Lilian
Martin Gore
Oh, Lillian
Look what you've done
You've stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lillian
I'm a poor man's son
And precious jewels
Weren't found in schools
Where I came from
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lillian
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone
Oh, Lillian
Once I begun
I couldn't stop
'til every drop of blood was sung
Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose what you haven't got
Oh, Lillian
Look what you've done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian