Bauhaus - Harry

Well hello pretty woman
You're looking good
With a yellow dot skirt
And you're swaying, hah

You look as though you've ate your one last meal
You're conceit is all thats left
You can sing a spiel
You used to hide away in kiosk land
Let's find you out and loosen up
You're so upset

Making coffee for the poor machines
Stipulate, copulate for all his schemes

I have you
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it
We have fun
We go places to have some, hah

Well they're as stiff as New York
With the right wing lights
And the babies get for real if the group is right
Following her swallowing some two-tone pills
They said he's looking crazy, but he's so well built
You're moving steady, soon you'll be that star
Don't wrap up my tomorrows in your infectious car
They'll line you up and strip you down you'll see
That you're still the horny two-eyed bitch you used to be

Aye-aye-ah
Aye-aye-ah

Your mothers and your fathers and your boyfriend too
They're hiding places can't and won't expect you to

But he's seen shadows upon that ball
Fix the cast or fix to catch the things they install
They'll soon realize that stardom's going to your head
They'll visualize you rising my poor blood is dead
Your mother father brother sister too
Natural best, all the best go on you

I have you (Aye-aye-ah)
You have me
We go where we want to be
We have it (Aye-aye-ah)
We have fun
We go places to have some

Lalalalalalalalalalala la
Lalalalalalalalalalala la
Lalalalalalalalalalala la

Bauhaus - Nerves

Nerve ends tick in flicker book animation
One eye's closed in fear, anticipation
Will it stay shut? Will it ever open?
What if?
What if?

Nerves.
Tell tale tongues lick at seven senses
Brittle spittle sparks you are defenseless
The fabric of dreams is ripped apart
Nerves.
As you feel the twist of the shadowed dagger
In your pumping heart

Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel

Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel

Sense of serenity is shattered in the glint of splintered glass.
A trail of random cutlery cuts a dash in the concrete underpass
Nerves.
Nerves.

Nerves.
Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel
Nerves like nylon, nerves like steel

Bauhaus - Silent Hedges

Following the silent hedges

Needing some other kind of madness

Looking into purple eyes

Sadness at the corners

Works of art with a minimum of steel

Pure sensation

The beautiful down grade

Going to hell again

Going to hell again

Self confidence leaks

From a thousand wounds

Faults of civilization

Burning the private paradise of dreams

Minus hands of the electric clock

Clock

Clock

Clock

What happens when the intoxication of success has evaporated?

Pure sensation

The beautiful down grade

Going to hell again

Going to hell again

Again

Again

Again

Bauhaus - Kingdom's Coming

Madness in the wind's got something to say

It ripped you apart

It will always be that way

It said kingdom's coming, causes chaos

Will cut to pieces

The film you saw today

It's your big bad secret

Your crown of thorns

Bauhaus - Hollow Hills

Ancient earthwork, fort and barrow
Discreetly hide their secret abodes
The most fearful hide deep inside
And venture not there upon Yuletide

For invasion of their hollow hills
That music hold and Oberon fill
Is surely recommended not
For fear of death, in fear of rot

Hollow hills
Hollow hills
Hollow hills
Hollow hills

Baleful sound and wild voices ignored
Ill luck, disaster - the one reward
Violated sanctity of supermen's hills
So sad (hollow hills)
Love lies there still (hollow hills)

So sad (hollow hills)
So sad (hollow hills)
Hollow hills (hollow hills)
Hollow hills (hollow hills)

Hollow hills
Hollow hills

And witches too, and goblin's too
And speckled sills
Lament, repent
Oh mortal you (oh mortal you)

So sad (hollow hills), so sad
So sad, so sad...

Bauhaus - In The Night

In the night, in the chair

He sits there, he sits tight

No more cans, no more crime

See the place, see the time

You never know

He walks light, don't know how

Maybe now, in the night

Oh, I know, yes I know

There's no chat

He's for show

You never know

Sees the place and tries to get the time

He's slowly slipping into the slime

Can't inject into his veins

Blood and guff ooze out and stain

Cares not that he really bleeds

Death not hell is what he needs

Sees the place, checks the time

Some other place, some other time

You never know

Slipping up and down his writhing side

His eyes begin to ponder pride

Subjective pics of misled youth

Before him lies the dreadful truth

Undignifiled, Insignified

His wrist on to the razor slides

You never know

Bauhaus - Spirit

Tonight I could be with you
Or waiting in the Wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings

I wear a coat of drums
And dance upon your eyes
Turn the tables upside down
Change the lows to highs
Change the lows to highs

I fill you up with butterflies
Crown the heads of kings
Be glad of first night nerves
For fear gives courage wings
Fear gives courage wings

If I am on the sidelines
Chances are you'll miss
Wait alone and spotlit
For Doctor Theatre's kiss

The stage becomes a ship in flames
I tie you to the mast
Throw your body overboard
The spotlight doesn't last
The spotlight doesn't last

I could be with you
Or waiting in the wings
Lift your heart with soaring song
Cut down the puppet strings
Cut down the puppet strings

I may tap you on the shoulder
And whisper "go" in red
Strip your feet of lead my friend
Strip your feet of lead

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

Call the curtain
Raise the roof
Spirits on tonight

We love our audience

Bauhaus - Dark Entries

Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheaths and pills
Invading all those stills
In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain
Oh please, miss lane
Leave me with some pain

Went walking through this city's neon lights
In fear of disguising my warping seathing
Pressure lines and graceless heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues (dark entries...)
Girating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries...)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries...)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries...)
He often sleekly offers his services (dark entries...)
Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries...)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...)
Of lonely office clerks (dark entries...)
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye (dark entries...)

