Альбом Juliana Hatfield

I was passed out
On the factory floor
I couldn't feel my legs
I couldn't swallow
I'm burning metal
For motherfuckers
I'm making weapons
For southern lovers

I got the fever
I got metal fume fever

You might as well do dope
You're gonna get sick
Of something nasty
Out in the modern world
Doubled over
What kind of cancer
Did you ask for?
It came out of the plant
And into the sky
Into your eyes
Into your bones
Into your homes
Into your skin
You can't wash it off your hands

I got the fever

Could you go to the grocery store?
I need pop tarts and orange soda
You can drive the Mercedes
If you say pretty please

You can sleep in my bed tonight
But you better not have dirty feet
And I don't like talking after I fool around
I just like to sleep

Could you go to the drug store?
I need Advil and Robitussin and condoms
Take out the trash, give the dog a bath
Do the dishes and fix the leak in the kitchen

Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?
Little white boy, would you be my slave?

Little white boy, you make a great slave

I'm trying to pass
A fat bastard
In a silver Porsche
Polished and waxed

He don't drive like a man
Fifty in the passing lane
Like an old lady

Just give me a reason
To hit you hard
I'm the king of the road
God is in my car

Teenage bitches
Blaring crap
Out the window of an SUV

Noise pollution
Makes me mad
I could roll them so easily

Just give me a reason
To hit you hard
I'm the king of the road
God is in my car

Just give me a reason
To gun it
Any old reason
Satisfaction

I can't wait
For the market to crash
Executive soaks
In a girly bath

Sucking up all day
Took his brain away
I'm the king of the road

I think I love you
They think I'm desperate
Give me the ring
C'mon let's prove it

Let's get married
And ride away
Let's get married
And rot away

Torture the bridesmaids
Make them wear lime green
Lie to the pastor
Promise forever

Let's get married
And rot away
Let's get married
And rot away

I'm almost thirty
When are you gonna give me a baby?
Let's get a doggie
And tie it to a chain

Fight over TV
My headache grows
I'll show you sides of me
You'd never want to know

Fight over dinner
Put on weight
If you change your sweatpants

Scary breeders
They have come
With their sons and daughters

One by one
Mean and dumb
Have another

They got cable
And AC
And cellular technology

Scary breeders
They run me out of town
Creepy breeders

When the baby feeds
And the implant leaks
It's a screaming monster

Shut it up
Put some Pepsi
In the baby's bottle

Or hit it harder
Scary breeders
They run me out of town
Creepy breeders

Those breeders
Strange breeders
Dog breeders

You can touch her if you want
You can rub her if you want
She won't struggle if you want
She'll act like you turn her on

She knows just what to say
She's my protégée
So much love

There's money everywhere
So laugh at their stupid jokes
She can't live on air
But no one has to know

And if you binge, you gotta purge
She could rule the world
So much love
My protégée
My protégée

Young hearts
Understand
The future
Is in my hands

My protégée
My protégée
I taught her everything

Okay I gotta go
Maybe I don't want to know
There's too much truth in this room
Lock the door hospital food

Do you even know what you're doing?

Laugh in the face of the truly ill
Rehab reject
Who pays the bill?
Tragic flaw
Human nature kills

Do you even hear what you're saying?

The system never failed you
You failed yourself and your mother too
After all she's done for you
Did she raise you to be a fool?

How do you get up in the morning?
Another wasted life it's so boring
The system never failed you
You failed yourself and all of your friends
Now your heart is failing too

Someone knocked me up again
Will they blame the victim
When I throw the baby in the trash?
No one said I can't do that
Maybe we should have some
Get born with a drug problem
I don't think about the future
I think about the pain
I scream at the father to shoot me up again

Help me with my diet
The other brats they won't be quiet
Can someone give me something
To make me beautiful and thin?
A plastic surgeon maybe
Could suck the fat right out of me
And if I die or if it hurts
I can sue somebody for all he's worth

Who is looking out for me
When I close my eyes and leap?
It's my life to lead but it's not my responsibility

Who is looking out for me
When I close my eyes and leap?
It's my mind and body

I'm choosing you
You are choosing me
Let's get together
And write a screenplay
Who do you want to be?
I'll be the one who gets her way

I'm using you
And you're using me
I'm using you
And you're using me

You thought I loved you
You think I still do
I'm taking a ride
You're my trophy
You're my prize
I'm too scared to go alone
You're too vain to know
When we walk in a room
They stare at you
And I'm cool by association
And I'm gonna get some

I'm using you
And you're using me
I'm using you
And you're using me

I'm using you
And you're using me
For something

I'm using you

That's it
I'm staying home
Don't even try to make me go
If you put on your leather pants
A Yankee boy in a cowboy hat

Do you even know what you're doing?

Apparently you think it's pretty cool
But that bad boy style is wearing you
Did you learn how to herd cattle in prep school?

Could you just pretend you don't know me?

Take off those leather pants
You can't go out like that
You really don't look phat
I can't be seen with a man wearing leather pants

Look into my eyes
Where the truth is
Do you realize you look stupid?
Get rid of those leather pants
I can't go out like that
You really don't look phat

I showed you how to touch a star
I helped you forget who you are
Baby, you can drive my car
Over to the right side of the tracks

You pushed your greatest chance away
But still I really want to say

I forgive you
I forgive you
I forgive you
I forgive you

I knew your feelings were a lie
But I wanted to go to the dark side
I needed something to write about
Like how it feels to live without

And if you won't apologize
If you can't look me in the eye

Touch me with a ten-foot pole
Can you feel my body's cold?
Look at me through a telescope
Can you see I'm ugly and I'm old

At the other end
Of a broken line
That scratchy voice is mine

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Touch me with a ten-foot pole
I've got no diseases that I know of
Take a bite out of me then swallow
Wrap me up in plastic and take me home
Oh let me go
You've got an evil mind
And I think I'm losing mine

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Do what you want
I don't care
Do what you want
I don't care

Touch me with a ten-foot pole