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The Kills
The Kills


Background information
Origin United Kingdom, United States
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Garage Rock Revival
Art Rock
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) RCA Records
Domino Records
Rough Trade Records
Associated acts The Dead Weather
Discount
The Raconteurs
Blyth Power
Scarfo
Website Website
Members
Alison Mosshart
Jamie Hince



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The Kills Album


Keep On Your Mean Side (04/01/2003)
04/01/2003
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Superstition is
Your modern eye
With original skin
And original lie
Your modern shell
Wants to feed itself
You got elected now honey so
What the hell

Superstition is
Your modern eye
With original skin
And original lie
Your modern shell
Wants to kill itself
You got elected now honey so
What the hell

Superstition is
Your modern eye
With original skin
And original lie
Your modern shell
Wants to feed itself
You got elected now honey so
What the hell


. . .



It's time to stand up our fingers from the bell
Tell me sugar how you felt now
Come on sugar, tell now
Can't stand your face until it took off
I wouldn't give a fuck but the love here is such a long walk
If this all goes well you won't have nothing
So tell you dead wrong, dead wrong
And now you're long gone
Hang out for minute and re-think
Question, tell me what she'd done
Just one, cause I can't see nothing

So, one, two and
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!

You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!

LyricsGot my hand caught in a cat claw, scream!
On everyone's that time looks around, they're talking trees, you know
Never know who's coming, might easy be me, you know
Give up for my love, cause that's too much, fuck!

So, one, two and...
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!

You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!

Oh...

It's time to stand up our fingers from the bell
Tell me sugar how you felt now
Come on sugar, tell now
Can't stand your face until it took off
I wouldn't give a fuck but the love here is such a long walk

So, one, two and...
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!

You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!


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Pull a u in a sexy car
Got your black magic
And your two dollar
Pull a u in ya dust dusty car
Got your black magic
And your two dollar love

Pull a u with your sexy (?)
Got your black magic
And your two dollar love

Pull a u honey, and get me too
I'm your black magic
And your two dollar, go right

I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up

Don't clean it up
Don't lean it back
Get on the hood
LyricsAin't nothing to lose
Sit at your two dollar love

They pull the string on everything
Your black magic
And your two dollar love, go right

I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up

Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Go right


. . .



It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
I'm gonna stab your kissy, kissy mouth
It's been a long time coming

It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy heart
It's been a long time coming

It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
I'm gonna burn your kissy, kissy claw
It's been a long time coming

I'm gonna burn your kissy kissy claw
I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy heart
I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy mouth

It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
LyricsIt's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming

It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time coming

I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy mouth
I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy mouth
I'm gonna stab your kissy kissy mouth


. . .


Got six troubles
On my back
Like six little milk teeth
All gone bad

Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over m m m m mm

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains m m m m mm

Only got ten minutes
Better get me good
Pull out my little milk teeth
Pull good

Won't move over
Won't get gone
Won't move over
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains


. . .



I called her yesterday and she told me ummm that uhh
Well, she was just talking me about the weather man on television
And I'd thought you'd be interested in knowing about this
It's pretty interesting, but well uhh well
Before they actually put the weather man on the television with the weather board
They just put the weather man's hand pointing to stuff
And sometimes ummm they drew on the boards like they would draw cc hmm cc clouds as rain
And hmm sometimes they would draw mm maybe hmm lightning
And hmm and sometimes hmm sun if it was gonna' be sunny
But the thing that they did the weather man had to get get to the station early because umm
There was...uhhh they had to get make-up put on their hand


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Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched

Get back, get by
Get a room, give me 105
Don't lie, don't care
Don't answer if you call me there

Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched.

Lay down by the road
Black rocks and a can of holes
Gone four, gone five
Sweating, cussing on the mean side

Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
LyricsGet my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Hitched

Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Hitched

Sit tight, getting by
Got a room, got my 10-5
Say it son, get gone
Smiling, all like a dead-eyed dog

Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Hitched

Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get
Hitched

Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side

Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side
Keep, keep on your mean side


. . .



