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The Pixies lyrics
Album: Pixies [2002]
| Broken Face | |
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I got a broken face
I got a
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face (3x)
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face, uh-hu, uh-hu
I got a broken face
There was this man who snapped his poke
In little pieces
And then they drilled holes
And then they put 'em back in there
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face
The little thing who does my laundry
Speaks no english
But if you saw her
You'd say isn't she lovely
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
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| Rock a My Soul | |
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I turned you on the roof
To shine your face at me.
Drink wine from your tears, rollin'.
Holly molly,
Rock a my-
Soul.
Hey, rock a my soul (4)
Hard.
I'm waiting!
We're waiting!
For electric-
In a manor.
I'm waiting.
We're waiting,
Sister shaking.
Harder I try,
Although, (? )
Harder I feel,
Like a
Coletrain-
No brain.
Rock a my soul!
Hey, rock a my soul.
Hey, rock a my soul!
Oh, rock a my soul!
Hey, rock a my soul,
Hard.
I'm waiting.
We're waiting,
For electric-
In a manor
I'm waiting.
We're waiting
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| Down to the Well | |
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Down to the well
Betty always knows
Betty always tells
She laughing desperately
She said it felt like a river inside her bones
When she went down to the well
Gonna be with her
She is gonna take me there
Lead me by my hand
Her body a rocking chair for my soul
I can hardly wait, baby
I can hardly wait
'til we go down to the well
Down to the well
Been thinking to myself
And if a life's not long
What matter does it make
If there'll be favorite songs playing in my head
When we go down to the well
I can hardly wait, betty
I can hardly wait
'till we go down to the well
Down to the well
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| Break My Body | |
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I'm the hard looser
You'll find me crashing through my mother's door
I am the ugly lover
You'll find us rolling on the dirty floor
Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones (3x)
I'm a belly dancer
I'll shake forever and I'll never care
I'm a building jumper
Roof to roof you see me flying in the air
Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones (3x)
Somebody got hurt
Somebody get hurt
Somebody got her
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| I'm Amazed | |
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- ...girls and fucked 'em at school
All I know is that
There were rumours he was into field hockey players
There were rumours
- so he applied basically
- he was gone the next day
- and went off with the team
- it's like - he was got - they'd just like
It was like so hush hush
They were so... quiet about it
And then the next thing you know...
The day before that I was wed
She went upstairs and she cut her hair away
I'm amazed (3x)
And when I was a little boy
A ball of string my parents took from me
I'm amazed (3x)
Before I died, I took my honda
And packed it up, up, up to arizona (honey)
I'm amazed , I'm amazed, I'm amazed (4x)
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| Here Comes Your Man | |
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Outside there's a box car waiting
Outside the family stew
Out by the fire breathing
Outside we wait 'til face turns blue
I know the nervous walking
I know the dirty beard hangs
Out by the box car waiting
Take me away to nowhere plains
There is a wait so long
Here comes your man
Big shake on the box car moving
Big shake to the land that's falling down
Is a wind makes a palm stop blowing
A big, big stone fall and break my crown
There is a wait so long
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
There is a wait so long
You'll never wait so long
Here comes your man
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| Subbacultcha | |
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This is a song about something there
There is something about this song
We did the clubs what ass
I was hoping to have her in the sack
I was looking handsome
She was looking like an erotic vulture
I was all dressed in black
She was all dressed up in black
Every thing was fine down here
What you call it here
Call it what you will here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
Her warm white belly in the life I'd lived had seen nothing
Finer she shakes and she moves me or something
She's like jellyroll like sculpture
I was wearing eyeliner
She was wearing eyeliner
It was so good down here
Saving for my scrapbook here
Way down down down in this subbacultcha
Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack
Drug running on this panamanian schooner
She walks the deck in a black dress
And me I dress up in black
And we listen to the sea
And look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
What you call it
When you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way
You know when you grope for luna.
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| In Heaven | |
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In heaven
Everything is fine
In heaven
Everything is fine
In heaven
Everything is fine
You got your good thing
And I've got mine
In heaven
Everything is fine
In heaven
Everything is fine
In heaven
Everything is fine
You got a your good thing
And you've got mine
In heaven
Everything is fine
In heaven
In heaven
Everything is fine
You've got a your good thing
And you've got mine
In heaven
Every thing is fine
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