Pulp Being Followed Home Letras:
I'm being followed home, / I'm being followed
home, I don't know what for, / I don't know by
whom. The smell of your dress, / a face in the
rain, / the pavement shines wet in focus again. /
Oh... / oh... / oh... / oh. / In a dead seaside
town I tried to change my mind / for a
well-balanced view that was not mine to find. /
Heaven knows, all your stars are on show, they
last a lifetime, / and your hands leave their
marks in the sand, they last for ever, / for ever.
/ It's clear to me: you fit so perfectly / in a
dimly lit room / just inside of the sea. His
twisted face / tells me to leave this place. You
know somewhere, / but I shouldn't go there, I
shouldn't go there. Heaven knows, all your / stars
are on show, they last a lifetime, and your hands
leave their / marks in the sand, they last for
ever. They've followed me home - the one with the
dog-breath in the tattoo bar says something in a
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language that I don't uderstand. The street stinks
of piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, landing
on the slimy grass, air roaring in my lungs. Hear
him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me. Down
another cobbled street, footsteps bouncing off the
walls. Which way? A bottle smashes. The glint of a
blade in the moonlight. Someone laughs, the
corners turned... and it's too late. The first
blow falls... then nothing. / I awoke on the beach
sometime later to a grey and sunless sky. / Your
voice still slithers in my head, I can't remember
what you said. / I get to my feet, my body aches.
I make for the town for no-one's sake. My mind is
a blur, I feel so weak, / I see your reflection in
the street. "It's what you deserve, it's what you
need. Just like those stupid books you read." / I
look to the sky, I see your face, collapse in the
road I hear you say / I shouldn't go there, I
shouldn't go there! My wound's healing now / and
your imprint fades, now just a pale scar / for
five vanished days. Your voice is so weak, / your
face is unclear, your body a legend from a
forgotten year. I've been followed home. I've been
followed home. I've been followed home. I've been
followed home.
Letras: Being Followed Home Pulp [final]