John Cooper Clarke A Heart Disease Called Love
One kiss became a weapon
I don't want to bleed in vain
Clouds collide in the heavens
I surrender. To the rain
The death bells that also rang
like madness... from above
I'm going... out with a bang
And a heart disease called love
Ninety-nine, below zero
Would seem like fever now
You know me... no hero
Don't even ask me how
I'm down in the deep deep freeze
What was I thinking of...
In the painful breeze
By the frozen trees
With a heart disease called love
After dinner. Mints. A new lover
And the coffee's so bitter and black
Your fingerprints... they cover
this knife sticking out of my back
You overlooked... the fine details
You should've worn your gloves
I've got a girl in jail, and a house for sale
And a heart disease called love
