HIT BY A ROCK
How's that? How's that?

How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
How's that? How's that?
Hit by a rock
Spoiling my breakfast
Hit by a rock
Blood and brains on my marmalede
Anti-hero Anti-hero
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
I see your face right in my marmalede
Feel like throwing up but I can't say
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes my meal OK
Makes me feel someday
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Who did it?
Who did it?
Whose is it?
Hit by a rock
Hit by a rock
Makes me think you don't like my records...

WEEPING:
[lyrics by Ewa Zajac/GPO]

I want to make you happy just a little
I want to find you something which is certain
I found nothing lying, weeping, bleeding
You never saw me weeping on the floor

It's impossible to advise anybody
Be courageous, take it easy, just show trust
Be reasonable, be an old ghost weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor

My arm is torn open like a wound
My universe is coming from my mouth
I spent a year or two, listening to you
Discrediting myself for you
You didn't see me on the floor weeping
You didn't see me lying by the door
You didn't see me swallowing my tablets
You can't look inside my eyes no more

Weeping Weeping Weeping

We created cars to fight for space to be in
We created work to waste our time
We created love, so one can be the victim
We all need as a result, we all need love
But don't know what to do with it
What's the sense of a situation we can't fight
It's alright when you both want to fight
But when one of them doesn't want to fight
It's the end of love.

Just looking at first degree burns
I'm weeping (I can't sing a song like this)
Weeping
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
You didn't see me lying on the floor
You didn't see me weeping on the floor
Alone on the floor

I'm basically nothing like this
We're all on the floor
I don't want to carry on
Except I can't even cease to exist
And that's the worst

BLOOD ON THE FLOOR
I've got to tell you
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor
It's that blood, blood on the floor

At the little school I went out
I broke the rules
School bully with his
Crew cut and his big shoulders
Telling me I was a pansy
Just like always
Blood on the floor
Blood on the door, dooor