Ghosts
(R. Williams / S. Duffy)

Here I stand victorious
The only man who made you come
And when you cried
You cried for us
And when we died
You died alone
gravity's calling
Don't go home
Where are we?

Did what I could
For one of us
I always thought it was for you
And when I lied
Oh, I lied for us
Because you never heard the truth
I am lying alone tonight
Don't go home
Where are we
If we are ghosts?
(a long, long time ago)
It looks like we could have made it better
We are ghosts
(long, long time)
Me and you
We are ghosts
(long, long time ago)
We could have made it
We are ghosts
(long, long time...)
Me and you
(..ago)

Look at the time it's taken me
To get away from what was said
I'll never leave
I'll always love
You know that all those words are dead
And buried at yours tonight
Move aside
I'm taking you home

On the radio
She was that summer song
Packing them in
Making them dance
A law of her own
Taking the time
To sing it
I don't need you
But I'm lost
Lost without you tonight
Have you no heart
Where are we?

Hold
A love like gold
(We are ghosts)
Then fold
They're taking down our sattelite
Josephine
I follow your star tonight
(We are ghosts)
If not tonight
Then when will she say
That we're not ghosts

(In the cinema on the boulevard
In the public house discotheque
On the BBC in the coffee shops
From the autobahn on the 101
In the hit parade and the milky way
On our mobile phone calling Babylon
And on Channel 4 everybody is singing)

Make Me Pure
(R. Williams / S. Duffy / C. Heath)

So I sing a song
To reel 'em in
It's a song I've sung before
And a song I'm gonna sing again
I mean every word and
I don't mean a single one of them
Oh Lord, make me pure - but not yet

Tell a joke
Tell it twice
If no one else is laughing then why am I?
I split my sides both times and laugh until I cry
Oh Lord, please make me pure - but not yet

I don't have to try
I just dial it in
I've never found a job that for me was worth bothering
I've got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones
beneath this skin
Oh Lord, make me pure - but not yet

Smoking kills
S.ex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well
Oh Lord, make me pure - but not yet

I stopped praying, so I hope this song will do
I wrote it all for you
I'm not perfect but you don't mind that, do you
I know you're there to pull me through, aren't you

So I look for love
I like the search
And I've been standing for election all across the known universe
Every president gets the country she deserves
Oh Lord, make me pure - but not yet

And I've been seeing
Somebody's wife
She said she'd leave him for me and I said that wasn't wise
You can't lie to a liar because of all the lies
Oh Lord, please make me pure but not yet

Advertising Space
(R. Williams / S. Duffy)

Uuuuhhh Aaaahhhaaa Uhhhh

There's no earthly way of knowing
What was in your heart
When it stopped going
The whole world shook
The storm was blowing through you.
Waiting for God to stop this
And up to your neck in darkness
Everyone around you was corrupted
Say something

There's no dignity in death
To sell the world your last breath
We're still fighting over
Everything you left

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

And no one learned from your mistakes
We let our prophets go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is advertising space

Through your eyes the world was burning
Please be gentle I'm still learning
You seemed to say as you kept turning up
They poisoned you with compromise
At what point did you realise
Everybody loves your life, but you

A special agent for the man
Through Watergate and Vietnam
No one really gave a d.amn
D'you think the CIA did

I saw you standing at the gates
When Marlon Brando passed away
You had that look upon your face
Advertising space

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our prophets go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is advertising space

Ooh, uuuh

No one learned from your mistakes
We let our prophets go to waste
All that's left in any case
Is advertising space

I've seen your daughter, man she's cute
I was scared but I wanted to
Boy, she looks a lot like you

Your Gay Friend
(R. Williams / S. Duffy)

A woohoo!

Hey hey here comes no one
Another friend to have a go on
And she asks me do I miss her when she's gone?
And I reply "As much as I miss anyone"

Oh! A woohoo
And I'll be your gay friend
'Cus your marriage never ends
Till we f.uck and fight again
There's a space between us

So jump into my bed
And pretend the world is dead
Always in my head
Is a face between us

Hey Lord forgive us if we're wrong
And make sure that he never hears this song
And she says that I'm the opposite of a Hallmark card
She asks me how I'm feeling well
I don't want to think that hard

Oh! A woohoo!
And I'll be your gay friend
'Cus your marriage never ends
Till we f.uck and fight again
There's a space between us

Jump into my bed
And pretend the world is dead
And always in my head
Is a face between us

It's the late show now
How does the late show end?
Well if God is in the details
Thank God that you're my friend
I have a friend again
You are my friend again
My gay friend

Oh! A woohoo! erhh
So jump into my bed
And pretend the world is dead
Always in my head
There's a space between us

And I'll be your gay friend
'Cus your marriage never ends
Till we f.uck and fight again
There's a space between us
A woohoo!

Random Acts of Kindness
(R. Williams / S. Duffy)

For those about to die we salute you
For those about to cry we love you
For those of us who live in fear
Of Happy Christmas and New Year
I raise a toast to you

And if it hurts to be so blind
Why don't you try being kind

They've decided to become
A little more proactive
Creep upon you while you sleep
And make you less attractive

Born without a spine
Why don't you try being kind

For those out drinking at their mother's wake
You'll find a way to soldier on
For those whose love evaporates
I pray you'll find where you belong

Oh the words I have repressed
Are coming out today I guess
It's justice not respect I'm after
And that just leaves contempt
For you all

I am just a simple man
With simple expectations
With deep regrets they're seldom met
God speed my generation

And with Crowley on my mind
I should try being kind

For those about to die we salute you
For those about to cry we love you

For those about to die we salute you
For those about to cry we love you

A Place To Crash
(R. Williams / S. Duffy)

I I I
I'm on a mission
To abuse my position
Abuse it with you
Love, I'm a cynical b.itch
I'm gonna scratch that itch
With a b.itch like you

Modern thinking's made me miserable
Everything is unforgivable
If not for you
I wouldn't come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your boney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can feel the class
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Guitar

If theres a freak in here
Looking for someone like me
I fit that description
Perfectly

Boom boom boom
I bet they resent you
They would if they met you
Met you with me

Every move you make is poetry
They all fake what you do naturally
If not for you
I wouldnt come at all

Find a place to crash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Move your boney ass
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
Love me like I'm cash
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)
You can see the class
(Boom boom, boom boom labida)

Kiss me with your mouth
Teach me with your brain
All right

Oh yeah, oh yeah

They say I say
When I say nothing at all
That leaves a taste in my stomach
And it's no taste at all

I can't sing, I can't dance
That didn't stop me at all
It's a ball when I call, if I call you at all

Love is the reason but it wont pay my rent
Only palone fill your dish in the dent
I won't be happy till the money's been spent
I forget to forget, oh f.uck it, oh f.uck it

yeah yeah yeah yeah