Manna From Heaven

I have a picture of you, it's mine to keep
I look to your strengths whenever I'm weak
I've been needy, so needy I'm under a strain
But you reach out and slap me from under the frame

So yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
You're manna from heaven I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up and down on my knees

It's been too long out on a limb
I've been too long, I'm sick of listening to him
My whole life you laid down your law
Swapping sins for hymns for sins
Don't wanna hear it no more

So yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
You're manna from heaven I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up and down on my knees
So please, please I'll follow your lead
Ease up on the torment I'll gladly concede
You're manna from heaven I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up and down on my knees

On my knees
On my...

We got values
Oh, we got values
Oh, we got values
Oh, we got...

Yeah, yeah I believe, I believe
With tricks like that coming out of your sleeve
You're manna from heaven I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up and down on my knees
So please, please I'll follow your lead
Ease up on the torment I'll gladly concede
You're manna from heaven I'm ready to receive
Been dead from my neck up and down on my knees

On my knees...

On my knees

 

Everything Is Not Okay

Everything is not okay
Things will not turn out to be just fine
All is not well, not this time
The cavalry are not on their way
The murder mile's a step away
I could flip a coin but who's to say
That'd change the outcome of this day

None of your calls will be returned
Every bridge you crossed has now been burned
Your previous knowledge is being unlearned
If you've a mind to give then you missed your turn
The best of luck will not be mine
My next mistake won't buy me time
The buzz words are "get back on line"
That's this and every other time

Everything is not okay
Things will not turn out to be just fine
All is not well, not this time
The cavalry are not on their way
The murder mile's a step away
I could flip a coin but who's to say
That'd change the outcome of this day

We didn't know the words to speak
No message rose up from the street
Our complacency sold us all out cheap
And now you can't go tell it to The Beak
I felt it come like the clouds rolling in
Our last resolve was wearing thin
We couldn't bear to take it on the chin
Now go notify your next of kin

Cause everything is not okay
Say goodbye to the good old days
With your crooked smile and your crooked ways
That's this and every other day

I'd like to think it could all come good
God knows I think it's time it should
Are you optimistic, do you think it could?
Cause this and every other day I'm crushed by would

Everything is not okay
Things will not turn out to be just fine
All is not well, not this time
The cavalry are not on their way
The murder mile's a step away
I could flip a coin but who's to say
That'd change the outcome of this...

No, everything is not okay
Say goodbye to the good old days
With your crooked smile and your crooked ways
That's this and every other day

 

Immortalising Chase

He chose to mark the day that his mother gave him life
With five hits of liquid acid and a trick in the light
The blood it covered the room
And the cops had covered the drive
By then there was nothing to do to give Chase back his life

She's immortalising Chase
She doesn't need to attend his grave
She's gonna head up North
Write his name on a wall
And sleep by the lake 'til the light
She's immortalising Chase

Watch the Anti-Man throw the ball in the air and defy it to fall
He's surrounded himself with the figures of hate
That he's hung on his wall
It's by the by I should know his face
He gave his blood for who's sins?
Cause I've seen nothing change at all

She's immortalising Chase
She doesn't need to attend his grave
She's gonna head up North
Write his name on a wall
And sleep by the lake 'til the light
She's immortalising Chase

I see no tears in her eyes
What kind of world takes her man's life?
Oh won't someone hold him down or at least anticipate
Cause he's losing control
He's losing control
He's losing...

