Song for Whoever - The Beautiful South

We seduce the dark with pain and rapture Like two ships that pass in the night You and I, a whore and a bashful sailor Welcome to a sunrise of a dirty mind All you love is a lie You one-night butterfly Hurt me, be the one Whoever brings the night The Dark, created to hide the innocent white, the lust of night Eyes so bright, seductive lies Crimson masquerade where I merely played my part Poison dart of desire All you love is a lie You one-night butterfly Hurt me, be the one Whoever brings the night Choose a bride Tonight a fantasy for a zombie Hurt me, I love to suffer Your harem's a dream for free Enter Suck from us and live forever Rotten beauty Will haunt you for a lifetime Come with me underwater And drown to despise me no more Unholy, unworthy My night is a dream for free All you love is a lie You one-night butterfly Hurt me, be the one Whoever brings the night All you love is a lie You one-night butterfly Hurt me, be the one Whoever brings the night

Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Am I dreaming? Wake up To whoever finds this message I remember the life I had in Guam The beach, the way the water felt The warm sunlight on my skin Shit, life was pretty good I really miss those days But then again, I hated school I hated how people shouted at me for looking different Calling me names Just because of my skin color you know? But I didn't really care As long as my mom and dad were smiling I thought nothing could go wrong What could go wrong? Nothing, nothing What could, nothing 2007, February 4th I was packing my things And I was leaving for Korea I didn't know why at the time All I knew was I had to say goodbye To the place I called home And say hello to Mister sun shine I ain't got no time yeah Mister fast car I don't want no ride no Mister city lights I don't want no fight I don't want to hide I don't want to lie And I want to know why? Why I had to feel incomplete Every second of my week Like why I had to have 3 jobs Just to stay on my feet Why I had to enlist in the army Before I could even speak Or why my dad had to be diagnosed With something he couldn't beat Cancer, cancer Honestly, it felt like death But he was facing death So I was confused I remember asking myself Where do we go when we die? Hell? Heaven? Do we enter a void? Space? Reincarnation? Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do we go? Too many questions with no answers Where do we go? God I don't know! Where do I go? Now fast forward 5 years Coming to you live Ite cool I guess a lot has happened since then But here I am asking myself the same questions

Late night thoughts of a dream land Late night walks imma G man (ya) I say fuck that order (ya) Bitch that's not your corner (ya) I drink blood like water (ya) Least that's what I taught her (ya) 25 days left now and I've come to realize that I'm close to the red line I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want Want Want Want Fake ass friends and they all wanna talk and they all want something (ey) Place that pan on a white toed tan, bitch give me something I like pain I hate fame You my main We the same Life's a game All this rain Yeah, yeah I might die for the things I did I can't try take away my sin I've seen cash and I've seen my past Six feet down cause I chase that ass (uh) And I promise that my body moves slow (ey) Got nowhere to go (ey) My mental be low (ey) I'm left all alone (ey) To die in the cold (ey) And fuck all the shining (ey) It's all about timing (yeah) I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I want you I Want Want Want Want (ye) The number you have dialed is not in service at this time

They could be fat or could be thin They could be black, they could be white Tell me who is knocking at the Knocking shop door tonight Not much a girl can do but open or close Those things are above doors Not much legs can do but open or close Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish They could be lonely or could be bust They could be tack, they could be real They do have feelings, but just right now I feel A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am Those things are above us whores Just the best target practice, for a misguided man Those things are above us whores So imagine a mirror Bigger than the room it was placed in Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish (Not much a girl can do) la la, la la (But open or close) ooh, la la la, la la la (Not much legs can do) da la (But open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close) Whores, whores, whores, whores (Not much legs can do but open or close) Those things are above us whores (Not much a girl can do but open or close)

(Ramones) They're forming in straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go They're forming in a straight line They're going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They're piling in the back seat They're generating steam heat Pulsating to the back beat The Blitzkrieg Bop Hey ho, let's go Shoot 'em in the back now What they want, I don't know They're all reved up and ready to go The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop The Blitzkrieg Bop

Everybody's talking at me I can't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Tripping over the ocean Like a stone Oh, oh, whoa-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh oh, oh-oh Oh, oh la-la la I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather Suits my clothes Backing off of the Northeast wind And sailing on the summer breeze Jumping over the ocean Like a stone (like a stone) Everybody's talking at me Ooh, ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh Whoa, whoa, whoa Hey Da, da, da

(Heaton/Rotheray) Like the contents of your handbag You don't know why it's there People ask you where you're heading You just answer "anywhere" We don't mean to be this vague It just happens that we are No-one asked us to elaborate We just shrug our shoulders and be And like the stories that just happened No-one thought of, no-one planned We could have ruled, we could have conquered Then we could have been a man We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone He knows "hello" in eighteen languages "I love you" in only one By the time he's got his phrase-book The chance is usually gone And we feel ourselves quite prepared But quite prepared for what We always took the lead Before we actually knew the plot And you can tell where we've been shopping By the bags beneath our eyes Make-up shoulders burden But the smile never lies We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone So empty at the airport You don't set off the doors We used to feel like chorus girls And now we feel like whores Hearts built like reservoirs Words built like dams Thoughts built like juggernauts Our actions built like prams And when the wind blows into our face We should be warmer and not colder Well, what price the charges On this cargo that we shoulder We could be ex-husband We could be ex-wife But no-one looks at the menu in a greasy spoon life Alone, alone Half an hour is seven hours One day is several months Alone, alone A month is a calendar A year can be a decade spent Alone And we only smoke when bored So we do two packs a day And we've lost the difference Between bored and lonely anyway