Track Title:               Hammering In My Head

Album Title:               Version 2.0
Prime Artist:              Garbage
Producer:                  Garbage
Written by:                Garbage
Lyrics:
I was stressed out by freestyle
          I'm overworked but I'm undersexed
             I must be made of concrete
           I sign my name across your chest
            Give out the same old answers
          I trot them them out for the relatives
              Company tried and tested
           I use the ones that I love the best

         Like an animal you're moving over me
         Like an animal you're moving over me

                      (?)
             I can't remember your name
                      (?)
        You touch my hand but it's not the same

               It's all so unexpected
            I never thought I'd get caught
           I play around with your demons
        Shoot to kill and you pop them off, baby

         Like an animal you're moving over me
         Like an animal you're moving over me

            You should be sleeping my love
           Tell me what you're dreaming of
            You should be sleeping my love
           Tell me what you're dreaming of

            You should be sleeping my love
           Tell me what you're dreaming of
            You should be sleeping my love
           Tell me what you're dreaming of

          I knew you were mine for the taking
          I knew you were mine for the taking
  Knew you were mine taking when I walked in the room
          I knew you were mine for the taking
          I knew you were mine for the taking
       Your eyes light up when I walk in the room

  A hammering in my head don't stop from the bullet train
             From Tokyo to Los Angeles
               I'm leaving you behind
                 A flash in the pan
                A storm in a teacup
               A needle in a haystack
               A prize for the winning
               A dead for the raising
               A catch for the chasing
              A jewel for the choosing
               A man for the making
                in this blistering heat

                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out
      With your bedroom eyes and your baby pout
                  Sweat it all out
       In our electric storms and our shifting sands
        and our candy jars and our sticky hands
                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out
                  Sweat it all out

           Don't forget what I wrote you then
          And don't forget what I told you then
          And don't forget I that meant to win
            And don't forget your ventolin
         So, a hammering in my head don't stop
       In the bullet train from Tokyo to Los Angeles


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