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Albums:

Coma Girl [UK CD #2] (Joe Strummer) · Coma Girl [UK CD #1] (Joe Strummer) · Dirty Girl, Wrong Girl, Bad Girl [Cancelled] (Latrelle) · Live from Cell Block D (Tracy Nelson) · Cell Block Tango (Glee) · The Very Best of Soft Cell (Soft Cell) · One Cell in the Sea (A Fine Frenzy) · Live From Cell Block D (Tracy Nelson) · A Tribute to Soft Cell (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Three in a Cell (The Peddlers) – and 90 other albums »


Then I saw the Coma Girl and the excitement gang 

And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder 
Through all the stages I wandered 

Coma Girl
Then I saw the coma girl and the excitement gang

And the rain came in from the wide blue yonder
Through all the stages I wandered

Coma girl
cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone

So I'm getting treated for my sex addiction
In a private clinic and I need you to be sensitive about my
slow down girl
We're moving way to fast for their world
We gotta make this last

I miss you so much, a self inflicted coma
The days drag on I never
hounds at their feet
Her lips were redder than a new Miata
His mustache held flecks of foam
They hung out in the corner cafe
Tapping on a laptop, don't
The Lynch mob gathered in the square across from the jail
Young Billy watched them from his cell and felt his courage fail
Bill swore he wasn't
on the loose (oh yeah)

Bottlefield
Fun and coma side by side
Bottlefield
Could you say who's at your side?

All they filled up was in vain
Pools remember former
fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut

Sometimes the jail can't chain
never fake their lies 
Trick cards fool the eye 
Carry zeros over till they add up 
Bury tears in the chapters you shut 
Sometimes the jail can't
him by the arm,
He said, "Johnny, come and go along with me,
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me."
John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
Roaches crawl in the filth of vice
What's deserved is what they receive
Suffer the pain they bring to themselves
Then deny the ruin

Try to shift
six-shooters never told a lie.
The first one to visit John Hardy in his cell
Was a little girl dressed in blue.
She came down to that old jail cell,
She
and the forests ours to roam 
But now we lie back in our cells, and think of times gone by 
We think back of our lives and homes, and the girls who wait and cry
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
my girl
There's nothin' like her in this whole wide world
Yeah yeah

Night bloomin' jasmine
It comes a-creepin' through my window
Night bloomin'
him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me
Poor boy, Johnny, come and walk along with me

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
and took him by the arm
He said Johnny, come and go along with me Poor boy
Johnny, come and walk along with me

John Hardy stood in his old jail cell
lost cells down at Brain Drain 
And before I could mend lost the missus, missed the girlfriend 
In this Cockamamie Business 

Now we like to air
the antibodies
Their weapons in the fight
The army is transported
Wherever they must go
Delivered by the Bloodmobile

We need to send a message
To tell
Tangled among the litter and old Valentines
I found my coma leaking
A branch punched a hole
In the quiet that was keeping me
And
Suddenly
All the sleep fell
unique 
And I was enchanted by the way 
You spoke to the strangers on the street 
In many ways you save me 
And keep my head above water 
You know
I'm in a women's prison
With bars all around
I caught my darlin' cheating
That's when I shot him down

I caught him in a honky-tonk
With a girl I
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
rock I'm clinging.
Since love is lord of heaven and earth
How can I keep from singing? 
When tyrants tremble in their fear
And hear their death knell
Sons of the silent age
Pace their rooms like a cell's dimensions
Rise for a year or two then make war
Search through their one-inch thoughts
Then