Brittle Songtext
von National Milk Bar

Put another record on
Something I want to hear
Coz everything just sounds wrong
Since you disappeared
Do you remember when you told me
That you were happy
You were having so much fun
When things went little hazy
You went crazy
And loaded up your shotgun

Brittle
Please care a little
Tongue tied
Please hear what′s inside
Listen
Too many people
Cruel
Please care a little


I wanna lose myself in music
Instead I'm losing the will to live
Everything just sounds fake
Like there′s nothing left to give
Three minute hero and rat race
Have lost their place
They don't even pass the time
Tell me why I don't like Mondays
Or any other day
Since you broke this heart of mine boy

Brittle
Please care a little
Tongue tied
Please hear what′s inside
Listen
Too many people
Cruel
Please care a little

Heater skelter
Gimme shelter
From the Beatles and the Stones
There′s no perfection in your record collection
Just a reminder you're not home


I wanna save the city
But I can′t get outa bed
It's like a veritable who′s who
Of villains in my head
And I'd rather be lazy
On a sunny Sunday
With the Kinks in the afternoon
Tell me why I don′t like Mondays
Or even Tuesdays
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Brittle
Please care a little
Tongue tied
Please hear what's inside
Listen
Too many people
Cruel
I'm just a little

Heater skelter
Gimme shelter
From the Beatles and the Stones
There′s no perfection in your record collection
Just a reminder that I′m
Brittle
Please care a little
Tongue tied
Please hear what's inside
Listen
Too many people
Cruel
I′m just a little
Brittle
Please care a little
Tongue tied
Please hear what's inside
Listen
Too many people
Cruel
I′m just a little
Brittle