Do you walk in the backdoor singing? Or do you pace, pace face thinning? Inhale on that cigarette while I creep in the backdoor of your kitchen Do you walk in the backdoor singing? Or do you pace, pace your face thinning? Inhale on that cigarette, tell me how you been (Julian) Cover tracks, broken bottles over tables A life of red eyes, chewed nails and black labels Creep, creep do the rounds and shut them up Cold skin, lights out, routines and the middleclass mutt Simple, simple, sweeping stores, just playing cripple Walking the walk, pick and choose you know, little by little How have you been Julian? Were the floors wood or tile? I was young but still very much a child Never learnt normal functions or how to fit in Strange behaviours and thoughts numbed by Ritalin Socially retarded, hyperactive and erratic Repetitious urges, label me idiosyncratic Now I'm on the outside and I'm looking in Staring at your pale face (yellow-painted grin) Before I end it all and light up your world Can you ease my mind and answer me this... (Do you have a son Julian? Tell what's his name?) Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what's his name?) Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what's his name?) Do you have a son Julian? (Tell what's his name?) Do you have a son? Do you have a son? And tell me can you sleep at night? Or do you wake gripping your chest tight? I'll make you sweat for what you've done to me How can you sleep at night motherfucker? Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in Breathe glimpses of colour, I try to forget Cold sweats in the morning, it all comes back in Now I'm on the outside and I'm looking in I'll never forget the steps, that name, those handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
