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© 1985 PLG/WMB Records Tracklist: 01.No Rest 00:00 02.Heroin 05:23 Lyrics: "No Rest" Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep Turning over, turning 'round, twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what have we done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what is this evil that we've done? Is it that we wanted more than you gave? Why did you put us then in this smalltown grave? Humility - is that what you want? Why did you make us then the way you did? Yes we have pride - is this our sin? Is it the times that we've been out fighting? Well I'll tell you all those times - we never really hurt anybody Or is it that we were eating While other people were starving? Is this our crime? Four o'clock in the morning and still we cannot sleep... Is it the times we laughed about it all Through all those whisky nights so far away? "Heroin (12" Mix)" He said - come on now little darling, if you love me like you say You can just lie there and sniff the smoke, you don't have to use your vein And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm You remember very clearly the blood with which you signed Because the night gave you virginity was the night it took your mind They said that you were pretty then In the mirror now you see this worn and greasy slut We only get one crack at this, we only get the once Just four score years and ten, old friend And yours are bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins So now here come your customers knocking on your door With the faces of stupid children who think they are something more You believed the lies that brought you here So now you pass the same lies like disease And where are all your family to lock that waiting door? And where are all your good friends to slap your stupid face Instead you've got your little club who'll protect you, sure... Like they'll slit your throat for a couple of quid We only get one crack at this... No matter how you kid yourself, well, you still know the truth Just one sweet life that's it, old friend And yours is bleeding away with the puss that fills your veins And your little son just two years old, comes crawling across the floor Past the red eviction notice that lies unopened by the door But they all live so far away and here... it's all OK... Stinking... pathetic... filthy...