| Song | Slave To This |
| Artist | Soft Cell |
| Album | This Last Night...In Sodom |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh, another day, another way | |
| Another life, another day, another life of existence | |
| Oh, fear, threat and filth, tender in hate | |
| Slug and grab, trap and take away | |
| Another track, meat rack and ruin | |
| Boarded up and beaten up, roaming the streets | |
| Have no respect for a life, a limb, a love | |
| Whose love are you anyway? | |
| Mother smiles, narrow smiles | |
| Drink up your poison like a good little girl | |
| Can't have your coke and beat it you know | |
| Sick of seeing you bruised and burnt out | |
| Ugly and low, so sick and tired of | |
| Being sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| That's right(That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right) | |
| Pushing through the pavement sprawl | |
| Round the late night supermarket, dirt locked lady | |
| Who hits you in the chest | |
| Give her all your money, | |
| Mr. Barefoot | |
| All the year round, please don't breathe on me | |
| Oh and hi there, | |
| Zizi Jean(Night) | |
| MareStill sticky from you, still sticky from me(I hear voices) | |
| Still sticky from you, still sticky from me | |
| Smack, kerpow | |
| Into cold grease burger prance | |
| Call me Chico, | |
| Chico from | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| Guilty of another cold handed sperm murder | |
| Forever the crunch of makeup under foot | |
| Where will you take me | |
| When this is all over? | |
| Somewhere where | |
| I don't have to | |
| Shiver in the shadows | |
| So sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| Everyday you set up go to work | |
| Floating like the ash | |
| In the Coffee | |
| Pot café(That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's right) | |
| Throwing upon an over-diet of slob culture | |
| Overdose and out, | |
| I'm scared for you | |
| For me, for you, no | |
| For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of being | |
| That I ended up being without and where will you take me? | |
| Where will you take me? | |
| Away from this hell to be(Or not to be) | |
| Pull up the vacancy sign in your eyes | |
| I've seen it and | |
| I don't like it | |
| I've seen it and | |
| I don't like it | |
| I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired | |
| Of being used and abused | |
| Hey, is this the last night in | |
| Sodom?(That's right, that's right, that's right) | |
| Sick and tired | |
| A day today of a life of existence | |
| And his name is | |
| Jesus(You have never known love)(Till you've known the love of God, that's right) | |
| Only God may find a way | |
| Where there is no way, that's right | |
| Is this the last night in | |
| Sodom?(You have never known love)(Till you've known the love of God, that's right) | |
| What a waste | |
| And they never shed a tear | |
| For Jesus | |
| Christ when | |
| He died on the | |
| CrossAnd they drove a spike in | |
| His sideAnd hammered a crown of thorns on | |
| His headWhat a waste |
| Oh, another day, another way | |
| Another life, another day, another life of existence | |
| Oh, fear, threat and filth, tender in hate | |
| Slug and grab, trap and take away | |
| Another track, meat rack and ruin | |
| Boarded up and beaten up, roaming the streets | |
| Have no respect for a life, a limb, a love | |
| Whose love are you anyway? | |
| Mother smiles, narrow smiles | |
| Drink up your poison like a good little girl | |
| Can' t have your coke and beat it you know | |
| Sick of seeing you bruised and burnt out | |
| Ugly and low, so sick and tired of | |
| Being sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| That' s right That' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Pushing through the pavement sprawl | |
| Round the late night supermarket, dirt locked lady | |
| Who hits you in the chest | |
| Give her all your money, | |
| Mr. Barefoot | |
| All the year round, please don' t breathe on me | |
| Oh and hi there, | |
| Zizi Jean Night | |
| MareStill sticky from you, still sticky from me I hear voices | |
| Still sticky from you, still sticky from me | |
| Smack, kerpow | |
| Into cold grease burger prance | |
| Call me Chico, | |
| Chico from | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| Guilty of another cold handed sperm murder | |
| Forever the crunch of makeup under foot | |
