Pulp

Lyrics

Waking in a motel room Black and white Spitting blood onto a pillow cut from stone Laying in the shower laughing in the darkness Waiting on the radio to sing me home It won't play the song that tells the way So how am I gonna get you How am I gonna get you How am I gonna get you How am I gonna get you now? Now? Carpet burns from cigarettes and whores' kneecaps The bottom of the coffee pot is cold and black When you awake you will believe in second lives When you awake you will believe in Brother Death He will play the song that tells the way How am I gonna get you How am I gonna gеt you How am I gonna get you How am I gonna get you now? Now? Now? Now? Now?