Back To Black lyrics

Rehab

They tried to make me go to rehab but i said 'no, no, no'
Yes I've been black but when i com e back you'll know know know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab but i won't go go go

I'd rather be at home with ray
I aint got seventeen days
Coz there's nothing
There's nothing you can teach me
That i can't learn from mr hathaway

Tell your boyfriend next time he around
To buy his own weed and don’t wear my shit down
I wouldn’t care if bre would give me some more
I’d rather him leave you then leave him my draw

When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back

Wake Up Alone

It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up enough so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

Love Is A Losing Game

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down

Just Friends

When will we get the time to be just friends
It’s never safe for us not even in the evening
‘cos I’ve been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It’s always dangerous when everybody’s sleeping
And I've been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?

When will we get the time to be just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends

Tears Dry On Their Own

All I can ever be to you,
Is a darkness that we knew,
And this regret I had to get accustomed to,
Once it was so right,
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night,
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don’t know why I got so attached,
It’s my responsibility,
And you don’t owe nothing to me,

He Can Only Hold Her

He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on but noone's home
She's so vacant Her soul is taken
He is what she's running from
How can he have her heart
When it got stole
Though he tries to pacify her
Whats inside her never dies
Even if she's content in his warmth
She gets pained with urgency
Urgent kisses
The miss misses
The man that he longs to be

Some Unholy War

If my man was fighting
Some unholy war
I would be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn't know
It's you I'm fighting for
He can't lose with me in tow
I refuse to let him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the blow

We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen floor
Justice done,

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said good-bye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to....

Me & Mr Jones (Fuckery)

Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me
And Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)
You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (Ahhh)

No you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)

You Know I'm No Good

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear me down like roger moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled

Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt,
Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt,
You say "What did you do with him today?",
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray,
'Cause you're my fella my guy.
Hand me your Stella and fly,
By the time I'm out the door,
You tear men down like Roger Moore.

I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.