| Where will you take me | |
| When this is all over? | |
| Somewhere where | |
| I don' t have to | |
| Shiver in the shadows | |
| So sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| Everyday you set up go to work | |
| Floating like the ash | |
| In the Coffee | |
| Pot cafe That' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Throwing upon an overdiet of slob culture | |
| Overdose and out, | |
| I' m scared for you | |
| For me, for you, no | |
| For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of being | |
| That I ended up being without and where will you take me? | |
| Where will you take me? | |
| Away from this hell to be Or not to be | |
| Pull up the vacancy sign in your eyes | |
| I' ve seen it and | |
| I don' t like it | |
| I' ve seen it and | |
| I don' t like it | |
| I' m sick and tired of being sick and tired | |
| Of being used and abused | |
| Hey, is this the last night in | |
| Sodom? That' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Sick and tired | |
| A day today of a life of existence | |
| And his name is | |
| Jesus You have never known love Till you' ve known the love of God, that' s right | |
| Only God may find a way | |
| Where there is no way, that' s right | |
| Is this the last night in | |
| Sodom? You have never known love Till you' ve known the love of God, that' s right | |
| What a waste | |
| And they never shed a tear | |
| For Jesus | |
| Christ when | |
| He died on the | |
| CrossAnd they drove a spike in | |
| His sideAnd hammered a crown of thorns on | |
| His headWhat a waste |
| Oh, another day, another way | |
| Another life, another day, another life of existence | |
| Oh, fear, threat and filth, tender in hate | |
| Slug and grab, trap and take away | |
| Another track, meat rack and ruin | |
| Boarded up and beaten up, roaming the streets | |
| Have no respect for a life, a limb, a love | |
| Whose love are you anyway? | |
| Mother smiles, narrow smiles | |
| Drink up your poison like a good little girl | |
| Can' t have your coke and beat it you know | |
| Sick of seeing you bruised and burnt out | |
| Ugly and low, so sick and tired of | |
| Being sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| That' s right That' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Pushing through the pavement sprawl | |
| Round the late night supermarket, dirt locked lady | |
| Who hits you in the chest | |
| Give her all your money, | |
| Mr. Barefoot | |
| All the year round, please don' t breathe on me | |
| Oh and hi there, | |
| Zizi Jean Night | |
| MareStill sticky from you, still sticky from me I hear voices | |
| Still sticky from you, still sticky from me | |
| Smack, kerpow | |
| Into cold grease burger prance | |
| Call me Chico, | |
| Chico from | |
| Puerto Rico | |
| Guilty of another cold handed sperm murder | |
| Forever the crunch of makeup under foot | |
| Where will you take me | |
| When this is all over? | |
| Somewhere where | |
| I don' t have to | |
| Shiver in the shadows | |
| So sick and tired of being used and abused | |
| Everyday you set up go to work | |
| Floating like the ash | |
| In the Coffee | |
| Pot café That' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Throwing upon an overdiet of slob culture | |
| Overdose and out, | |
| I' m scared for you | |
| For me, for you, no | |
| For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of being | |
| That I ended up being without and where will you take me? | |
| Where will you take me? | |
| Away from this hell to be Or not to be | |
| Pull up the vacancy sign in your eyes | |
| I' ve seen it and | |
| I don' t like it | |
| I' ve seen it and | |
| I don' t like it | |
| I' m sick and tired of being sick and tired | |
| Of being used and abused | |
| Hey, is this the last night in | |
| Sodom? That' s right, that' s right, that' s right | |
| Sick and tired | |
| A day today of a life of existence | |
| And his name is | |
| Jesus You have never known love Till you' ve known the love of God, that' s right | |
| Only God may find a way | |
| Where there is no way, that' s right | |
| Is this the last night in | |
| Sodom? You have never known love Till you' ve known the love of God, that' s right | |
| What a waste | |
| And they never shed a tear | |
| For Jesus | |
| Christ when | |
| He died on the | |
| CrossAnd they drove a spike in | |
| His sideAnd hammered a crown of thorns on | |
| His headWhat a waste |