Suede Fever

TRASH
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 we1ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it's our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it's the times we1ve 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 streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do.

But we're trash, you and me,
We're the lovers on the streets,
We're the litter on the breeze,
Just trash, me and you,
It's in everything we do,
It's in everything we do...


Beautiful Ones

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits,
Drag acts, drug acts, suicides, in your dads suits you hide
Staining his name again,
Cracked up, stacked up, 22, psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to bostik, yeah,
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill, got too much time to kill
Get into bands and gangs,

Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones

Loved up, doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town
Shaking their meat to the beat,
High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits,

Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.

You dont think about it,
You dont do without it,
Because youe beautiful,
And if your babys going crazy
Thats how you made me,

La, la, la, la...