YES (1994)

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey 
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy 
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to 

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything 
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video 
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock 
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want 

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you 
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies 
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out 

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long 
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes 
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring 
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff 

In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything 
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video 
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock 
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want 

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you 
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies 
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out 

Power produces desire, the weak have none 
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty 
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment 

The only certain thing that is left about me 
There is no part of my body that has not been used 
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame 
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave 

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything 
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video 
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock 
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want 

Power produces desire, the weak have none 
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty 
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment 

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say 
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same 
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

RICHEY EDWARDS/NICKY WIRE the holy bible

Transmission

Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Artist: Joy Division
Album: Permanent

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