The Cure - The Top Lyrics
Shake Dog Shake
Ha ha ha
Wake up in the dark
The after-taste of anger in the back of my mouth
Spit it on the wall
And cough some more
And scrape my skin with razor blades
And make up in the new blood
And try to look so good
Follow me
Make up in the new blood
And follow me to where the real fun is
Ha ha ha
As stale and selfish as a sick dog
Spurning sex like an animal of god
I'll tear your red hair by the roots
And hold you blazing
Hold you cherished in the dead electric light
Your face
I'll never see you this way again
I captured it so perfectly
As if I knew you'd disappear away
Shake shake shake shake
Shake shake shake shake
Shake dog shake
Shake shake shake shake
Shake shake shake shake
Shake dog shake
You hit me again
You howl and hit me again
The same sharp pain
Wakes me in the dark
And cuts me from my throat to my pounding heart
My heart
My shaking heart
My howl my shake dog
Oh shake dog shake
Shake shake
Shake dog shake
But we slept all night in the virgin's bed
And dreamed of death
And breathed like sick dogs
We slept all night in the virgin's bed
And breathed like death
And dreamed of sick dogs
Shake shake
Shake dog shake
Wake up wake up wake up
Shake dog shake
Wake up wake up wake up
Shake dog shake
Wake up in the new blood
Make up in the new blood
Shake up in the new blood
And follow me to where the real fun is
Shake dog shake
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bird Mad Girl
This girl has got a smile
That can make me cry
This girl just burns with love
She's burning burning deep outside
Night time night time
Sets my house on fire
I'll turn into the melting man
I'll lose my life
To feel I feel desire
Oh I should feel
Like a polar bear...
It's impossible
She flies outside this cage
Singing girlmad words
I keep her dark thoughts deep inside
As black as stone
And mad as birds
Wild wild wild
And never turn away
Sends me all her love
She sends me everything
She sends me everywhere
Oh I could be
A polar bear...
It's impossible
I try to talk
The sky goes red
I forget
So fill my head
With some of this
Some of that
Some of every word she said
Oh I should be
A polar bear...
But it's impossible
Writer: LAURENCE ANDREW TOLHURST, ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Wailing Wall
The holy city breathed
Like a dying man
It moved with hopeful tears
With the tears of the blind
And on and on as the night drew in
Through broken streets
That sucked me in
My feet were bare and cut with stones
With walking to the promised land
I pushed through crowds
Through seas of prayer
Through twisting hands and choking air
A vulture at the wailing wall
I circled...
Waiting...
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Give Me It
Get away from me
Get your fingers out of my face
This room's so hot
This room's so hot
I break the walls
Get away from me
Leave me alone
Like the pig on the stairs
Hanging
In a groovy purple shirt
Gasping for air
I'm gasping for air
I'm gasping for love
I'm gasping for air
Slit the cats like cheese
Then eat the sweet sticky things
Suck harder suck harder
Suck your insides insides out
Blood thick swimming round your feet
As you're choking
Choking
Choking on the fleshy words
Give me it give me it give me it
Deaden my glassy mind
Give me it give me it give me it
Make me blind
One step back and one step down
And slip the needles in my side
My head is cold
My hands are cold
My heart is cold
My heart is black
And stops every f*cking night
Every night
I wait until it stops
Sing birds sing birds sing birds sing
Get away
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dressing Up
Going under slowly
It never seems too late
Going under so slow...
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to touch all this
I'm dressing up to dance all week
I'm dressing up to sleep
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to be all this
I could eat your face
I could eat all of you
Oh this night will never let me go...
Going under slowly
Never seems too late
Going under slowly...
You'll pick me up again
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Caterpillar
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker
Here you are
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata
Caterpillar girl
Flowing in and filling up my hopeless heart
Oh, never, never go
Oh, I'll dust my lemon lies
With powder, pink and sweet
The day I stop is the day you change
And fly away from me
You flicker and you're beautiful
You glow inside my head
You hold me hypnotized, I'm mesmerized
Your flames, the flames that kiss me dead
I'll dust my lemon lies
With powder, pink and sweet
The day I stop's the day you change
And fly away from me
Oh, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker
Here you are
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata
Caterpillar girl
Flowing in and filling up my hopeless heart
Oh, never, never go
Oh, I'll dust my lemon lies
With powder, pink and sweet
The day I stop's the day you change
And fly away, away from me
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata, caterpillar girl
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata, caterpillar girl
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata, caterpillar girl
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata
Cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata-cata, caterpillar girl
Writer: Robert James Smith, Laurence Andrew Tolhurst
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Piggy In The Mirror
Shapes in the drink like Christ
Cracks in the pale blue wall
I'm walking slowly and quickly but
Always away
Twisting twisting to the floor
Flowers in your mouth and the same dry song
The routine from laughter land
Sixteen white legs and a row of teeth
They watch you in secrecy
You're dying for the hope is gone
From here we go nowhere again
I'm trapped in my face and I'm changing
Too much
I can't climb out the way I fell in
Jump with me
For that old forgotten dance
The midnight sun will burn you up
Your life is cold
Your life is hard
Your life is too much for words
These occasions are such a relief
Another point another view to send
Hey hey hey!
We start to talk
And it's all so safe...
I feed you in my dreams
Footsteps on a wire
High above my head
The stain reveals my real intention
I'm the waiting beast
I'm the twisted nerve
As I dance
Dance back to the body in my bed
Look at the piggy
Piggy in the mirror
Writer: LAURENCE ANDREW TOLHURST, ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Empty World
As stiff as toys
And tall as men
And swaying like the wind torn trees
She talked about the empty world
With eyes like poisoned birds
She talked about the armies
That marched inside her head
And how they made her dreams go bad
But oh!
How happy she was!
How proud she was!
To be fighting in the war
In the empty world!
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bananafish Bones
Curl into a ball like you have more fun
That would make it faster
Why do you do it do you do it do you act like you?
Why do you do it do you act like you?
Don't fight
Go red and blue and black and white
Sell this sell this
Or leave it senseless like a suck on a gun?
"Put a piece of metal in your head" you said
"Make you dead
Make you hippa hippa hippa hippa... "
A palace of stones
Of your bananafish bones
I'd buy you a hundred years old
To celebrate our difference
Theorise and talk yourself
Until you're tired and old
Disappear everywhere and watch me
Pull my lips apart
Exploit! Inspire! Encourage!
Be responsible for this...
Ha ha!
I don't think
I don't think
I make use of all this time
Oh kill me kiss me once
And then we'll throw it away
And then we'll throw it away...
Turn off the lights
And tell me about the games you play...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Top
"I don't care"
If only I could say that
And not feel so sick and scared
"I don't care"
If only I could say that
If only my eyes would close...
"It's Jesus brilliant"
You used to laugh
"Walking these gorgeous blocks...
This top is the place
Where nobody goes
You just imagine
You just imagine it all... "
Every day I lie here
And know that it's true
All I really want is you
Please come back
Please come back
Like all the other ones do...
Please come back
All of you...
Writer: ROBERT JAMES SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group