Текст Joy Division – Gutz

Warsaw!

Don’t talk to me girl — you know it’s not nice
Don’t laugh at murder — I won’t pay the price
The facts are too high-powered — it’s such a big thrill

Blame bad things on me, whatever you do
When I come home my world is different from you
You’re such a chic tart — you’re really dressed up
Don’t wanna talk to you — just left with your mum

Don’t be a puppet — always rush you around
One just for your photo — try and tie me down
I won’t tell him I talk like this all night
He must be worried ’cause you’re sounding so trite

Respect is only normal — the way to your lives
Ever tried to sleep around — once I begged for a wife
Wouldn’t have to change you — start acting that way
If we don’t keep our heads alive, I’ll never get a say
You know what’s special — it’s as black as I say
Can you see me, just ourselves — no comment, copycat!