@ALBUM: boys.dont.cry
  The Cure 
Boys Don't Cry
  (c) 1983

@SONG: 10.15 Saturday Night
 
10.15 
Saturday night
And the tap drips
Under the strip light
And I'm sitting
In the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I'm wondering
Where she's been
And I'm crying
For yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

It's always the same

@SONG: Accuracy
 
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines 
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy

Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could kill you
Without trying 
That's accuracy
Accuracy
Accuracy
...
Accuracy
Accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy
Mirror mirror on the wall

@SONG: Another Day
 
The sun rises slowly
On another day
The eastern sky grows 
Cold
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Something
Something holds me
Holds me hypnotized

I stare at the window
Stare at the window
Waiting for the day 
To go
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

@SONG: Boys Don't Cry
 
I would say I'm sorry 
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

@SONG: Fire in Cairo
 
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows catch
The dying sun
Night-time follows 
Silence and black
Mirror pool mirrors
The lonely place
Where I meet you

See your head
In the fading light
And through the dark
Your eyes shine bright

And burn
Like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo

Shifting crimson veil
Silken hips slide
Under my hand
Swollen lips whisper
My name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn

FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
Then the heat disappears
And the mirage
Fades away

FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO
FIREINCAIRO

Burn like a fire in Cairo
Burn like a
Fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo
Blaze like a
Fire
Flare
Burn like fire
Burn like
Fire in Cairo

@SONG: Grinding Halt
 
No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt

No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt
Everything's coming to a griding halt

Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything's coming to a 
Everything's coming to a 
Everything's coming to a 
Everything's coming to a 

@SONG: Jumping Someone Else's Train
 
Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

It won't take you long 
To learn the new smile
You'll have to adapt 
Or you'll be out of style
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You're jumping someone else's train

It's the latest wave
That you've been craving for
The old ideal
Was getting such a bore
Now you're back in line
Going not quite quite as far 
But in half the time
Everyone's happy    
They're finally all the same
'cause everyone's jumping
Everyone else's train    

Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train
Jumping someone else's train

@SONG: Killing An Arab
 
Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth    
But I hear no sound    

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

I can turn 
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

I feel the steel butt jump    
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach

I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab

@SONG: Object
 
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes

Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause I can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes

But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there

Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object

You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause I don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes

But I don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object

@SONG: Plastic Passion
 
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion 
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion

@SONG: So What?
 
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I'm not meant to be here
But so what?
And nobody's
Nobody's taken your place
Nobody's taken your place

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And if you knew
Nothing could replace you
If you were sane
Your heart wouldn't ache
But so what?
So what?
So what?

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For deliver
This offer closes
31st December 1979

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When I told you what I
And I

And I wouldn't ask you to pretend
That we were one
And still another time
Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds
And all the world was used to love
And yes we'd still be happy in another time
But so what?
So what?

So please send me icing and decorating sets
I enclose a cheque and postal order number

So what?
So what?

@SONG: Subway Song
 
Midnight in the subway
She's on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she's not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around

Turn around

@SONG: Three Imaginary Boys
 
Walk across the garden 
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No one's home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow 
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beats in the hallway
Echoes 
Round and round
Inside my head
Drifting up the stairs
I see the steps behind me
Disappearing
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside
The empty feeling
All the night time leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my
Sleep sweet child
The moon will change your mind

See the cracked reflection
Standing still
Before the bedroom mirror
Over my shoulder
But no one's there
Whispers in the silence
Pressing close behind me
Pressing close behind
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Can you help me?

@SONG: World War
 
Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to fool you
>From what I was saying
Mud trench
Meat stench
The fatherland is looking on
Grip you in a luger lock
This will be the big one

World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
No one's a loser
Just a dead friend

Heaven heaven
Give me pride
Give me a golden hand
Smash them with an iron rule
Spit them out like sand
Sit and wait
Then run like hell
Run like hell one time again
Sow the seeds of hate
Underneath destruction

World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
No one's a loser
Just a dead friend
World war
No one would believe me
No one's a winner
No one's a loser