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The Best Way To Kill (Live At Hammersmith Palais, 1984 (Fan Recording))
Soft Cell
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And this one's, uh, you can get on down to, you know
So they say at these sort of events, usually
This is "The Best Way To Kill"
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Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound
Multiply, tell a little lie
To pull the wool over God's little eye
Before He makes up His mind that that wouldn't do
Life is one long play for the day
The one that teases all our four-letter words
The one that everybody pretends they've
Never, never heard
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
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And it gets a nice skin, and I find myself
Living in a form that is worn
Like a badge on a blazer at school
Tear it off, rip it up
Stick your two fingers up at the world
And a blind little world that will take you for a fool
For your life has to be this way
And you can't say this, and you can't watch that
Little darkened in mind, little child
A moral straightjacket to stab you
Running completely wild
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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And it's nice when you've been yourself
Locked behind the locked door
Told in whispers, and you're scattered with your mind
By the law
Poor old me
No bruises but the ones in your heart
And they're the ones that really hurt
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The debate of the day, win a long holiday
You at home can decide what would be the
Best way to kill
The best way to kill
And you don't stand a chance in hell
But you go down fighting the sound of the bell
Lose us all in the eyes of the men with the pens
But win us all in the end
The debate of the day, win a long holiday
You at home can decide what would be the
Best way to kill
The best way to kill
And you don't stand a chance in hell
But you go down fighting the sound of the bell
Lose us all in the eyes of the men with the pens
But win us all in the end
Dishonesty breeds like poison in an unhealed wound
Multiply, tell a little lie
To pull the wool over God's little eye
Before he makes up his mind
Before he makes up his mind
Win us all in the end
See you in ten minutes
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