Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bombs Up In My Face, artist - Darren Hayes. Album song This Delicate Thing We've Made, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 19.08.2007
Record label: Powdered Sugar
Song language: English
Bombs Up In My Face |
| Now everybody’s beautiful |
| When they’re young |
| And I should know |
| I’ve had more than my share of fun |
| There’s all this fascination |
| With the impossibly thin |
| With the surface of things |
| Airbrush Photoshop creation |
| In all that we are losing |
| Aren’t we just confusing |
| Youth with beauty? |
| Truth with duty? |
| There’s something on the telly 'bout North Korea |
| Some war broke out don’t trust the media |
| I’d like to get a suntan |
| Some dude was shot in Pakistan |
| The track’s got noddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| The track’s got noddage |
| The track’s got noddage |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the planes |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the trains |
| They’ve got those bombs up in my face |
| Don’t wanna talk about it |
| I was walking through the city |
| Past a phone shop and a homeless man |
| Was lying there looked almost dead |
| And no one seemed to bother |
| I ran into a rock and roll band |
| Two or three of them, maybe four |
| This one punk just 19 years old |
| He gave me his persuasion |
| He looked at me with his one black eye |
| Looked down on me like I didn’t have a life |
| And he was right |
| At least not the kinda life he’d been paradin' |
| Same sex union (ooh!) |
| Change the constitution |
| You can carry a gun |
| But you better not fall in love with someone |
| The President who fucked the world |
| For every future boy and girl |
| Is golfing in Aruba |
| With a suntan and scuba |
| The track’s got noddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| The track’s got noddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the planes |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the trains |
| They’ve got those bombs up in my face |
| Don’t wanna talk about it |
| Now everybody dies or fades away |
| A permutation white and grey |
| A synergy of light and dust |
| And skin cells constantly aging |
| You fell in love with the dream |
| To fuck forever endlessly |
| But you don’t, and that’s ok |
| The rest is better anyway |
| Botox bungle CNN |
| Infomercial count to ten |
| Change the channel VCR |
| Something’s on my radar |
| The track’s got noddage |
| Moves my boddage |
| The track’s got noddage |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the planes |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the trains |
| They’ve got those bombs up in my face |
| Don’t wanna talk about it |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the planes |
| They’ve got those bombs up in the trains |
| Don’t want to talk about it |