To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies
Curtsies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cos nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screams
Bear the facts or soon will die
End the vows no need to lie
Enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now
Cos nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Who, ooh, am I, what and why?
Cos all I have left is the memories of yesterday
Oh, the sour times
Cos nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives
Histories of our disguise revolve
Circumstance will decide
Cos nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you
Nobody loves me, it's true
Not like you do
Composição: Adrian Utley / Beth Gibbons / Geoff Barrow / Henry Brooks / Lalo Schifrin / Otis Turner