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Trigger Happy Hand, Placebo lyrics and explanation

21 Février 2010 , Rédigé par Placebo Wordz Publié dans #ENGLISH SECTION

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Trigger Happy Hands
(Live track)
Lyrics and explanation



Lyrics Placebo
Trigger Happy Hands

The world is run by clowns
With trigger happy hands
But the world is filled with people
That we don’t understand
And so we’re living in a culture
Made of death and fear
It doesn’t seem the human race
Will make it through the year

The world is run by
Lying, drunk, balding, know it alls
But my mother told me pride
Will always come before a fall
Now remember in the day
When we were young and green
We were filled with hope,
We were squeaky clean

"The world’s an unforgiving place",
We've all heard this before
But we want hospitals and equal rights
Instead of fucking wars
We want the right to blow our minds,
As crazy as it seems
The only place you’re truly free
Is cosy in your dreams
I said : the only place you’re truly free
Is cosy in your dreams

So put your hands in the air,
Wave them like you give a fuck x4

The world is run by clowns
With trigger happy hands
But the world is filled with people
That we don’t understand
So we’re living in a culture
Made of death and fear
It doesn’t seem the human race
Will make it through the year

Put your hands in the air,
Wave them like you give a fuck
Press Quotes

"Not so long ago, at the beginning of the new millenium, I used to frequent a small bar off the Champs-Elysées called "Le Mathis". Early one morning, as the sun began to poke its pesky head over the horizon, and over several vodka-tonics, my friends Nelly, Juri J and I began to put the world to rights, as you do. Naturally the subject turned to the war in Iraq, which I had taken to the streets of London to protest against, and we all began to get angry. In his disarmingly heavy italian accent, Juri turned to me and said: "the world is run by clowns with trigger happy hands." A light went off in my head. The next morning as i sat on the Eurostar, nursing a hangover as heavy as a loaded gun, a wave of inspiration came over me, as it does, and I began to write, the lyrics to what was to become a song vomited themselves forward fully formed and remain unchanged to this day.
By the time I reached London, all that was missing was the music. A few months later, in a serendipitous twist of fate, my friend and German Superstar DJ Timo Maas got back in touch, asking if I would be interested in working on some lyrics and perhaps singing on his new album. I found the skelleted electronic tracks he had sent me quite exiting, and I would eventually end up guesting on three album tracks. One track, however, leaped out of the stereo at me and screamed "sing over me now!". I began to mumble the words I had written that day on the train and they seemed to fit perfectly. So enamoured was I by this happy accident that I contacted Timo immediately to say that I would gladly sing on his new album, but only if he would "donate" said piece of music to the Placebo cause. Thankfully he agreed and a song was born. Now, put your hands in ze air, mütterfuckers!"

"Brian Molko", Battle For the Sun REDUX edition, 27thSeptember 2010



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