Perfect (12" Remix)
THE THE"Perfect (12" Remix)" is a song by THE THE, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 7:57 long and contains 75 lines and 443 words.
Lyrics
0:00Perfect(12_ Remix) - TheThe
1:13It's a chilly English winter and solitude
1:15is never easy to maintain.
1:19Except when it rains
1:24So I hang an empty smile
1:25beneath my empty eyes.
1:27And go out for a walk
1:31The wet morning sun reflects off
1:33the paving stones.
1:34While a little dog barks it's head off
1:38in the distance.
1:42Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
1:49My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
1:54What is there to fear from such a
1:55regular world?
1:57Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
2:04My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
2:08What is there to fear from such
2:10a regular world?
2:55Passing by a cemetery I think of all
2:57the little hopes and dreams.
2:59That lie lifeless and unfulfilled
3:02beneath the soil.
3:05I see an old man fingering his
3:08perishing flesh.
3:09He tells himself he was a good
3:11man and did good things.
3:13Amused and confused by
3:15life's little ironies.
3:17He swallows his bottle of
3:18distilled damnation.
3:35People trot around with unseeing eyes.
3:39They're looking for something
3:40that doesn't exist.
3:42The world we once knew is
3:44being eaten up by rust.
3:46No-one has time for the past
3:48but still in God they trust.
3:50The future is now, but it's all going wrong.
3:53Bodies queue for nothing for it
3:55is to nothing they belong.
3:57People say their prayers and some work hard.
4:00If you give them all your money,
4:02they'll give you their hearts.
4:05This town ain't getting like a ghost town.
4:11It's getting like hell
4:16Oh what a perfect day to
4:20think about myself.
4:23My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
4:27What is there to fear from such
4:29a regular world?
4:30Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
4:38My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
4:42What is there to fear from such a
4:44regular world?
6:45Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
6:53My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
6:57What is there to fear from such a
6:59regular world?
7:00Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
7:07My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
7:11What is there to fear from such a
7:14regular world?
7:15Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
7:22My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
7:26What is there to fear from such a
7:28regular world?
7:29Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
7:36My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
7:41What is there to fear from such a
7:42regular world?
7:44Oh what a perfect day to think about myself.
7:51My feet are firmly screwed to the floor.
7:55What is there to fear from such a
7:57regular world?
Perfect(12_ Remix) - TheThe It's a chilly English winter and solitude is never easy to maintain. Except when it rains So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes. And go out for a walk The wet morning sun reflects off the paving stones. While a little dog barks it's head off in the distance. Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Passing by a cemetery I think of all the little hopes and dreams. That lie lifeless and unfulfilled beneath the soil. I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh. He tells himself he was a good man and did good things. Amused and confused by life's little ironies. He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation. People trot around with unseeing eyes. They're looking for something that doesn't exist. The world we once knew is being eaten up by rust. No-one has time for the past but still in God they trust. The future is now, but it's all going wrong. Bodies queue for nothing for it is to nothing they belong. People say their prayers and some work hard. If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts. This town ain't getting like a ghost town. It's getting like hell Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world? Oh what a perfect day to think about myself. My feet are firmly screwed to the floor. What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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