You want to cuss and fight
In the basement
The kid want to cuss and fight
In the basement
Warm black rooster worn white hand
The young kids got my name
You like to cuss and fight
In the basement
The kid want to cuss and fight
In the basement
Got a rattle snake on in the basement
The young snake's got my name

You wanna swing that hand
In the basement
The kid wanna swing that hand
In the basement
Drop your medicine, six white sons
The young snake's got my name

You want to cuss and fight
LyricsIn the basement
The kid want to cuss and fight
In the basement
Got a rattle snake on in the basement
The young snake's got my name

I'm not coming home again
I'm not coming home again

I'm not coming home again
I'm not coming home again

You want to fuck and fight
In the basement
The kid wanna fuck and fight
In the basement
Got a rattle snake on in the basement
The young snake's got my name

You want to fuck and fight
In the basement
The kid like to fuck and fight
In the basement
Got a rattle snake, six white sons
The young kid's got my name

I'm not coming home again
I'm not coming home again

I'm not coming home again
I'm not coming home again

You want to cuss and fight
In the basement
The kid want to cuss and fight
In the basement
Got a rattle skate on in the basement
The young snake's got my name


. . .


Tell me what you done to yourself
I would like to know
Write it on the rocks and then
Tell me where to go
Why you say wait?
Wait

Tell me you're the lucky one
How fast you can throw
Tell me all the things you done
I would like to know why you say
wait
Why?

Tell me how you like yourself
Tell me how you go
Unlike you, we're someone else, now
I want to know why you say wait
Why you say, oh wait

La la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say
La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say wait

La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say
La la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say wait

Huh? Say... hmm? Wait.

So tell me somethin' bad you done
Tell me 'bout your ghost
Tell me 'bout the game you won
And the one who lost
Why you say wait?
Wait

Tell me 'bout your magic touch
Every coin you toss
Kick it up and drag it in, that's
How it's always been
Why you say wait?
Why?

Now, tell me what's so funny, man
Tell me, what'd I miss?
Write it on the rocks and then
Tell me how it is
Why you say wait?
Why?
(why) You say, oh wait

La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say
La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say wait

Huh?

La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say
La la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say wait

Huh?

La-la la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say
La la la, la-la-la-la
Why you say wait

Hm?

Why you say.. what?
Nothin'.

It's not worth savin' when you say
wait
Why you say
It's not worth savin' when you say
wait
Why you say wait

Hmm?

It's not worth savin' when you say
wait
Why you say
It's not worth savin' when you say
wait
Why you say wait

Why?
Nothin'.
When you say. Hmm?
Nothin'.
Oh.


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You want a warning
You got a warning
You want a warning
You got a warning

Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut

You want a warning
Ya' got a warning
Stab your back

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
LyricsBet you something I can get your mouth shut

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people

Last moon a cigarette
Hang myself on a chandelier
Laughin' at another on a funny thing

Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people

Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

Last moon a cigarette
Hang myself on a chandelier
Laughing at another on a funny thing

Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut

You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back

Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people
Fuck the people
Fuck the people


. . .



There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that


. . .


You knock on the door
She don't recognize your voice no
more
So she got on an airplaine
Not so long after
Stripped down from the fever
Laid down in her hotel bed
Wouldn't take no phone calls at all
She didn't want no more voices in
her head, now

And that's the way that you feel
That's the way that you feel
If that's the way that you feel,
honey, then
That's the way that you feel

In the blue part of the evening
Sometimes its hot
She thinks she hears you coming but
She's stuck against the wall
She want what she want so she do
what she do
But now when she looks at you she
Covers one eye 'cause she can see
into your mind
She no longer wants to

And that's the way that you feel
That's the way that you feel
If that's the way that you feel,
honey, then
That's the way that you feel


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