@ALBUM: TONIGHT (EP) @ARTIST: PATRIK FITZGERALD @SONG: MRS & MRS ---------------- The car pulled up at the family home To pick up another one, take them away Through the town, they're very young, he's getting married today... To the church, a party after, the peal of bells, the ring of laughter Through the hall, it fills them all, she's getting married today... There's the bridesmaid, there's the relations, there's the crying mother... The chauffeur lies out in the sun beside the bride's young brother... They sit and wait to throw confetti, sitting in the back row They too say yes (i do), they then caress (yes), then kiss They're mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs, mrs & mrs Smith... @SONG: ANIMAL MENTALITY ----------------------- It's only being given time to think that creates boredom I could be better off some other way Don't give the opportunity to think to me, it's not worthwhile Just take that opportunity away Just give me things to do, nothing to think about or look at I'll work until my body breaks I'll live a life as long as or as short as you'll require me too A life as long as those things take to do Just, [just give me animal mentality, just give me animal's mentality]*4 Then i'll get by, ok? ok?? I don't know why you educated me, i knew you hated me It's only sadism - your favourite game Teach people vaguely how to walk, then chop their legs away, Then laugh at them becase they're lame It's only being given time to think that creates boredom I think about it and decide that i am free But freedom's just like boredom - nothing worthwhile to fight for Then just give me animal mentality Then i'll get by [just give me animal mentality, just give me animal's mentality]*3 Then we'll all get by, ok? ok. Animal mentality. @SONG: TONIGHT -------------- Dying slowly, feeling ill I can't explain the way i feel Poeple die, and so will i It could be slow, it could be quick Quit slow, and it seems such a waste God will give you just one taste Only one sip of his wine Only one life, cats get nine Feeling bored, that's no fun Being out of touch with everyone Click my fingers, crack my toes Kick the dog, and break it's nose I intelectualize it all To prove my mind's still on the ball I go spy at the neighbours next door Listen to them through the wall They do the same they did last night At first they argue, and then they fight And then they screw, just to please me It's just about more fun than TV But people die, i will soon And then i won't write any more tunes And i won't stand here and talk to you And wonder what the fuck to do Tonight Tonight Tonight... [repeat everything, with slight modifications...] @SONG: SUPERBEING ----------------- Searching for a pair of wings i try so hard to fly But i'm just tied down by earthly things And watching people live and die Maybe i'll be your social worker Help you solve your problems I'd rather be a superbeing Flying far away, away... Because everything depresses me I only see the black side And looking round from day to day An emptyness inside sorrounds me I'm just a vessel, and vessels quickly crack I'd rather be a superbeing Flying far away, away..., away... 'cos right now i'm just your problem page To write to when you're down And i'm semi-dead, already i'm semi-living with a frown Maybe i'll be your charity Will money buy you better days? I'd rather be a superbeing Flying far away, away, away... So if you give me a pair of wings Then i will learn to fly I'll skip the ordinary I'll avoid the live and die and things 'cos everything depresses me There are no valid reasons why So i will be your superbeing I will learn to fly. @SONG: WAITING FOR THE FINAL CUE -------------------------------- I'm burried in a pit Pendulum is my heart Swinging back and forth Swinging back and forth I remember when it started I'll notice when it stops Meanwhile, i must listen to it Swinging back and forth Swinging back and forth I'm burried in a pit This pit is nowhere There's nothing here for entertainment There's nothing here that's new There's only the beat-a-beating heart There's only the beat-a-beating heart There's only the beat-a-beating heart Waiting for the final cue.