'World Peace Is None Of Your Business' lyrics

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Smiler With Knife

See in me the side of you
that sometimes makes you jump with fright
Smiler with knife it's your big night

Sinking bed all warm and clean
only sadness waits for me
Smiler with knife you're just in time
You're just in time

Press the blade against my skin
Never to make love again
Smiler with knife it's alright

Surrender will I am before you
I am sick to death of life
Smiler with knife alight
Alight

If such things weren't meant to be
Then they would never come to me
Smiler, oh, don't worry so

Slamming one shots, gentle pain
Someone calling out my name
Sex and love are not the same
Are not the same

Time has frittered long and slow
All I am and was will go
But where to and why now?

When my last breath falls away
Smiler, trust me when I say:
"You'll be OK"
"You'll be OK"
 
Kiss Me A Lot

Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard

I don't care when or where
I just care that you're there
And that you will
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again

Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard

I don't care when or where
I only care that the two of us are there
And that you, and that you will
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again

Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
All over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
I don't care where or when but when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again
 
I note your fulsome praise for the album in another thread. Any chance of a review?
 
One Of Our Own

Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He died saving my life
He took the lead
Aimed for my head
Such love shown I'd never known

Give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done

Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He took the plug
And he hit the rug
Such love shown I've never known
Now I don't want to know tomorrow

So, give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done

Kneeling at the stone
Of one of our own
He took a round
And he hit the ground
He took the blast
His very last
I have no use for tomorrow

No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for...
No use for...
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No...
 
One Of Our Own

Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He died saving my life
He took the lead
Aimed for my head
Such love shown I'd never known

Give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done

Standing at the stone
Of one of our own
He took the plug
And he hit the rug
Such love shown I've never known
Now I don't want to know tomorrow

So, give me the gun
I love you
A job half done
Isn't done

Kneeling at the stone
Of one of our own
He took a round
And he hit the ground
He took the blast
His very last
I have no use for tomorrow

No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No use for...
No use for...
No use for tomorrow
No use for tomorrow
No...

I f***ing love this.
 
Forgive Someone

Use a weapon of words
Or a fight with your fists
But can you forgive someone?

Stand your ground and persist
And be the last one to blink
But can you forgive someone?

And if you do
I'll run to you
Betray you with a word
I will slit my own throat first of all
I will

The black peat of the hills
When I was still ill
See this mess and forgive someone

And then recall if you can
How all this even began
Forgive someone

And if you do
I'll run to you
Betray you with a word
I would slit my own throat first of all
I will

Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
Shorts and supports and faulty shower heads
At track and field we dreamt of our beds
In the bleachers you set with your legs spread, smiling
"Here's one thing you'll never have"

Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
Our truth will die with me
 
Holy hell, this is phoned in.

Kiss Me A Lot

Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard

I don't care when or where
I just care that you're there
And that you will
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again

Bastille mausoleum
Stockyard, churchyard
Your mammy's backyard

I don't care when or where
I only care that the two of us are there
And that you, and that you will
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over and then when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again

Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
Kiss me all over my face
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
All over the place
Kiss me a lot, kiss me a lot
I don't care where or when but when you kiss me
Kiss me all over again
 
Art-hounds

Art-hounds look like nothing
So Art-hounds write something
And those that do are judged by those
Who tried and found they couldn't do

Art-hounds see the Greek ideal
And gaze on what they'll never feel
Oh, the pitiless revenge of those without friends
The pitiless, the pitiless revenge

Art-hounds know what's around
Because they've seen it somewhere written down
And everything they've seen on the moving screen
Helps them fill up the page

In European museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European museums
Will I see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera

Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry

Art-hounds in a restaurant
They bring along their loving Aunt
But when they can't find a table for their fat Aunt Mable
They stamp their feet and cry

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is opera
My life is...

Art-hounds very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It functions only as a word
Art-hounds very funny, very witty, but very lonely
And below the belt is shriveled and small
It knows a thousand woes

In European hushed museums
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
Will I see you?
In European hushed museums
Will I see you?

If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world

If you cannot stand this fake world
If you cannot stand this fake world
Take my hand
If you cannot stand this fake world

I take 16 pills to send me to sleep
And 16 to shake me awake

What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
 
Thank you! Keep ‘em coming. I’m not able to fully judge the way lyrics are (for the most part) til I hear them set to music but this is a neat read.
 
'Forgive Someone', 'Smiler...', and 'One of Our Own' all sound great! I love the still ill reference he's made in forgive someone - what does it mean, oh what does it mean?
 
Mountjoy

The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave

You see we all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance

We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares

Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan's laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, we all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose
 
Oboe Concerto

Oboe concerto
All the best ones are dead
And there's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
There's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head

Oboe concerto
All I do is drink to absent friends
And there's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head
There's a song I can't stand
And it's stuck in my head

The older generation have tried, sighed & died
Which pushes me to their place queue

Round, rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
Round, the rhythm goes round
Round, round rhythm of life goes round
 
FINALLY those deaf twats who insisted it was 'my life is a book' can go f*** and officially themselves.

Are you a retarded idiot?
 
Thank you! Keep ‘em coming. I’m not able to fully judge the way lyrics are (for the most part) til I hear them set to music but this is a neat read.

You're right they don't read half as good as they sound.
 
Mountjoy

The joy brings many things
It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave

You see we all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance

We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares

Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan's laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, we all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose

Thank you for doing all this, Viva.
 
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