01. backdrifts

we’re rotten fruit
we’re damaged goods
what the hell we’ve got nothing more to lose
one burst and we will probably crumble
we’re backdrifting
this far but no further
i’m hangin goff a branch
i’m teetering on a breaker
honey sweets so fall asleep
i’m backsliding
you fell into our arms
you fell into our arms
we tried but there was nothing we could do
nothing we could do
all evidence has been buried
all tapes have been erased
but your footsteps give you away
so you’re backtracking
oh oh oh
you fell into our arms
you fell into our arms
we tried but there was nothing we could do
nothing we could do
you fell into our
you fell into a
we’re rotten fruit
we’re damaged goods
what the hell we’ve got nothing more to lose
one burst and we will probably crumble
we’re backdrifters

oh banana co. we really love you and we need you 
and oh, banana co. we'd really love to believe you
but everything's burning down
we've got to put it out somehow
oh, she said no go
she said she'd like to
she's seen you
but no, no go
she says if you die then we all do
and everything's underground
we gotta dig it up somehow

drift all you want
from ocean to ocean
search the whole world
but drunken confessions
and hijacks affairs will just make you more alone
if you come home i'll bake you a cake
made of all their eyes
i wish you could see me
dressed for the kill 
what a nasty surprise
you're my man-o-war
you're my man-o-war
and the worms will eat you whole
you whole
unplug the phone
stop all the taps
it all comes flooding back
from poison clouds to poisoned dwarf 
what a nasty surprise
you're my man-o-war
you're my man-o-war
and the worms will eat your heart my love
and the worms will eat your home
you whole my love
 

dressed in bishop's robes
terrifies me still in bishop's robes
bastard headmaster
i'm not going back
i'm not going back
i'm not going back
children taught to kill
to tear themselves to bits
on playing fields
dressed in bishop's robes
i'm not going back
i'm not going back
i'm not going back

well, this is such a sad affair
i've opened up my heart so many times
but now it's closed
oh my dear
every salted tear
it wrings
bitter-sweet applause
but when the show's in full swing
every once in awhile
high stepping chorus lines
mean i'm forgetting
mein lullaby - liebchen
how rich in contrast
love can be
sometimes i'm quite amused
to see it twist and turn
to taste both sweet and dry
these vintage years
lovers you consume, my friend
as others their wine
nein, das ist nicht das ende der welt
gestrandet an leben und kunst
und das spiel geht weiter
wie man weiss
noch viele schoum
weidershen
and now, as you turn to leave
you try to force a smile
as if to compensate
then you break down and cry

i get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown
well what am i to do?
i know all the things around your head and what they do to you
what are we coming to?
what are we gonna do?

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite
that beams me home

the troubled words of a troubled mind i try to understand what is eating you
i try to stay awake but its 58hrs since that i last slept with you
what are we coming to?
i just don't know anymore

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite
that beams me home

i get on the train and i just stand about now that i don't think of you
i keep falling over i keep passing out when i see a face like you
what am i coming to?
i'm gonna melt down

blame it on the black star
blame it on the falling sky
blame it on the satellite
that beams me home

In my mind
And nailed into my heels
All the time
Killing what I feel

And everything I touch
[all wrapped up in cotton wool]
[all wrapped up in sugar-coated pills]
Turns to stone
Everything I touch
[all wrapped up in cotton wool]
[all wrapped up in sugar-coated pills]
Turns to stone

I am fused
Just in case I blow out
I am glued
Just in case I crack out

And everything I touch turns to stone
Everything I touch
[all wrapped up in cotton wool]
[all wrapped up in sugar-coated pills]
Turns to stone

i don't want a be crippled cracked
shoulders, wrists, knees and back
ground to dust and ash
crawling on all fours
when you've got to feel it in your bones
when you've got to feel it in your bones
now i can't climb the stairs
pieces missing everywhere
prozak painkillers
when you've got to feel it in your bones
when you've got to feel it in your bones 
and i used to fly like peter pan
all the children flew when i touched their hands
when you've got to feel it in your bones
when you've got to feel it in your bones

limb by limb and tooth by tooth tearing up inside of me
everyday everyhour wish that i was bullet proof
wax me
mould me
heat the pins and stab them in
you have turned me into this
just wish that it was bullet proof
so pay me money and take a shot
lead-fill the hole in me
i could burst a million bubbles
all surrogate and bullet proof
and bullet proof