Why You Never Became A Dancer (Whitehouse)

Can I suggest you: Get fucked While you lie about child-molesting gropes And parkbench flashers and pervert creeps And anal virginity and polaroid snaps And verbal abuse and bathroom rapes I don't know how well you can: Remember your own pointless glue-sniffing adolescence That fumbling floppy sex In between fags Those pathetic fistfights All those pathetic petty thefts And this and that and this and that and this and that And every other fucking Adidas-clichd cringe Can I suggest you: Pose While you take another frantic glance at your shopwindow reflection Ensuring the stinking lie is maintained Because that's the difference between you Yes, that's the difference between you You'll let a leering scumbag beerdrinking rat Raise your nostrils for a close-up smell Of fingertip nicotine and animal fat And force an open dead mouth Lap up ounces of semichem sweat So can you feel that: Would be a truly truly disgusting thing? And that's the difference between me I'll open the package I'll watch the show I'll enjoy perfectly well-made art I'll get in line behind stupidity I'll let you lie through your teeth I'll make you feel special I'll not pick out the mistakes in public I'll just put it down to passion And feigned memory lapse What did you want to be when you grow up? Certainly not raped That's the difference between you A drunk? A drug addict A motherly protector of the young? Another bed-staining cunt? A child molestor that needs to be told? Or just a craven lust-driven artist Channelling confusion and fear Into a sickly limp repetitive craft Yes, that's the difference between you You'll act late and surprised You say you loved sex? You'll love being hated for the act The filthier the abuse and the desperate underage details The fatter the payback So rather than just listen Be altered by what's been said Now that's the difference between me I'll show you emotional truth I'll show you the fucking source I'll show you yet another fucking liar And this is for the you I'll show you that something that makes you: Feel different Feel special I'll give you: Thoughts Images Sounds I'll give the you something Even more interesting than the last one And I'll tell you why it's the best one yet And then you can look back on it all And say: This is the best thing that ever happened to me And see: Why you never became a dancer