She's immortalising Chase
She doesn't need to attend his grave
She's gonna head up North
Write his name on a wall
And sleep by the lake 'til the light
She's immortalising Chase

 

Getting Over You

Getting over you
Is such a lot of work to get through
Surely there's something that I lack
I'm sure there is something

Maybe I should get a plane
And put it all behind me
Or maybe I should bare the strain
And stick your finger through a ring

It's no good wishing you were dead
I'm no good at dealing with tragedy
Any better than I am at dealing with myself

Getting over you
There are so many thoughts to go through
I'd like to do the decent thing
I'm sure I'll think of something

Maybe I should hit the track
Throw my clothes into a pack - get myself out there
I know there's somewhere else
I'll keep my options to myself

It's no good wishing you were dead
I'm no good at dealing with tragedy
Any better than I am at dealing with myself

I can hardly believe it's true
I feel like going up to the roof
But I'll stay here at the deck
Yeah, turn the volume up
And turn down my wounded side

It's no good wishing you were dead
I'm no good at dealing with tragedy
Any better than I am at dealing with myself
With myself...

 

Let's Hope I Get It Right This Time

I'm slicing up neatly some pieces of my life
The cutting releases a feeling that must be right
So what I'm a victim - a victim of hindsight
By the curl of my mouth you will know that I'm alright

I'm shocked by the gall that it takes to be so wise
It's high time that you showed me your's
Showed you mine for the very last time

Let's hope I get it right this time

The more I held back on the swelling of my pride
The less I was feeling and man that was some ride
But I cannot wait for the blessings of merit
As for the measure of cost on my soul, I discredit

Now you're given to prayers for your own life
If I dropped to my knees this late in the day, who'm I saved by?

I'm shocked by the gall that it takes to be so wise
It's high time that you showed me your's
Showed you mine for the very last time

Let's hope I get it right this time

I'm shocked by the gall that it takes to be so wise
It's high time that you showed me your's
Showed you mine for the very last time
Let's hope I get it...
Let's hope I get it...
Let's hope I get it right this time

Oh, this time...

 

The Slow Drowning

Well it's hard enough to think
Of all this without a drink
But the years are not for counting
And this branch without a tree
Is left hanging in the breeze
To dumbfound the doubting

Survive me this day through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
Don't pardon me to say through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
This gift of life...

And you preserve yourself for what?
Something better than you got
But I don't see you searching
Avoid the bottle and the knife
No risk, there's no life
But I don't deny the hurting

Survive me this day through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
Don't pardon me to say through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
This gift of life...

Hey, all the slow drowning
Drowning...
Hey, all the slow drowning
Drowning...

You're surviving your ills
With no high points or thrills
That body must be aching
And could you ever give it more
Just to even up the score
It's all here for the taking

Survive me this day through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
Don't pardon me to say through all the slow drowning
Return this gift of life
This gift of life...

Hey, all the slow drowning
Drowning...
Hey, all the slow drowning
Drowning...

 

Four To The Floor

It was warm when we met
She said "boy you'd regret it
Should you ever leave my side"
But it was cold when I split
My heart had turned to shit
And I was having that trouble with my mind

I said "Girl, I'll call you tomorrow"
She says "Yeah, you and Benecio Del Toro"
But you're such a lucky girl
To have been a part of my sick world
And leave with no sickness or sorrow

But oh, if I ever missed a beat it was yours
And oh, if I ever missed a beat it was yours
You're four to the floor

Well I thought if I stayed
Then we'd both get waylaid
And our hearts and hopes would swallow us whole
Yeah they may mock and joke
But they could never call us nervous folk
Not for the way we chose to go on

Cause girl we would beg, steal and borrow
And drink like our legs have gone hollow
And I'm such a lucky man
To have been the one who understands
We leave with no sickness or sorrow

But oh, if I ever missed a beat it was yours
And oh, if I ever missed a beat it was yours
You're four to the floor

 

Someone Like The Kingbird

There was a pink wall next to a long brown wall
Where a man stood who was giving it his all
We were sunsoaked but the worst for luck
And the cash machines told me to get to fuck
He had a broken cup, an upturned chair
But he gave off a manner that said it was hard to care

But how did he know, how did he know?
He said his name was Raphael
But I could call him Ralph
And in a hat like that and with eyes like those
I could see he wasn't kidding
He was no-one else

It was a long day and a longer night
We had disagreements, I wouldn't call them fights
We had cigarettes and some wine to drink
The conversation, well I dared not think
But with heads like ours, in a world like theirs
We gave off a manner that said it was hard to care

But how did he know, how did he know?
He said his name was Raphael
But I could call him Ralph
And in a hat like that and with eyes like those
I could see he wasn't kidding
He was no-one else
No-one else...

