Broken Music For Broken People - Suede
Lyrics by：Brett Anderson/Richard Oakes
Composed by：Brett Anderson/Richard Oakes
Produced by：Ed Buller
They sit around in Tinsel Town and count their money
As we stumble through the waiting rooms with shop girls change
Through every station on medication that marks our bodies
But let's forget about the money
And our hell is our shame is our heaven yeah
And I come alive in your arms
Oh and it's broken music and it's broken people who will save the world
Oh and it's broken music and it's broken people who will save the world
Oh and we sit and chain-smoke on the pavement and we do our shopping
And in the hinterlands we trip and laugh and slip and fall on our hands
And under endless skies we fell in love and then we died
But when the lights went out we believed in something rather than nothing
And our hell was our shame was our heaven yeah
And I'd come alive in your arms
Oh well it's broken music and it's broken people who will save the world
Oh well it's broken music and it's broken people who will save the world