Cyclops – Babyshambles – letras

What you try to do to me?It seems to come so naturallyHow you annoy meHow you destroy meAnd everywhere I’m walking like a cycloneBut don’t mind meHow’s it fair, I’m a magnet for psychosAnd pretty riddles keen on meYou can lightly slingInto my open heavy loving heartFirst touch and kissy kissySlash-back razor daysThe boys not to behaveOh they’re like hoodlumsSick of themselvesAnd sick of their slumsGive everybody a gunAnd put it on the televisionThat’s Reality TV, I’d pay to seeNot lobotomized celebrities who wanna beWanna be the …Wow, money’s the church, fame is the steepleEveryone on the telly indoctrinate the peopleNow I say though…What you try to do to me?It seems to come so naturallyHow you annoy meHow you destroy meAnd everywhere I’m walking like a cycloneBut don’t mind me… and chased by a cyclops… no ships I seeI owe more than I know to facesWho never show the places off the hoodIt’s understood and obvious tomorrowFree bags full of sorrowFirst touch and kissy kissySlash-back razor daysThe boys not to behaveEverywhere I’m walking like a cycloneBut don’t mind meIt’s not fair, I’m a magnet for psychosAnd pretty little riddles keen on meYou can lightly slingInto my open heavy loving heartFirst touch and here you areWhere they put the CyclopsThat’s where they put the CyclopsThat’s where they put the CyclopsWhat you try to do to me?What you try to do to me?You make me happy