LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: LOW FIVE/SNEAKER PIMPS

It takes too much to please me
Attached but no real feeling
High fives and corporate anthems
Nothing comes to mind
Kitemarked for true low standards
Where more wants all and no less
Just change with no real progress
Nothing comes to mind
I want higher
Still nothing comes to mind

Give me a low five
'Cause I can't help myself
I'm a low five downsize no one else
Do you love yourself?

These altered states and egos
Potential less than zero
Found god in San Diego
Nothing comes to mind

Give me a low five
'Cause I can't help myself
I'm a low five downsize no one else
Do you love yourself?

I half expect to find myself
In full control of nothing else
Lost hope but learnt to hopeless
Nothing comes to mind
I want higher
Still nothing comes to mind

Give me a low five
'Cause I can't help myself
I'm a low five downsize no one else
Do you love yourself?

ALBUM: SPLINTER (1999)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: SPIN SPIN SUGAR/SNEAKER PIMPS

Spin spin sugar

I'm everyone, I feel used
I'm everyone, I need you
I want perfection
I'm real need
I've seen attention
See through me

Call on me
Spin spin sugar
Crawl on me
Spin spin sugar
Stinks on me
Spin spin sugar
Twists for me
Spin spin sugar

I'm everyone, hang your label on me
I'm everyone, paint it black and white and easy
I've seen attention
See through me
I want perfection
I'm real need

Call on me
Spin spin sugar
Crawl on me
Spin spin sugar
Stinks on me
Spin spin sugar
Twists for me
Spin spin sugar

Spin spin sugar

ALBUM: BECOMING X (1996)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THINK OF ENGLAND/IAMX

In the grip of a winter came, love and greed
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat
In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat

I was alone at the front line
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire

In the twilight hours of nervous rest
I bought the beast before believing the threats
In a foreign field I cut all regrets
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess

I was alone for the first time
The message I was told was to try and find
The joy of a lifetime

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
I can't see the picture
I'm still running from the fire, the fire

I just can't think of England
Can't see the picture

ALBUM: KINGDOM OF WELCOME ADDICTION (2009)