back to sci fi lullabies Lazy 2 April 7, 1997 01. lazy 02. sadie 03. digging a hole

Lazy
Here they come with their make-up on
As lovely as the clouds, come and see them,
Boys and girls and their mums and their words
And their romances and jobs and their sons,
Barking mad kids, lonely dads
Who drug it up to give it some meaning,
From the raves and the council estates
They're reminding us there's things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
You and me, so lazy...
Here they come gone 7am
Getting satellite and sky getting cable,
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
Who just really really want to be loved,
Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
Helping out around the disabled,
From the flats and the maisonettes
They're reminding us there's things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
You and me, so lazy...
Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, ah, ah, ah, ah
You and me, all we want to be is lazy,
You and me, so lazy...
You and me, all we want to be is lazy,
You and me, so lazy...
It's you and me, it's you and me, it's you and me... 


Sadie
Inside her, is the suburbs,
In the sodium lights and the streets
In parked cars and the pretty parks,
In every lonely disease
And the new love's under covers,
In the cold touch of the right
In the dead flowers and the silent hours,
In the night clubs and the fights
Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Sadie
Inside her, is the suburbs,
In the old front rooms in the rain
In all the bad days, and the music that plays
In the bored kids and their games
In the new love's under covers,
And the young mums and their worlds
Who are left at home when all the kids have grown,
Watching the pretty young girls
Cold, cold as the night 
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Sadie
Cold, cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh you know she, she's cold as the night
High as the trees, slow as you like
Oh, I've got to take it
and I've got to fake it
And I've got to steal it
and I've got to feel it
And I've got to use it
and I've got to bruise it
And I've got to be
Sadie, Sadie 


Digging A Hole
I've drunk to much, too long to you
Feel so much older, but I'm only 22
She said she was an artist, when I met her in the street
She sleeps right through the afternoon and throws up on the sheets
She took me to a hotel where she watched the evenings end
And cried into her coffee swearing she was on the mend
Two tortured souls
Digging a hole, when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart, instead of mine, instead of mine
I took a night bus down to the park
I climbed over the gate and then I ran into the dark
He said he was an artist on his bench under a tree
He said he liked to see the stars but not on nights like these
Two tortured souls
Digging a hole, when we need to climb
I wish I had your heart, instead of mine,
I've drunk too much to belong to you
I looked to all the people to help me make it through
And everyone's an artist, and they've all got things to say
They know the words to say it all, but just not what to say
Just as night follows day,
Everything alive falls into decay
That's why I wish I had your heart, instead of mine
Yes, I wish I had your heart, instead of mine

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