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Obscure Alternatives (1978)
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The Tenant
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Too many heartaches have been rejected
A notified delay
I feel adrenalin ejecting
And I'll soon go on my way
And it's so hard now
And it's so hard now
Beating on my brain
I find no fascination to stimulate
I'll do it all again

Oh you find love inside an automatic gun

Another lifestyle breaks on the carpet
Nothing as before
Without old intuition
We're feeling stronger
We're communists at war
And it's so hard now
And it's so hard now
Authority denied
We pull the trigger
The cartridge empty
But marxists still reply

Oh you find love inside an automatic gun

I throw my fist in your chest
In search of a refugee
Love is bust from an air assault cannon
???
Heaven in your hands
Go beating on my brains
Go beating on my brains
Go

With new abandon
We're resurrected
Throwing you apart
With acclamation
Company deposited
Pissing on your heart

Oh you find love inside an automatic gun

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Standing outside on a kitchen floor
Love utensils in the palm of her hand
Saluting supermarket majorettes
We understand
Oh muzak for digital clocks
Departmental stores, vacate no sound
Exchanging surgical appliances
On hired ground

And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia

Soldierettes marching in the parking lot
Bleach your body
Be proof to the fact
Moving out in all directions
And turning back

Oh, heartaches from Amsterdam
Masturbated over jilted bouquets
Approximation's counting on a freight line
We pull away

And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia

Oh, Nazis in full attack
Burning niggers in a cotton field
Service stations offer promises
And promises offer me

And love blows through Rhodesia
And love blows through Rhodesia

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She keeps her patience for the bedroom
Should satisfy her for a week
Her domination is executed cheaply
With her studio technique
What's new?
She carries love in a carrier bag
What's new?
She don't keep her body clean
Oh, Oh, Oh
Illegitimate contributions
And neurotic fantasies conceived

Love is infectious
I don't know about that
Love is infectious
I don't know about it

She keeps appointments by the hour glass
Guerilla warfare in her bed
And constant love is oh oh so negative
We're simulating sex instead
She carries love in a carrier bag
She don't keep her body clean
Oh, Oh, Oh
Illegitimate contributions
And neurotic fantasies conceived

Love is infectious
I don't know about that
Love is infectious
I don't know about it

No personality's essential
Nobody strictly in command
She's not direct, elusive
Or inadequate
Love's incompatible commands

What's new?
She carries love in a carrier bag
What's new?
She don't keep her body clean
Oh, Oh, Oh
Illegitimate contributions
And neurotic heartaches are conceived

Love is infectious
I don't know about that
Love is infectious
I don't know about it

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I feel so rejected
Come dance for me
I need alternative living
To feel objectively

Sometimes
I feel so low

Wholesale on heartaches
'Cross a warehouse floor
Outside a heart beats faster
Inside it needs far more

Sometimes
I feel so low

So close to heaven
Come reach for me
I feel the pressure rising
We're descending constantly

Sometimes
I feel so low

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Love's incentives understood
Irregular thoughts comply
And still afraid of every word
Love is unsatisfied

Zero down to zero
Submerging in every man
Zero down to zero
Catch me as best you can

Well you must know something
'Cos we're dying of admiration here
Mastering obscure alternatives

Between the dialogue lovers run
New decisions we won't decide
And still afraid of every word
Love remains unsatisfied

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Delivering protests of intellect and
Persevere over singular verbs
Your head is fucked
And the sequel is indirect
And we don't know which way to turn

Still we had fun, fun, fun, fun
While you're dancing
We had fun, fun, fun, fun
With you all
We had fun, fun, fun
While you're dancing
And we'll have fun, fun, fun
When you go

Deviation
Step on your fingers
Deviation
Step on your toes
Deviation
Step on your fingers
Deviation
Comes and goes

Engineering love on the autobahn
Germanic hands positioned by you
They're making love without precision
And we don't know just what to do

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Flirting new ambition
Pressure for the ceiling
No vacation on immaculate times
Domestic training
A woman's intuition
A love is churning out on factory lines

Health demanding
Unfit behaviour
Commuters converse in satirical signs
Know no news and no personnel crisis
With new indifferent industrial crimes

Welcome to suburban Berlin
Welcome to suburban Berlin

Love affairs
And endless strategies
I don't believe in a word they said
City limits
No more information
Go follow navigation in your head

Welcome to suburban Berlin
Welcome to suburban Berlin

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The Tenant

[No lyrics]

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