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Bauhaus Lyrics


Caressing bent up to the jug again
With sheathes 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, seething
Pressure lines, among confidant heirs
Intangible of price
Trying so hard to find what? What was right

I came upon your room it stuck into my head (dark entries)
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice
You took delight in taking down
My shielded pride

Until exposed became my darker side
Puckering up and down those avenues 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, dark entries)
Gyrating through some lonesome devils row (dark entries, dark entries)
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey (dark entries, dark entries)
Of walking money checks possessing holes (dark entries, dark entries)
He sleekly offers his services (dark entries, dark entries)
Exploitation of his finer years (dark entries, dark entries)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries, dark entries)
Of lonely office clerks (dark entries, dark entries)
Any lay suffices his eye (dark entries, 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
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
Don't go waving your pretentious love

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Ash, David Jay, Kevin Haskins, Peter Murphy

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Lyrics

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 those avenues 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 offers his services (dark entries...)
Exploitation of his finer years work (dark entries...)
Work with loosely woven fabrics (dark entries...)
Of office clerks (dark entries...)
Any lay suffices his 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 those avenues of sin
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try
If only for the old times
Don't go waving your pretentious love

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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? 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…



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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? 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
Girating through some lonesome devils row
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey
Of walking money checks possessing holes
He often sleekly offers his services
Exploitation of his finer years
Work with loosely woven fabrics
Of lonely office clerks
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye



Diche Bach

>>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? 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…
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Reminds me of my youth . . .



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Grev A

Back in the late 80’s I was listening to this on headphones in my darkened bedroom lying on the floor in black clothes with my arms crossed like a corpse when my dad walked in on me. The miserable old bugger wasn’t impressed!

colorblind27

Lol

Mondo'sPompadour

I sleep like that

Brad Armagost

@Misanthropic Duckling you age with grace fiercely

Doonisha86

Brilliant imagery! I can picture this so well. Oh to be a fly on the wall!

GaVaLaR74

Still doing this now and I'm 47.

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black flying fox

This shows that Bauhaus could have done punk if they wanted to and done punk better than most punk bands. But they decided to do something different. Could you imagine back in 1980 and hearing this coming from inside some place?

The_Cutter

I mean they are kinda post punk

PMA I GOT THAT

Lol

AsocialFairy

Bauhaus isn't a goth band. They are THE goth band

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