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Sneaker Pimps
Sneaker Pimps


Background information
Origin Hartlepool, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Trip Hop
Downtempo
Electronica
Dub
Years active 1994—2005
Label(s) Virgin Records
Website Website
Members
Liam Howe
Ian Pickering
Former members
Kelli (Dayton) Ali
Chris Corner
Joe Wilson
David Westlake



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Sneaker Pimps Album


Bloodsport (2002)
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OK, you had sedatives and cold champagne
They say that must be the price of fame
It's not a joke if you can chocke on the thought of it
You're not my friend to defend if you're loving it
So Kurt I heard that you squeezed somebody's hand
It doesn't hurt if you think about your fans

Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Like it's Oxygen
Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Want your heroes dead

(So high, if you think of the fans)

OK, they've got your file down at the CIA
They say you're worse than Manson for the USA
It's not greif if you can see-thru the source of it
It's only true if you're bruised by the force of it
So Kurt I heard that you opened up your eyes
They call it work but it don't make it civlised

Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Like it's Oxygen
Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Want your heroes dead

(So high, if you think of the fans)

OK, time takes your cigarette
They say, it puts it in your mouth then you'll forget
No longer "live 105" - can you hear me
The life expectancy of any popularity
So Kurt I heard that the side show bet your life
It doesn't hurt at the worst go Nevermind

Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Like it's Oxygen
Kiro TV - they've got their visions again
Want your heros dead

. . .


I'm playing games with your sex, with your 'lectric shocks
Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots
I'm playing games learn to get on with your backward fans
Stick my body in the sun and help to get rid of the white tan

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me x4

I'm playing games, marking names with the blackest thoughts
If you're building me up to be the target for your cheap shots
I'm playing games keep a blind eye on the main chance
Strip my body of its skin and try to cancel out the white trash

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me x4

I'm playing games if your aim is for the quick fix
Cos I know what you wanted and i know how you got it
I'm playing games if you play i'm in the fast lane
Learn to jump into the road and learn to save a little lost face

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me x4

. . .


Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again

See black, see bloom
Died on an impulse over you
Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream
and loving you
And she hangs on youth
Crushing any feet to fit the shoes
Stepping it out with a size 12 mouth and cursing you

Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again

She whored, she graced
bitching with a bottle, saving face
Blowing it out as the jury's doubt is laid to waste
See black, see bloom
Choked up on heartburn, bleeding through
How does it feel now the ones that feed are biting you

Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up
Small town witch come to mess me up again

. . .


Don't look now, we're branded, we're the black sheep
Sewn apart and Siamese - the black sheep
When the water seems too deep
The shadows always wait beneath
But laughing loud we brave the role of black sheep

If you see me you'll be crossing the street
Or kick me and then leave me to bleed
If looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills
But I take what it needs to be easy with the black
sheep now

Don't look now, we're stranded here as black sheep
Swallowed whole and out of reach - the black sheep
Unsafe enough for now
We're shepherded from higher ground
But drowned all out we save the role of black sheep

If you see me you'll be crossing the street
Or kick me and then leave me to bleed
If looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills
But I take what it needs to be easy with the black
sheep now

. . .


Got answers for everyone - endless excuses
Not happy for anyone cos I'm trying to break your
click track heart
Seen a vision of perfect grace - airbrushed and
lifeless
All contempt and aftertaste, it's like I'm waiting
for the scars to heal

You're so Loretta Young Silks - fashioning your
self escape
You're so Loretta Young Silks - trading on your
superwaif
All style before content - using me as bait
You're so Loretta Young Silks - swapping your love
for hate

Soft-focus for full appeal - pictured as flawless
No context for self-esteem - I'd be pushed to give
you love on that
As far as the eye can see - too much perfection
Pure substance for wannabes - keeps you beating to a
click track heart

You're so Loretta Young Silks - fashioning your
self escape
You're so Loretta Young Silks - trading on your
superwaif
All style before content - using me as bait
You're so Loretta Young Silks - swapping your love
for hate

. . .