I came upon your room it stuck into my head
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
All my shielded pride
Until exposed became my darker side

Puckering up and down some avenue of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times, cold times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries
Dark entries

Bauhaus - Double Dare

I dare you, to be real
To touch a flickering flame
The pangs of dark delight
Don't cower in night fright

Don't back away just yet
From destinations set
I dare you to be proud
To dare to shout aloud
For convictions that you feel
Like sound from bells to peal
I dare you to speak of your despise
For bureaucracy, hypocrisy- all liars

I dare
I dare
I dare, you, you

Bauhaus - The Man With The X-Ray Eyes

Shoes that no man would want to wear
Wipe away  the night's last cold stare
Red fist curled 'round the house
Wash away, boy, Shelly's shoes
Wash

Chocolate power is so crisp
Atomic open house is really here
And we have gone so desperate
Your power knows no bounds
And heavier with time are our shoes
That no man would want to wear
New tread wipes a wet road so dry
It stings

Into the borrowed course
Under the dreadful birds
Under the singing soil and all those guilty clouds

I have seen too much, wipe away my eyes too much
Wipe away my eyes, too much
Wipe away my eyes, too much
Wipe away my eyes, too much

Bauhaus - King Volcano

Overshadowed by her sister
Pretty girl would scream,

King Volcano gave me numbers
King Volcano is clean
King Volcano is clean

Lonely people burn like candles
Only we are clean
Lonely people burn like candles
Only we are clean

Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the back

Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box

Bela Lugosi's dead
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead

The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count

Bela Lugosi's dead
Bela Lugosi's dead
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Undead

Oh Bela
Bela's undead
Oh Bela
Bela's undead

Bela's undead
Oh Bela
Bela's undead
Oh Bela

Bauhaus - Burning From The Inside

Running without aim
Through the razor weeds
That only reach my knees
And when I'm lying in the grey sleep
I don't know how to walk the boards
I open my eyes, and look at the floor
And now I don't see you anymore

There is no choice, we make a point
To counteract a threatening hand
Close my hold
Let's be near
Let's be near the atmosphere

Bauhaus - The Three Shadows Pt.2

Oh classic gentlemen
Say your prayers
To the wind, of prostitution
To your faces, and Rex complexes
Riddle my breast
Full of the oppressed puss

Oh gentlemen, with your fish
The you surround, all around
And you man, will always point
Your fishes, at me

But I will always exist
Because I always exist
Damn good too

The rat race begins
The fat face stings
I hold the fresh pink baby
With a smile
I slice off those rosy cheeks
Because I feel so thirsty

And Oedipus Rex complexes
...riddle my closed bloated breast

Bauhaus - Mask

The man of shadows thinks in clay
Dreamed trapped thoughts of suffocation day
He's seen in iron environments
With plastic sweat out of chiselled slits for eyes

From the growth underneath the closed mouth
You'll catch if you listen
Rack-trapped cubist vowels
From a dummy head expression
From a dummy head expression

The transformation is invested
With the mysterious and the shameful
While the thing I am becomes something else
Part character part sensation

The shadow is cast

Bauhaus - Crowds

What do you want of me
What do you long from me
A slim Pixie, thin and forlorn
A count, white and drawn
What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down

For you I came to forsake
Lay wide despise and hate
I sing of you in my demented songs
For you and your stimulations
Take what you can of me
Rip what you can off me
And this I'll say to you
And hope that it gets through

You worthless bitch
You fickle shit
You would spit on me
You would make me spit
And when the Judas hour arrives
And like the Jesus Jews you epitomize
I'll still be here as strong as you
And I'll walk away in spite of you

And I'll walk away
Walk away

Bauhaus - Hope

Your mornings will be brighter
Break the line
Tear up rules
Make the most of a million times no

Bauhaus - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything

All we ever wanted was everything
All we ever got was cold
Get up, eat jelly
Sandwich bars, and barbed wire
Squash every week into a day

The sound of drums is calling
The sound of the drum has called
Flash of youth shoot out of darkness
Factorytown

Oh to be the cream
Oh to be the cream

Bauhaus - The Passion Of Lovers

She had nut painted arms
That were hers to keep
And in her fear
She sought cracked pleasures
The passion of lovers is for death said she
Licked her lips
And turned to feather

And as I watched from underneath
I came aware of all that she keep
The little foxes so safe and sound
They were not dead
They'd gone to ground

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

She breaks her heart
Just a little too much
And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
As she dips and wails
And slips her banshee smile
She gets the better of the bigger to the letter

The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death
The passion of lovers is for death said she
The passion of lovers is for death

Bauhaus - A Spy In The Cab

Hidden in the dashboard
The unseen mechanized eye
Under surveillance
The road is full of cats eyes
It's sick function to pry
The spy in the cab

Coldly observing- callously reserving
A drivers time
Automated autonomy
Playing on his mind
The spy in the cab

The spy in the cab

An eye for an eye
A spy for an eye
An eye for an eye
A spy for a spy

A twenty-four hour unblinking watch
Installed to pry
Installed to cop
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab
The spy in the cab

I spy with my little eye spy with my little I spy with my
Little eye spy with my little I spy... spy... spy