Chrome
Recoil
Liquid (2000)

So let's be done with this. You said "I want you, I don't want another, I want a girl who knows how to
suffer." Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry. So now you're in the middle of someone
terrible and you're carrying a tiny crucible. Every raw boy want relief. You tough guys with the glass
jaws, your pins, your backstage laws, your French positions, your stripper damage. It's more than you
can hide, more than you can manage.

I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the
last one. I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia.

You dream of a girl with silver skin, you dream of a girl cooled and thinned. She's gone a bit blue
around the edges. You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes, you're just looking for a
clean sleep. She doesn't want to see you, she wants to be seen by the cameras, the crews and the
soft machines. You want a girl who could suck the chrome. You're so rocked and wrapped in anguish,
some little tragedy I'm slow to extinguish. Watching the suitors stagger home, now I'm butcher, now
you're bone.

I'm done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the black cotton mafia. I'm done
with the dark boys, through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one.
It's documented, tequila scented.

You want a girl who's pale and bled, you want a girl who's easily led. Her slim hips, your tight grip, tell
me it doesn't hurt just a little bit boy. Come in, copy, she doesn't read you, she fed the hand that bit
her, she doesn't need you. Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes, your white receipts, your big, black
boxes. Life doesn't mean telling lies, it means enduring what you despise. I'm done with the dark boys,
through with the dark boys, done with the dark boys, I swear you'll be the last one. I'm done, I'm
through.