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.
