Lyric Being Followed Home - Pulp

Lyric Song Being Followed Home: I m being followed home I m being followed home
I don t know what for I don t know by whom
The smell of your dress a face in the rain the pavement shines wet
in focus again Oh oh oh oh In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind for a well balanced view
that was not mine to find Heaven knowsall your
stars are on showthey last a lifetime and your hands leave their
marks in the sandthey last for ever for ever It s clear to me
you fit so perfectly in a dimly lit room just inside of the sea
His twisted face tells me to leave this place
You know somewhere but I shouldn t go thereI shouldn t go there
Heaven knowsall your stars are on showthey last a lifetime
and your hands leave their marks in the sandthey last for ever
They ve followed me home
the one with the dog breath in the tattoo bar says something in a language
that I don t uderstand The street stinks of piss and dead fish
Jump a garden walllanding on the slimy grassair roaring in my lungs
Hear him swear as he stumbles and falls behind me
Down another cobbled streetfootsteps bouncing off the walls
Which way A bottle smashes The glint of a blade in the moonlight
Someone laughsthe corners turned and it s too late
The first blow falls then nothing I awoke on the beach sometime later
to a grey and sunless sky Your voice still slithers in my head
I can t remember what you said I get to my feetmy body aches
I make for the town for no one s sake
My mind is a blurI feel so weak I see your reflection in the street
yquot;It s what you deserveit s what you need
Just like those stupid books you readyquot; I look to the skyI see your face
collapse in the road I hear you say I shouldn t go thereI shouldn t go there!
My wound s healing now and your imprint fades
now just a pale scar for five vanished days
Your voice is so weak your face is unclear
your body a legend from a forgotten year
I ve been followed home
I ve been followed home
I ve been followed home
I ve been followed home