Chrome

Lyrics

Chrome

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

Last one, 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 dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one

Last one, done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys

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

I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys

It’s documented (tequila-scented)

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

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 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 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

Songwriter: Nicole Blackman
Publishing Information: ℗ 2000 Mute Records Limited

Dates where Chrome was played

Chrome has never been played live.