Dirty Pretty Things

Maintenant, on le sait : le talent des Libertines, c'était Carl Barat et non Pete Doherty, bien plus intéressant dans les tabloïds qu'avec ses Babyshambles. D'accord, les Dirty Pretty Things sentent le buzz à plein nez. D'accord, on chercherait vainement un nom de groupe plus raccoleur. Mais la mélodie de "Bang, Bang You're Dead" est parfaite et on ne leur demande pas mieux. A savourer sur Pop-Rock et Up 2 You.

I knew all along
That I was right at the start
bout the seeds of the weeds
That grew in your heart
Self satisfaction for the factions
Who formed to tear us apart
Well I gave you the Midas touch
Oh you turned round and scratched out my heart

Oh what did you expect?
Oh tell me what did you expect?
To lay it on my head
So is it all upon my head?

Bang bang you're dead
Oh Im so easily lead
Bang bang you're dead
Put all the rumours to bed
Bang bang you're dead

I knew all along
But I was loathe to believe
There was nothing but spite
Fury and lies
Of the words that you weave
An illusion to a conclusion
And oh its oh so tawdry
When you put it to bed
Kick it in the head
Oh wont they just let it be

Bang bang you're dead
Always so easily lead
Bang bang you're dead
Put all the rumours to bed
Bang bang you're dead

Oh what did you expect?
Oh tell me what did you expect?
To lay it on my head
So is it all upon my head?

Bang bang you're dead
Always so easily lead
Bang bang you're dead
Put all the rumours to bed
Bang bang you're dead
Bang bang bang bang you're dead