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Kept My Mouth Shut

by Skunk Anansie

on Charity (1995), Post Orgasmic Chill (1999)

Save me from critical acclaim
Save my smile its' too cracked from fame
Wish me well with my fantasy
Feel my arrogance with your sanity

Wash me oh so painfully clean
Disect my words with a fist full of your dreams
Build me up and strike me down please
Sign my name, sign my name

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche

Colour my views in red, white and blueI'm wide awake now, wide awake nowI kiss you, I kiss you, but I'm falling down
And all my friends are crowding around

They're crowding around looking down to see
But all they can see is me, me, me
So blow me away now, with your screwed up mind
There's no charm left now, for you to find

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche J
ust a cliche, just a cliche

I see you, you see me
And who the hell am I supposed to be
I don't care now but I know that I should
Wasting away like you knew I would

It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, still
It takes blood and guts to be this cool
But I'm still, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche
Just a cliche, just a cliche