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The Radiator Hums Lyrics
Dinner's getting cold -- You haven't touched a thing So what's it gonna
be? I can hold out much longer than you When it's steady I'm just acting
out my roles When you're ready I'll be walking out that door And don't
call me Pretty Baby anymore, Oh, foolish worker bee -- I'm your fucking
queen.
I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines
are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you
could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and
loveseats
Sad little boy, I know you get confused But everyone goes
through these trials of truth and self-abuse When you're selfless you're so
hard not to adore When you're selfish, I just love you even more I want
to help you, but you've got to say the words: "I want to be
cured."
Drowned... Deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves Throw
me in -- headfirst, submerged in this great depression Impoverished, and
Impotent....
...And Don't Call Me Pretty Baby
I threw out the
phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of
the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With
shattered dinner plates That's how we'll communicate
Hey, Pretty
Baby, are you ready for bed?
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