I had issues, he had issues too
I called him stranger, he called me stranger too
And in that final hour it's still hard to say
Whether we'd locked down or just played out a game
But I watched him take his last drink, I saw his pain
As I got up to leave he said we'd do it again

But how did he know, how did he know?
He said his name was Raphael
But I could call him Ralph
And in a hat like that, with eyes like those
I could see he wasn't kidding
He was no-one else...

How did he know, how did he know?
He said his name was Raphael
But I could call him Ralph
And in a hat like that, with eyes like those
I could see he wasn't kidding
He was no-one else
No-one else...
N-n-n-no-one else
No-one else...
N-n-n-no-one else

Amongst The Old Reliables

If I walked through you like you just walked through me
The baring of souls would be unnecessary
And if I looked at you like the ones you'd throw me
You'd file them away to hold against me

Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of the confessor is no open book
Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of the confessor is no open book
No, the life of the confessor is no...

I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables
I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables

It's the mark of success that we shared more or less
Makes it harder to take as our faces turn sour
For the times that we talked and the line we don't walk
You're just about the fastest way to spend an hour

Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of the confessor is no open book
Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of the confessor is no open book
No, the life of the confessor is no...

I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables
I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables

You never let on and I can't read your mind
You must have seen me from afar and in better times
I didn't push it cause I knew it would come apart
I know that I blew it but admittal's a kind of start

Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of this confessor is no open book
Enough is enough but it's never too much
The life of the confessor is no open book
No, the life of the confessor is no...

I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables
I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables
Yeah, I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables
Yeah, I'd hate to find you amongst the old reliables

 

Not In My Plans

Instantly, I knew you couldn't cover me
But I took the view of someone that you could've been
Now the books upon your shelf will be read by someone else
Your glory is a mirrored room there is no threat you can assume
And I need someone else when I'm sickened by myself
My judgement is way off the mark, I'll stop it here

I've no use for comfort or ease
I'm no longer shelling the peas into your hands
Into your hands
Your bag of luckies has gone and split
And your warm milk and your cookies don't fit into my plans
Into my plans
I trust you'll understand...

Inside of me, there's not much that you haven't seen
Need I say it again, you're much less than you could've been
Your ignorance is no excuse, my honesty is not abuse
Your tone is one dimensional, you're big enough to take the fall
And I need someone else when I'm sickened by myself
My judgement was way off the mark, I'll stop it here

Cause I've no use for comfort or ease
I'm no longer shelling the peas into your hands
Into your hands
Your bag of luckies has gone and split
And your warm milk and your cookies don't fit into my plans
Into my plans
I trust you'll understand...
I trust you'll understand...
I trust you'll understand...
I trust you'll understand...

No, I've no use for comfort or ease
I'm no longer shelling the peas into your hands
Into your hands
Yeah, your bag of luckies has gone and split
And your warm milk and your cookies don't fit into my plans
Into my plans

No, I've no use for comfort or ease
I'm no longer shelling the peas into your hands
Into your hands
Your bag of luckies has gone and split
And your warm milk and your cookies don't fit into my plans
Into my plans
I trust you'll understand...

 

Send Me Onions

Send me onions
Send me sour notes of discontent and hunger
Don't send me flowers
Don't treat me sweet, please never call me Mister

Send me onions
Send me sour notes of discontent and hunger
Don't send me flowers
Don't treat me sweet, please never call me Mister

Don't show me pity or respect
Give me something I could choke on
Don't pass me chump change
I never would have thought of you that way

Go send me onions...
Go send me onions...

Lyrics copyright ©1998, 1999 Miles Hunt (Miles Hunt Music / BMI Music)