Joy Division - Gutz lyrics

... 3, 4 warsaw! Don't talk to me girl, you know it's not nice. Don't laugh at murder, i won't pay the price. The facts are too high-powered, so sickened thrill, I'd give that mess up 'cos it makes you so ill. Blame bad things on me, whatever you do. When i come home i will be different from you. You're such a chictalk, you're really trussed up. Don't wanna talk to you, just left me your mum. Don't be a puppet, always rush you around. One just for you photo, try and tire me down. I won't tell him i talk like this all night, He must be worried 'cos you're sounding so trite. Respect is only normal, the way to our lives. Ever tried to sleep around with a bed for a wife. We'll never change you, if you start acting that way. If do keep mouths all open, i'll never get a say. You know what's special, it's as dark as i say. Can you see me, just ourselves, No comment, copycat!