Tekst:
Soft Cell This Last Night In Sodom

me this way I once had a friend But he moved away And even my mother When she turned on me Couldn't put emotion Like this in me Fist into glass into

't like it I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired Of being used and abused Hey, is this the last night in Sodom? (That's right, that's right, that

I'm lonely I'm reading minds And sadly dreaming There's some of me left to believe in Surrender Surrender That businessman smell Found in one night

I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out for dinner But we're always on drugs Conchita piqueur She will take on the whole floor This

free And you can now go to town Building your life up and smashing it down Building your life up and smashing it down You couldn't escape from this

rhinestones I'm so sick in my spare time Humouring thugs We could go out for dinner But we're always on drugs Conchita piqueur She will take on the whole floor This

demeaning Treacled in apathy All worries swept away By one so simple act of annihilation And I've not cried like this And I've not felt this calm Meet

up at the world And the lying little worms That would take you for a fool For your life has to be this way And you can't say this And you can't watch

acting like I'm reading I'm reading minds And sadly dreaming There's some of me left to believe in Surrender Surrender That businessman smell Found in one night