Marianne Faithfull - Broken English Album Lyrics

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Sister, we are waiting on the rock and chain
Fly fast through the airwaves, meet with pride and truth.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

Father, we are waiting for you to appear.
Do you feel the panic, can you see the fear?
Mother, we are waiting for you to give consent.
If there's to be a marriage, we need contempt.

Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.

La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la
La da da da da da, la la la la la...

Remember death is far away and life is sweet.

The walls are all empty, it's not a permanent state,
Just let me tell you that it's not too late.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a drain brain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Well, you know I ain't selfish, there's always a way.
If a thing ain't worth having, you're having to pay.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train brain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent,
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent.

Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne,

You stole all my silk but you gave me no change.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

Got so much to offer, but I can't pay the rent,
I can't buy you roses 'cause the money's all spent.

Well, you sat in my car, you drank my champagne,
You stole all my silk, you left me no change.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a train drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.
You're a brain drain, you go on and on like a blood stain.

I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.

I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.

I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.

I never stole a scarf from harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.

I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.

Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt...

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.

At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.

The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.

At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair...

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so f*cking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,

A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f*cking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

A working class hero is something to be,