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So let’s be done with this
So let’s be done with this
You said "I want you, I don’t want another
You said "I want you, I don’t want another
I want a girl who knows how to suffer"
I want a girl who knows how to suffer"
Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry
Chalk down my hands, I need to work the bars dry
So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible
So now you’re in the middle of someone terrible
And you’re carrying a tiny crucible
And you’re carrying a tiny crucible
Every raw boy want relief
Every raw boy want relief
You tough guys with the glass jaws
You tough guys with the glass jaws
Your pins, your backstage laws
Your pins, your backstage laws
Your French positions, your stripper damage
Your French positions, your stripper damage
It’s more than you can hide
It’s more than you can hide
More than you can manage
More than you can manage


I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
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
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
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
Done with the black cotton mafia
Done with the black cotton mafia
Last one, done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
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
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
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
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
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 with silver skin
You dream of a girl cooled and thinned
You dream of a girl cooled and thinned
She’s gone a bit blue around the edges
She’s gone a bit blue around the edges
You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes
You want a girl who sucks her thumb when she comes
You’re just looking for a clean sleep
You’re just looking for a clean sleep
She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen
She doesn’t want to see you, she wants to be seen
By the cameras, the crews and the soft machines
By the cameras, the crews and the soft machines
You want a girl who could suck the chrome
You want a girl who could suck the chrome
You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish
You’re so rocked and wrapped in anguish
Some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish
Some little tragedy I’m slow to extinguish
Watching the suitors stagger home
Watching the suitors stagger home
Now I’m butcher
Now I’m butcher
Now you’re bone
Now you’re bone


I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
Done with the black cotton mafia
Done with the black cotton mafia
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
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
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
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
It’s documented (tequila-scented)
It’s documented (tequila-scented)
I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
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
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 pale and bled
You want a girl who’s easily led
You want a girl who’s easily led
Her slim hips, your tight grip
Her slim hips, your tight grip
Tell me it doesn’t hurt just a little bit boy
Tell me it doesn’t hurt just a little bit boy
Come on, copy
Come on, copy
She doesn’t read you
She doesn’t read you
She fed the hand that bit her
She fed the hand that bit her
She doesn’t need you
She doesn’t need you
Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes
Your fill-in girls, your soft metal foxes
Your white receipts
Your white receipts
Your big, black boxes
Your big, black boxes
Life doesn’t mean telling lies
Life doesn’t mean telling lies
It means enduring what you despise
It means enduring what you despise


I’m done with the dark boys, through with the dark boys
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
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
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
Done with the dark boys, I swear you’ll be the last one


I’m done
I’m done
I’m through
I’m through
|Nicole Blackman|℗ 2000 Mute Records Limited}}
|Nicole Blackman|℗ 2000 Mute Records Limited}}

Latest revision as of 16:13, 13 November 2019

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.