The Charm of Innocence

The Charm of Innocence Lyrics

Song	The Charm of Innocence
Artist	Momus
Album	Tender Pervert
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	作词 : Momus
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit's claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
	Then turned them on to debauchery
	I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
	If I refused they would torture me
	On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden
	And under my uniform something would harden
	Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
	Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
	Paid by the hour to look after us?
	Did it begin with that first opportunity
	To corner a stranger with nakedness?
	Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
	Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
	I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit's claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	Then at 18 I decided I wanted
	To be a commercial photographer
	I rented a studio down by the docks
	Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
	I photographed models in fluorescent light
	Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
	I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
	When I left home I already had five years
	Of self abuse under my belt
	I found certain women who'd let me try anything
	Just to find out how it felt
	In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
	The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
	The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit's claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	In the army they taught me to share the abuse
	That I'd kept up 'til then to myself
	There's nothing like killing
	For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell
	In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force
	I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
	And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
	We met up again in the 18th arrondisement
	I remember them well
	Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
	Their unmistakable smell
	I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
	And ask them to keep a young model in work
	Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit's claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
	Patiently waiting to die
	Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
	Tracing a page of Bataille
	And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
	Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
	Remember both of us are naked underneath
	I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
	The second professional kill
	But somehow detached from my actual behaviour
	This innocence burdens me still
	Up in the attic I pick up the brush
	Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
	(Paint out the blush of shame)
	(Paint out the blush of shame)
	(Paint out the blush of shame)

	zuo ci : Momus
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
	Then turned them on to debauchery
	I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
	If I refused they would torture me
	On Sundays I' d stalk the Botanical Garden
	And under my uniform something would harden
	Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
	Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
	Paid by the hour to look after us?
	Did it begin with that first opportunity
	To corner a stranger with nakedness?
	Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
	Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
	I think, at heart, I' m something of a prude
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	Then at 18 I decided I wanted
	To be a commercial photographer
	I rented a studio down by the docks
	Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
	I photographed models in fluorescent light
	Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
	I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
	When I left home I already had five years
	Of self abuse under my belt
	I found certain women who' d let me try anything
	Just to find out how it felt
	In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
	The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
	The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	In the army they taught me to share the abuse
	That I' d kept up ' til then to myself
	There' s nothing like killing
	For coaxing a shy boy of twentyone out of his shell
	In the dark continent with a peacekeeping force
	I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
	And promised them I' d try and keep in touch
	We met up again in the 18th arrondisement
	I remember them well
	Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
	Their unmistakable smell
	I' d approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
	And ask them to keep a young model in work
	Some men, thank Christ, don' t discriminate at all
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	I will pass my old age by a pale twobar fire
	Patiently waiting to die
	Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
	Tracing a page of Bataille
	And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
	Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
	Remember both of us are naked underneath
	I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
	The second professional kill
	But somehow detached from my actual behaviour
	This innocence burdens me still
	Up in the attic I pick up the brush
	Paint in the crow' s feet, paint out the blush
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame

	zuò cí : Momus
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
	Then turned them on to debauchery
	I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
	If I refused they would torture me
	On Sundays I' d stalk the Botanical Garden
	And under my uniform something would harden
	Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
	Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
	Paid by the hour to look after us?
	Did it begin with that first opportunity
	To corner a stranger with nakedness?
	Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
	Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
	I think, at heart, I' m something of a prude
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	Then at 18 I decided I wanted
	To be a commercial photographer
	I rented a studio down by the docks
	Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
	I photographed models in fluorescent light
	Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
	I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
	When I left home I already had five years
	Of self abuse under my belt
	I found certain women who' d let me try anything
	Just to find out how it felt
	In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
	The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
	The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	In the army they taught me to share the abuse
	That I' d kept up ' til then to myself
	There' s nothing like killing
	For coaxing a shy boy of twentyone out of his shell
	In the dark continent with a peacekeeping force
	I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
	And promised them I' d try and keep in touch
	We met up again in the 18th arrondisement
	I remember them well
	Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
	Their unmistakable smell
	I' d approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
	And ask them to keep a young model in work
	Some men, thank Christ, don' t discriminate at all
	I was born with the charm of innocence
	On my back like a cross
	Thorns upon my forehead
	Round my neck I wore it
	Sometimes a rabbit' s claw
	Sometimes an albatross
	I will pass my old age by a pale twobar fire
	Patiently waiting to die
	Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
	Tracing a page of Bataille
	And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
	Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
	Remember both of us are naked underneath
	I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
	The second professional kill
	But somehow detached from my actual behaviour
	This innocence burdens me still
	Up in the attic I pick up the brush
	Paint in the crow' s feet, paint out the blush
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame
	Paint out the blush of shame

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