the sun

You’re not my church

I still hold some self control

But in this sense of mind

I’m still too high

Look no hands


I breathe you in

Breathe you in

Breathe you in

Breathe you in

Breathe you in


ENDS


Walking Zero


Sacrifice my vanity

Kick off my heels

A careless weight on your hatred

Understand, it’s so simple

A simple please

To keep the faithful on a wounded knee


To the madness i do confess

I never see myself as blessed

confused unaddressed

Like a saviour i do caress

The truth is boredom more or less

unused, obsessed


My time is only given up to you

Too much to choose

It’s not mine to contemplate if i can lose

With this blood on my shoes


Compromise in full extreme

Cut off my heels

Name a price on what’s sacred

Guaranteed, I’ve got something

A royal disease

Take a flood to clean these streets


To the madness i do confess

Forever see myself as blessed

immune, obsessed

Like a saviour i do caress

The truth is boredom, it’s excess

take more, give less


My time is only given up to you

Too much to choose

It’s not mine to contemplate if i can lose

With this blood on my shoes

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