Devotchkas "Live Fast ... Die Young"

Devotchkas - Live Fast...Die Young. Cd 2001, Punkore Records.










PSEUDO-PERSONALITY

You pick out some friends and to them you'll cling
Then you wait and see who next week will bring
You choose your friends wisely to take you to the top
You climb the social ladder and don't know when to stop


[Chorus:]

Suck 'em in and spit them outt
Hats what you're all about
The time will come, won't be long
People will notice somethings' going wrong
Shit on people and they soon will seeyou have a pseudo-personality


You stumbled into punk and saw your way in
Doing anything you could to fit in
You lead people on and they fall in your trap
You get what you need and you leave them flat


[Chorus]

You're outta control and all I've got to say
Is what goes around comes around one day
One step at a time you're knocking people down
Look at your nose-its turning brown


[Chorus]

It won't be long, just wait and see
People are gonna' notice how fake you can be
Their gonna' realize you're nothing but a fluke
Stop what you're doing-you're making people puke


[Chorus x2]


THE WICKED HEART


I was young and so naive
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
And so I gave it to you
Now left in pieces like broken jewels

You just up and left me here
For rot-gut gin and cheap beer
But I'm over crying and into fits
Sad to see you go, you piece of shit


Chorus:]


I have a wicked heart because of you
Now hate is all that I can do
I have a wicked heart because of you
Now hate is all I'll ever do


Endless tears I cried for years
Your endless bottoms of empty beers
Smiling with your drink in hand
To think I once called you a "real man"
I was always 2nd best, but what could I do?
When you loved a bottle and I loved YOU


[Chorus]

It makes me sick to think I cared
Knowing you were never there
And you'll go on, what will you be?
Never again a part of me

With empty hearts and open hands
You will hold your tainted stance
Remember me when you fall apart
Because you gave me this wicked heart


[Chorus x2]


NEGATIVE REACTION



You like to mock us but don't you know
You're just like the rest-you're society's clone
And just like a product on a shelf
You can be bought or you can be sold

[Chorus]

But your negative reaction
Won't bring me down
No matter what you say or do
I'll keep standing my ground


You love to point fingers and yet just the same
Whats unique about you when you're a pawn in a game
Just like a window-front mannequin
Your face has no identifiable name


[Chorus]


I don't agree with how you think-you tell me I'm not right
You judge the book by the cover without a peek inside
You've got an ignorant answer for everything I do
You've got a chip on your shoulder and a bad attitude


[Chorus]



PUSHED TO THE LIMIT


He was a young boy in school
all the kids played him a fool
a quiet boy, no friends at all
he tried to fit but still felt small

Fucked up family-nowhere to turn
Kept his feelings inside-soon he'd learnt
his boy was always left alone
maybe things would be OK if someone had known


[Chorus]


Pushed to the limit
with nowhere to go
what did they do to make this boy blow?
Pushed to the limit
what a surprise
this quiet lonely boy-and 5 kids have died


Everyday he was pushed even more
holding it in, his hatred soared
The kids at school, hurting his pride
everyone ignored him-pushed him aside


They called him a loser, knocked him aroun
dall of 'em pushed him to the ground
He tried to defend himself and failed
til one day the thoughts in his mind prevailed

[Chorus]

Next day at school he had a gun
kids continued pushing and making fun
not knowing what he had planned
they didn't notice the gun in his hand

Victims of their own demise
one by one he stared in their eyes
He pulled the gun and shot 'em all
and laughed to himself as he watched em fall

[Chorus x2]


LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG


Boy with no name, he was only 18
Never loved too much
Hated the monarchy
Yes he hated the queen
Real antisocial and he acted real mean
Was he in a dream?
Dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams


Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey
Rumpa, rumpa


So full of hate and full of fury
To tell you a story
You would say
He was a one man jury
Catalog of anger posted through your door
Your door, your door, your door
Your door, your door, your door


Stole a gun and he stole a car
Oh boy, oh boy
With no pretty polly he would go far
Down to London where the bright lights are
Lights are, lights are, lights are
And I say
The mission his decision


He took out the gun
On that fateful day
The winds blew cold, the sky turned grey
He pointed the gun
And then he pulled the trigger
The message that he would now deliver


TRAVEL IN PACKS


Here you come looking to fight
making sure to ruin the night
thinking everyones full of fear
when really no one wants you here
coming to shows in a pack
you have to make sure you have back
I look and see how pathetic you are
the way you live, you won't get far

[Chorus]

You travel in packs cuz' you can't fight alone
You travel in packs-all of eachother's clones
You travel in packs-you have small dicks
You travel in packs-you make me sick

Knock him down, kick him in the face
all of you one steady pace
look at that-you made him bleed
Off of this is how you feed
call your friends to come around
so you can knock him to the ground
you're all ready to attack
just as long as he's held back


[Chorus]


Look and see the people you harrass
then when confronted, you'll kiss ass
you have a different view everytime
and you'll never be a friend of mine
what the fuck are you're politics?
you like keeping them a secret
You say its about American pride
get off the fence and pick a side


[Chorus]

All of you with something to prove
always ready to make a move
but you know if it's one on one
you would be the first to run
I think its funny when you act tough
you'll all leave when it gets rough
how do you think you're cool
when we all know that your a bunch of fools?

[Chorus x2]


WHAT HAPPENED?


One person talks a lot of shit and everyone listens
another speaks the truth and no one cares
the scene is nothing but blank stares
no one has a mind of their own

[Chorus]

What happened to the music?
I can't hear it!
What happened to the unity?
I can't see it!
What's happened to the scene? It's all lies...

