Chrome Lyrics
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 on, copy, she doesn’t read you, she fed, 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.
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