Hybrid - Siouxsie And The Banshees

It’s a hybrid of me

I’m a hybrid of he

You’re a misfit of me, I’m a misfit of you

In limbo

Carbon copies run blue

A reminder for you

But they’re only skin deep crumpled shells in a heap

Marked «cheap»

Surrogate heads

Of a no-no domain

Shoulders form rows to make waves again

Catch the next plane

When you walked through the door

Marked «enter if you dare»

Reasoned with a friend marked «do not bend»

Bit on that finger marked «handle with care»

A tear soiled your cheek

A broken finger on the floor

A mess in sawdust, a shop window burst

No repairs

It’s a hybrid of me

I’m a hybrid of he

You’re a misfit for me, I’m a misfit for you

In limbo

Do you speak the lingo?

In limbo

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh-oh

Ohh-oh

Ohh-oh

It’s a hybrid of me

I’m a hybrid of she

You’re a misfit of me, I’m a misfit of you

In limbo

Do you speak the lingo?

In limbo

In limbo

Do you speak the lingo?

Ohh-oh, ohh-oh

Ohh-oh, oh, oh, oh

Ohh-oh, ohh-oh