Interpret:

Theatre of Tragedy

Album:

Musique

Broken bottles, and a broken nose 
No reason not to lounge in a pose 
I could stand in shade light and laugh at you 
You were wrong - it's happened to you too 


This is the new circuit 
Tell me of your pain 
'Shove you around?', now close the door 
This is not love 
This is my sort of softly touching you 
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 
'Who are you?' 


Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit 
He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute 
Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street 
Get into the car with its vinyl seats 


This is the new circuit 
Tell me of your pain 
'Shove you around?', now close the door 
This is not love 
This is my sort of softly touching you 
A Brownian motion of whacks on your face 
'who are you?' 
This is not the new man 
'who are you?' 
This is not the new man 
This is not love