Furniture

I Can't Crack

Written by Tim Whelan, Jim Irvin, Hamilton Lee

Published by Survival Music / Chrysalis Music

He walked into the room
And he wanted to smash the tables
Burn the bastards down
I'm gonna burn the bastards down
No love, no help, no crime
Just walking on broken glass
But he walked into the room
And sat at a table, said
I can't crack
Crack
Crack

I've done all that's in my power
But everyway I turn I loose
Too much upon my shoulders
I no longer see the use
I can't crack
Crack
Crack

I demand the right to break down
Someone tell me how to cry
I wanna know if any one of you
Can look me in the eye

You do things you never dreamt of
You walk on broken glass
You throw away what you wanted

When you've got no business being here
When you've got no chance to leave
When even your closest friends
Can kick you in the teeth

I can't crack
Crack
Crack

And I owe no-one anything now
And you, you can't trust in me
And still they sit down and expect me to be calm
To be reasonable
They wanna use me for their own good
And I know for someone else's sake
When the hammer comes down
It goes on and on
But I don't want to

You see I let some people fool me
They didn't know my mind
But I'm putting up resistance
I've been fooled for the last time

I can't crack
Crack
Crack
I walked on broken glass to get you back
I walked on broken glass to get you back
I've been fooled for the last time

Source: bigdog Furniture fansite, archived from Globalnet (c. 2001) — welcome-the-lovemongers.html (transcription of The Lovemongers).