Suede - Zombie Nation

You say what you want to say Your diamonds are drops of rain Your smile is ypur credit card And your currency is your love And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you And your positivity Watch out So you play where you want to play On the main streets where the creeps all pray And you can feel like you're in dynasty And you can be what you want to be And the morning is for you And the air is free And the birds sing for you And your positivity And the car crash for you And the sunshine is free And the sirens call you Yes the morning is for you Yes the air is free And yes the world spins for you And your positivity Positivity

By the roadside shrine there's a place Selling bouquets of cellophane That's where they meet in this desolate place And the more they see, the more they say Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) And his clothes are covered in dew As she writhes in twisted sheets Feel the pulse and the power of you And what you see isn't what's underneath They're playing the hand they play Caught in the game they made She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) She puts her faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) He puts his faith in the moment Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Outsiders (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Is it worth it? A new winters coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding Well, I asked her The boy said 'Dad, they're going to take me to task But I'll be back by Christmas' It's just a rumour that was spread around town Somebody said that someone got filled in For saying that people get killed in The results of their shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear lives When we could be diving for pearls It's just a rumour that was spread around town A telegram or a picture postcard Within weeks we'll be reopening the shipyard A notefying the next of kin once again Oh, it's all we're skilled in We will be shipbuilding With all the will in the world Diving for dear lives When we could be diving for pearls

Sat on the metro with love on her mind Intimate details of every kind Opening doorways to secret rooms Her emptiness calling to you She give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of something new Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too Give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of something rude Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too A dangerous daughter in a leopard print skirt A polaroid camera recording the dirt Intimate details of every scene Opening doorways for me She give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of something new Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too Give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of something rude Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too She give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of something new Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too Give a little bit of attitude Give a little bit of subterfuge Give a little bit of attitude Get a little bit tacky too

It's the way you pick your clothes off the floor It's the way you scratch your skin when you yawn It's the t-shirts that you choose like you're in the air force Yeah the language that you use reacts like chemicals Obsessions in my head don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sound and it moves with the underground It's called obsession when you're around It's the way you close the doors of my car It's the stupid things you bought with my credit card It's the way you don't read Camus or Bret Easton Ellis Yeah the TCP you use it stings when we kiss Obsessions in my head don't connect with my intellect It's called obsession can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sound and it moves with the underground It's called obsession when you're around Obessions it's like sex it's simple and complex It's called obsession can you handle it? It's connected to the hip sound and it moves with the underground It's called obsession when you're around

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it's our looseness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the streets, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do... Maybe, maybe it's the things we say, The words we've heard and the music we play, Maybe it's our cheapness, Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had, The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, Maybe it's our sweetness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the street, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do...