More songs by The Cure
Description
Lyricist, Vocalist, Composer Lyricist, Composer: Robert Smith
Composer, Vocalist: Michael Dempsey
Vocalist: Porl Thompson
Composer: Lol Tolhurst
Mastering Engineer: Chris Blair
Lyrics and translation
Original
Here we are, applause please for the Good Old Fogs.
Stick out the shouts of the morning. This is a mind that will doubt.
So you live in a land and your wishes are dark because you're wet in your pants.
But you're a pig to yourself, a pig to yourself.
You're just a heroin fiend.
You see a girl with face in a mirror.
Something has come to your flesh. You pull a U in the middle of the night.
You might have done your best.
But you're a pig to yourself, a pig to yourself.
You live in the middle of the night.
Something has come to your flesh.
You turn to the soul and soul is flying away but you never mind.
But you're a pig to yourself, you're a pig to yourself.
You're just a heroin fiend.
You're just a heroin fiend.
You're just a heroin fiend.
You're just a heroin fiend.
You're just a hero, hero, heroin.
Heroin, heroin. Heroin, heroin.
Heroin, heroi