Luister de single!
I AM AN IDIOT
(de Vries / Hooghiemstra)
I can´t tie the laces of my shoes
I fuck up everything I do
All my stuff seems to get misplaced
Everything I touch gets laid to waste
I step on your toes when we take a dance
Cut relationships with your friends
Spill your drink just to piss you off
Cover myself in tomatosauce
Chorus:
Ooh oh oh oh
I am an Idiot
They tell me everywhere
Ooh oh oh oh
I am an Idiot
But I don´t care
I walk under ladders and I pet black cats
Take one sip my beer goes flat
Dirty talk when your mom´s around
I pick up stuff lying on the ground
It´s eight in the morning and I can´t get up
My boss on the phone, I´ve lost my job
Today I´ll just stay in bed
Hold my breath and pretend I´m death
chorus
Yeah you wear a business suit
So tell me who´s the idiot?
I want to know, how does it feel
To rip off people ´till there´s nothing left to steal...
chorus
(de Vries / Hooghiemstra)
Well my baby kicked me out just the other night
Didn´t even have a chance to stand and fight
She said: "Here are your clothes, and there´s the door,
Never wanna see your face no more
And I oh oh oh
Walk along with nowhere else to go
And I oh oh oh
Never ever gonna go back home
I used to wake my baby with a kiss on her lips
Now all I do is lie in bed and reminisce
Love is gone, love is past
And some stupid fool to think that it would last
And I oh oh oh
Walk along with nowhere else to go
And I oh oh oh
Never ever gonna go back home
And I oh oh oh
All the loses in a row
Yeah I oh oh oh
oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
CULTURE CLUB
(De Vries)
Dead City, brick city,
tall buildings touching the red sky
I want it, you want it,
a million people on a square mile
Give me more
Give me more
Another song on the radio
Dress in drag get ready for the show
The city breathes and it sucks you in
I can hear it calling
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
To the train
Stand in line
Be on time...
Feel eachother's bodyheat
Move your feet to slavery beat
Fall asleep behind your desk
and dream all day about anal sex
in the city
in the city
in Dead City
Dead City, brick city,
tall buildings touching the red sky
I want it, you want it,
a million people on a square mile
Gimme more...
De Vries
They say that you're dishonest, disloyal and a thief
of the hearts of many and you led them all to grieve
they tell me not to fall in love with you, that you'll only let me down
leave me helpless and foresaken, like a king without a crown
Now all of them bad things, all them rumours all them lies
I need not rhyme or reason, help me to deny
what is written in the scriptures, and written on the wall
and I know that it's all envy, from everyone and all
So is it really any wonder baby?
That I'm standing in front of your door
With my heart, my hope, my sorrow
a loser for bad and worse
Is that what you're looking for?
De Vries
We've got style
We've got the moves
We've got our bodies hooking into the grooves
You're so cliche
You're so bourgeois
But when we dance the girls go "oh lala"
There's lots of action
Here in the scene
Two drunks in leather
A teenage queen
Forget convetion
We want attention!
Go freaking out
Living in a dream
So we dance, dance, on Saturday night
Your daughter's ass is hot and her jeans are tight
Dance, dance, Saturday night
Boppin'n'movin' 'till the early morning light
Ship me off to the U.S.A.
Put my ass up on display
There I will be somebody
Not just anybody
Hooghiemstra
