4 Litres (1995)
I like you to talk to
I don't want a hard sell
Hold on to yourself
Maybe find someone else
I want you to stay back
You could lose face
The time hasn't come to
compromise but when it does I'll cut you down
and I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you
One, Two, Three, Four...
Why can't you see what you do to yourself
When you get down on the floor
You'll graze your knees, wet the floor
disgrace yourself and someone else
I want you to get real
Don't trust your instincts
The time hasn't come to
compromise but when it does I'll cut you down
and I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you
You can come 'round to my house but I don't want to fuck you
Well I think you're really nice
but I couldn't bring myself to fuck you
I'll bring you down every time
you wanted to come around
It's a shame I'm not ashamed
'cause it's just a fucking game
I'm anger?? and it's in me
Nothing you say will sooth me, oh no, oh no
Is it me or are you colourless?
Your ignorance embarrasses, oh yeah, oh yeah
Now see all the things you discriminate against
But it just seems as though there is no thought at all
Tell all your friends of the freaks in the store that you laugh, we're bored
You stare and you point, but the point is you're sight, it is tunneled, stupidity
Well the bile in my throat is the sickening that you caused in my hope, in my hope
I'm not a racist or a homophobe, but I think I'm a dumbaphobe
It's as though you won't walk
Sup...
Comes in a box
It will fuck you up
It speaks so softly to you
tell you to have a sup
It's moselle, chablis, rosé, reisling
When you think it's gone
Well you know it's not
Just blow it up
Because you know that it's all you've got
It's cheaper than the box it comes in
4 Litres...
Choke on number 1
Retch on number 2
When four comes around you know that it's all good news
Only buy claret if it's the last goon in the shop
4 Litres...
It's up to you sup the goon
It's up to sup
It's up to you sup the sup it sup it
4 Litres...
I can hear a car alarm in the distance
And I'm sitting in my attic all alone
And this one wish keeps on creeping inside my pointless imagination
Is that I could have another cone with you
You said you'd see much more often
But I'm staring at my carpet once again
And I know I could break down the walls and prove our communication
If I could have another cone with you
yes, if I could have another cone with you
Well I know that it's unreasonable to want to talk it through
And I say that I don't understand but you tell me it's not true
I know that if we had a smoke we'd start anew
If I could have another cone with you
Well what you say, what you say, wanting your own space
and I know that it would be different if you'd just get off your face
I know that if we had a smoke we'd start anew
If I could have another cone with you
Well I know that it's unreasonable to want to talk it through
And I say that I don't understand but you tell me it's not true
I know that if we had a smoke we'd start anew
If I could have another cone with you...