The lies are spreading fast like a nasty disease
the kids are gonna' agree just to appease
you're all full of shit and I don't care
You can take your rumours and shove 'em up your ass

[Chorus]

Who are you to judge-you're not a king
Sit on your throne but you'll be alone
Don't let your ego soar cuz' no ones listening
you're gonna' be the one who's left behind

[Chorus]

This whole things gonna' blow up in your face
Everyones gonna' realize you're a disgrace
you think you've got the scene by the collar
But people will realize and stop being followers

[Chorus]

You think you've got the scene under your wing
but things aren't always as they seem
it's slipping from your fingers as I speak
You're gonna' realize your way too weak

[Chorus]


TRANSPARENT CREED


You preach with such conviction
but your life mirrors contradiction
daddy foots the bill
sas you live a life of priveleged frills
buying hair dye with mommy's visa card
yet you bitch that life is so hard
with a punker-than-thou attitude
you hide behind a facade to elude

[Chorus:]

You're a simple book to read
with your transparent creed
Your facade recedes
to your front-we do heed.


Sent to an ivy league school
only to come out a corporate fool
one day sporting daddy's benz
next day your politi-punk stance condescends
your opinions are ineffectual
you're a phoney pseudo-intellectual
out to prove yourself with verbal affrays
but your prescence here is just a phase

[Chorus]

You make attempts to theorize
with motives contrived to criticize
you'll find ways to falsly justify your guise
to explain to yourself your lies
you'll be gone in two years-an accurate prediction
and elsewhere you'll live out a life of fiction
family money affords your fleeting radical views
but nothing can buy you true virtues

[Chorus][Repeat 1st Verse][Chorus x2]


GONE CRAZY


Violence isn't an answer to problems you've got
but people sure use the excuse here alot
If you don't like someone or how they look
show 'em your hatred with a left hook
How silly is this shit-its making me sick
ruining fun by acting like pricks
I look around and see so much gone wrong
how much longer can this crap go on?

[Chorus:]

Has everyone all gone crazy?
I think everyone's all gone crazy!
Has everyone all gone crazy?
I think I'm going-gone-CRAZY!


You pay eights bucks to get into the show
but it gets cut off early cuz theres a fight-way to go!
I'm tired of calling it an early night
because some tough bonehead went picking a fight
Someone once called your friend you now call a foe
so you "even the score" by striking a blow
this petty nonsense is giving punk a bad name
and hooligans like you are putting good kids to shame

[Chorus]

How many more kids do you have to drop?
how many more venues will close before this stops?
How many more good times must come to a halt?
you can't even answer cuz' you know you're at fault

[Chorus]


HER LOVE IS INNOCENCE


When they 1st met, he swept her off her feet
with a boyish smile, acting so sweet
They talked alot-got along really well
little did she know-she was entering his hell
Her love grew stronger with every day
She'd always wish he'd never change in any way
as time passed on he started to change
The innocence left him-he was becoming so strange

[Chorus:]

Her love is innocen
cehe took her by surprise
her love is innocence
in her weakness he prides
her love is innocence
love will always be blind
her love is innocence
trying to break from his bind

[Extra Verse]

things were going great
he was liked by her friends
he made her happys
he never wanted it to end
the days went by
and the closer they got
in her open heart
she gave him a special spot

Perfect in others eyes
if they'd only known more
like what went on behind his closed doors
he hid it well by trying to act so cute
scared for herself she had to remain mute
with his short temper he was always ready to snap
with no conscience he'd set up his trap
she always kept quiet-scared of what he might do
he made her sick, left her black and blue

[Chorus]

She tried to leave but she was scared of his threats
he was relentless and he never had any regrets
he'd push her around and then laugh in her face
held her at knifpoint to show her his place
wheres that sweet boy
she had met years before?

she didn't understand as he knocked her to the floor
she picked herself up and left him behind
all he has left
is his warped and twisted mind

[Chorus]


LIKE ANIMALS

A grey sky falls on blood-soaked land where children used to play
theres no more laughter in the air-its all been blown away
The bodies burn in the sun as you just march on by
so handsome in your unifroms, but you bat not an eye

[Chorus:]

Like animals
gun-toting freak
scracked-up in cami
minds so weak
possesed like zombies in the night
all you want's to kill and fight

[Spoken:]

"..your politics and policies, have left children without families...
but you can't wash the blood from your hands..
and giving you the 'right to kill' and a loaded gun will not make you a man..."

Like life-sized G.I. Joe's you go-programmed to kill
trained to massacre other human beings at will
so well trained, with guns aimed-you rip 'em up with no remorse
you don't hesitate to pull the trigger-it's just a matter of course

[Chorus]

[Spoken ]

Your minds poisoned to think it just
to leave children dead in the dust
Oh my soldier hero! Bodies 'round the place...
when it's time to come home how can you look me in the face?
The body count rises, your conscience falls but you don't even care at all

[Chorus]


POOGLY


We sat in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a dlip dark chill winter bastard though dry.

What they sold there was milk plus something else.

They had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog And All His Holy Angels and SAints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg.

There were three devotchkas sitting at the counter all together, but there were four of us malchicks and it was usually like all for all and one for one.

These sharps were dressed in the heighth of fashion too, with purple and green and orange wigs on their gullivers, each one not costing less than three or four weeks of those sharps' wages, i should reckon, and make-up to match (rainbows round the glazzies, that is, and the rot painted very wide).

Then they had long black very straight dresses, and on the groody part of them they had little badges of like silver with different malchicks' names on them - Joe and Mike and suchlike.

These were supposed to be the names of different malchicks they'd spatted with before they were fourteen.

There was a doddery starry schoolmaster type veck, glasses on and his rot open to the cold nochy air. He looked a malenky bit poogly, then he-- hahaha.

What the fuck does "poogly" mean?
I dunno but this Anthony Burgess guy sure seems to like it.