Pulp Lyrics

Album: On Fire

Aborigine Lyrics

Starts so slowly, just a place to stay

 Somewhere warm where they can spend their days

 Air is stagnant and he feels unclean

 Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene

 Something's happened and it's not so good

 Broken bottles in the face of love

 Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light

 Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night 

 Once it's started it can never stop

 Fills his head with a dark damp fog

 In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by

 Days get longer and he starts to drink 

 Spews his stomach in the kitchen sink

 Tells his children they should have respect

 Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck

 He hates his wife and he hates them all

 He hates his wife and he hates them all

 Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away

 In the meantime stomach turns to fat

 She tries to tell him but he can't have that

 She's only "jealous" and she's "telling lies"

 Standing naked in his flesh disguise

 It took him months to get her into bed, now he's got her he just wants her dead

 She wants excitement and she needs romance, 

 all she gets are dirty underpants

 Stupid animal that can't know why something's wrong so someone has to die

 The wind is blowing and the rain falls down 

 Sends his family on a trip down town

 Sees them die in a burning wreck

 Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette

 He hates his wife and he hates them all

 He hates his wife and he hates them all

 He knows he's finished but he can't stop now 

 And he wants to end it but he can't see how

 And it's all in pieces, thrown it all away 

 Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way

 And he wants some quiet and he needs it now

 But the scream he's started's getting far too loud

 And he still pretends he does it just for now

 His day will come he'll lose it all somehow

 Killing time until his ship arrives

 Been dead ten years but he's still alive and the time is wasted 

 and the ship has sunk

 But he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk

 And he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground

 He tries to stand but he keeps falling down 

 and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much

 He's not a has-been, just a never-was

 Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all

 He hates his wife and he hates them all

 Hates his wife

 Hates them all.