May Days, Throwaways - some things here have got to stay
A string of pearls, the strangest girl - happy with the Western world

Painless Chinese burns
Ties me down with daisy chains
Diamonds on her tongue
Pleasure cuts and teasing

M'aidez - this is no m'aidez
Open charms are lost on velvet
Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez

Dead zones and half-way homes, still life lived on mobile phones
But the girl had wings and precious things, under sheets with tangled limbs

Wide awake at dawn
The sun will choose to shine on
Silence says it all
Reaching out and blessing

M'aidez - this is no m'aidez
Open charms are lost on velvet
Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez

The higher we climb, the smaller we seem - mad with possibilities
No design, a zigzag girl - happy with the Western world

Painless Chinese burns
Ties me down with daisy chains
Diamonds on her tongue
Pleasure cuts and teasing

M'aidez - this is no m'aidez
Open charms are lost on velvet
Maybe this is no m'aidez, m'aidez

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I've got the fuel in my head from the flash, I need to break sweat
I've got the feeling I might get offensive, I might be some threat
I want back doors, want blood on the sheets again
Give me back doors, give me blood on sheets again

I feel the fuel like a thorn, cuts in deep
I want to see cheap
Like a rose on a bed without scent I need my self-respect
For shames sake by any other name
When the seeds take, it grows like weeds and spreads like flames

I've got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me
Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again

I've got the fuel but the fuel got me burning me up when it fires again, fires again
I've got the fuel but the fuel got me
Bringing me off when it cools again, cools again, cools again, cools again

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I want to be a kid again
Come down having Sunday best
See me staying home bunking school
Knowing wrong from right just rules

I wish I'd never seen your face
Better done wonder phase
I need an echo, not your praise
Straying from the point you nailed

My mother, my mother, my mother never told
My mother, my mother, my mother never told me
Love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport

'Cause love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport

Sex and love is not a game
A game is something you can win
Maybe something kind of fun
'Cause love is just a bloodsport, son

My mother, my mother, my mother never told
My mother, my mother, my mother never told me

Never told me
Never told me

'Cause love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport
'Cause love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport

'Cause love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport
'Cause love is just a bloodsport
Love is just a bloodsport

. . .


Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down
Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now

You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun
If you think you're doing something special, it's been done
So just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life

Don't leave out the sure to itch in your opinion
The louder they come the thicker they are so dream on

If you think you got style in your limo to a club
You may feel like a kick but the coma looks more fun
So just think dumb

Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life just think dumb
Think harder, sip up, sick up, your life

. . .


Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon
Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon

So you had me going too, any day I've the taste just laughed
On a week of solar wing, getting off on electro-flesh
All the boys and all the girls, making out and taking turns
The sound was going down, I could see how Jesus wept

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies
Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies

Exposure on a TV screen, technicolour rainbow kiss
Bruises on his solarplex, baby faced the biting lips
All the boys and all the girls, cutting nice with instant thrills
Insects on incest friends, heaven dressed the Judas spit

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies
Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies

So whatever happened to love talk and polite remarks
Mind willing and her body weak, she's a star in a galaxy of real go fast
I'm the boy on all the girls, taking off their Bible belts
Storm girls on self destruct, and I can see how Jesus felt

Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies
Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies
Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies
Get on that gospel train for my lord has come too soon
Watching movies, true blue movies

Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon
Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon
Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon
Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon

. . .


So did the sympathy for me start to fade
When your conscience is down, a fix paranoia scars when a needle
So did you ever see the north get so grey
Swallows me up, hollows the language in my last lows

So which fucking ape is on you today
That what's my head wakes up and says when I crumble
(Early aim is to suffocate and blame, you gave less than you tried to possess
all the greed is nothing that I need, if you can't face the grazes)

I can't face the grazes
I cannot contain this
I can't fake the traces
I can't fake the grazes

So the fever that I got stole my name
It opened me up it twisted my bones now I'm nothing
I knew the second time that I saw your face
The city lit up it's bleeding its gifts
Now I'm sinking

Just another lonely box beneath her bed
A mark on her back a bruise in her head
Had she fallen, had she fallen
That is what she wished she had said
To traces of time was riding her spine
Was it worth it

(Early aim to suffocate and blame, you gave less than you tried to posses
all the greed is nothing that I need, if you can't face the grazes)

I can't face the grazes
I cannot contain this
I can't fake the traces
I can't face the grazes

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