Choir :

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Polly Jean Harvey :

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

We loose our voice more each year,

Maybe we won't bring soon

Is there cancer in the throat ?

No stress

Polly Jean Harvey :

Maybe it's supposed to kill the success

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

Because success needs killing

Polly Jean Harvey :

Murder is media

False laugh,

Forged autograph,

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

First my body, now my corpse

Polly Jean Harvey :

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Alive is pain, Murder is fame,

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

And if you're famous you may get acquitted

If you did it

Polly Jean Harvey :

There's no where to runaway

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

Damn you I hope you pay

Polly Jean Harvey :

And finish the day to day

Games we play

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

Those men will brake your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Polly Jean Harvey :

I'ma stay at home

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

And talk on the telephone

Polly Jean Harvey :

There's nothing in this world I want from you,

Don't fool yourself, I won't cry....

You're too scared to live

Too quick to die

PJ Harvey & Tricky :

Those men will brake your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will brake your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Choir :

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Those men will break your bones,

Don't know how to build stable homes.

Stable Homes

Those men will break your bones,

Stable homes

Those men will break your bones,

Stable homes.

Those men will break your bones

*** Thanx to Lili for this one ***

Green eyes

He called me magdalene

So much my eyes have seen

Cleopatra

Would have wept for these of green

I watch the people leave

I walk this sorry town

When I saw him first

He was looking down

He called me Magdalene

My sea queen

But he would not look

Into these eyes of green

When we were there alone

No one else around

When I returned to him

He was still looking down

I came, I witnessed

Followed, found

Returned, returned

He's still looking down

Still looking down

And the people leave

Leave this girl

Leave this girl

Leave this town

And still he dares

Dares not look at me

He's drawing circles in the ground