The Noise Who Runs

THE NOISE WHO RUNS

sneaker pimps – album ‘bloodsport’

lyrics Album released in 2002

Kiro TV

OK, you had sedatives and cold champagne

They say that must be the price of fame

It’s not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it

You’re not my friend to defend if you’re loving it

So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody’s hand

It doesn’t hurt if you think about your fans

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Like it’s oxygen

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Want your heroes dead

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

OK, they’ve got your file down at the CIA

They say you’re worse than Manson for the US of A

It’s not grief if you can see through the source of it

It’s only true if you’re bruised by the force of it

So Kurt I heard that you opened up your eyes

They call it work but it don’t make it civilised

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Like it’s oxygen

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Want your heroes dead

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

OK, so time takes your cigarette

They say, it puts it in your mouth then you’ll forget

No longer “live 105” – can you hear me?

The life expectancy of any popularity

So Kurt I heard that the side show bet your life

It doesn’t hurt, at the worst go “Nevermind”

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Like it’s oxygen

Kiro TV – they’ve got their visions again

Want your heroes dead

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

(It don’t hurt if you think of the fans)

—–

Sick

I’ll play your games with your sex, with electric shocks

Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots

I’ll play your games, learn to get on with your backward fans

Stick my body in the sun and help to get rid of the white tan

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

I’ll play your games, mark your names with the blackest spots

If you’re building me up to be the target for your cheap shots

I’ll play your games keep a blind eye on the main chance

Strip my body of its skin and try to cancel out the white trash

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

I’ll play your games if your aim is for the quick fix

Cos I know what you wanted and i know how you got it

I’ll play your games if you play out in the fast lane

Learn to jump into the road and learn to save a little lost face

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

And maybe then you wouldn’t get so sick of me

—–

Smalltown Witch

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up again

See black, see bloom

Died on an impulse over you

Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream

And loving you

And she hangs on youth

Crushing any feet to fit the shoes

Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth and cursing you

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up again

She whored, she graced

Bitching with the bottle, saving face

Blowing it out as the jury’s doubt is laid to waste

See black, see bloom

Choked up on heartburn, bleeding through

How does it feel now the ones that feed are biting you?

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up

Small town witch come to mess me up again

—–

Black Sheep

Don’t look now, we’re branded, we’re the black sheep

Sewn apart and Siamese – the black sheep

When the water seems too deep

The shadows always wait beneath

But laughing loud we brave the role of black sheep

If you see me you’ll be crossing the street

Or kick me and then leave me to bleed

If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills

But I take what it needs to be easy with the black sheep now

Don’t look now, we’re stranded here as black sheep

Swallowed whole and out of reach – the black sheep

Unsafe enough for now

We’re shepherded from higher ground

But drowned all out we save the role of black sheep

If you see me you’ll be crossing the street

Or kick me and then leave me to bleed

If looks could kill wouldn’t need all the pills

But I take what it needs to be easy with the black sheep now

With the black sheep now

—–

Loretta Young Silks

Got answers for everyone, endless excuses

Not habit for anyone, ‘cause I’m trying to break your click-track heart

Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed and lifeless

All contempt and aftertaste, it’s like I’m waiting for the scars to heal

You’re so Loretta Young silks, fashioning your self escape

You’re so Loretta Young silks, trading on your super waif

All style before content, using me as bait

You’re so Loretta Young silks, swapping your love for hate

Soft focus for full appeal, pictured as flawless

No context for self esteem, I’d be pushed to give your love on that

As far as the eye can see, too much perfection

Pure substance for wannabes, keeps you beating to a click-track heart

You’re so Loretta Young silks, fashioning your self escape

You’re so Loretta Young silks, trading on your super waif

All style before content, using me as bait

You’re so Loretta Young silks, swapping your love for hate

—–

M’aidez

M’aidez, throw aways, some things here have got to stay

A string of pearls, the strangest girl is happy with the western world

Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains

Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing

M’aidez this is no m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet

M’aidez this no m’aidez, m’aidez

Dead zones, half way homes, still life lived on mobile phones

But the girl had wings and precious things under sheets with tangled limbs

Wide awake at dawn, the sun will choose to shine on

Silence says it all

And reaching up and blessing

M’aidez this is no m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet

M’aidez this no m’aidez, m’aidez

The higher we climb, the smaller we seem, mad with possibility

No design, a zig-zag girl is happy with the western world

Painless Chinese burns, ties me down with daisy chains

Diamonds on her tongue and pleasure cuts and teasing

M’aidez this is no m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet

M’aidez this no m’aidez, m’aidez

M’aidez this is no m’aidez, open charms are lost on velvet

M’aidez this no m’aidez, m’aidez

—–

The Fuel

I’ve got the fuel in my head from the flesh, I need to break sweat

I’ve got the fuel and I might get offensive, I might be some threat

I want back doors, want blood on sheets again

Give me back doors, give me blood on sheets again

I’ve got the fuel like a thorn, cuts in deep

I want to see cheap

Like a rose on a bed without scent, I need my self spent

For shame’s sake by any other name

When the seeds take, it grows like weeds and spreads like flames

I’ve got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again

I’ve got the fuel but the fuel got me

Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again

I’ve got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again

I’ve got the fuel but the fuel got me

Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again

—–

Bloodsport

I want to be a kid again

Combed down hair and Sunday best

See me staying home and bunking school

Knowing wrong from right just rules

I wish I’d never seen your face

Better door than window phase

I need an echo, not your praise

Straying from the point you nailed

My mother, my mother, my mother never told me

My mother, my mother, my mother never told me

Love is just a bloodsport

Love is just a bloodsport

Cause love is just a bloodsport

Love is just a bloodsport

Sex and love is not a game

A game is something you can win

Maybe something kind of fun

But love is just a bloodsport, son

My mother, my mother, my mother never told

My mother, my mother, my mother never told me

Never told me

Never told me

Cause love is just a bloodsport

Love is just a bloodsport

Cause love is just a bloodsport

Love is just a bloodsport

—–

Think harder, think dumb

Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down

Drinking yourself to death, am I in touch now?

You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun

If you think you’re doing something special, it’s been done

So just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life, just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life, just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life, just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life

Too nouveau for sure, too rich in your opinion

The louder they come, the thicker they are so dream on

If you think you got style being limo-ed to the club

You may feel like a king but a coma looks more fun

So just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life, just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life ,just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life, just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life

—–

Blue Movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

So you had me going too, any dive that the taste just left

On a week of soloing, getting off on electro-flesh

All the boys and all the girls, making out and taking turns

The sound was going down, I could see how Jesus wept

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Exposure on a TV screen, technicolour rainbow kiss

Bruises on his solarplex, baby faced and biting lips

All the boys and all the girls, cutting ice with instant thrills

Insects on incest friends, heaven dressed that Judas spilled

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

So whatever happened to love talk and polite remarks

Mind willing and her body weak, she’s a star in a galaxy of real go fars

I’m the boy on all the girls, taking off their Bible belts

Storm girls on self destruct, and I can see how Jesus felt

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon

Watching movies, true blue movies

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