More songs by Pulp
Description
Studio Musician: Adam Betts
Studio Musician: Andrew McKinney
Associated Performer: Candida Doyle
Studio Musician: Emma Smith
Associated Performer: Jarvis Cocker
Mixing Engineer, Studio Musician: Jason Buckle
Associated Performer: Mark Webber
Associated Performer: Nick Banks
Mastering Engineer: Matt Colton
Producer: Pulp
Studio Musician: Rich Jones
Composer: Adam Betts
Composer: Andrew McKinney
Composer: Candida Doyle
Composer: Emma Smith
Composer Lyricist: Jarvis Cocker
Composer: Jason Buckle
Composer: Mark Webber
Composer: Nick Banks
Lyrics and translation
Original
The world fell, I was dead.
That's how my autobiography would have read.
Until the day you came into my life.
You took my hand, walked by my side, a redhead at one side of me, a chihuahua on the other.
And then, all bets are off.
They will enter the temple and soon enough, laughter will be heard.
Five years after it disappeared from this world.
Oh,
I kid you not.
It is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls.
My kingdom has come, hallelujah.
There is a way out, a loophole in the contract, a way to go back.
A way to go back and relive the pivotal moment in the primal drama.
And just your final decision, precision engineering in another dimension.
Deliriously happy, a new source of energy that doesn't cost the earth.
Erotic rebirth.
I knew it in my bones, the moment I first clapped eyes on you.
Though it took me a lifetime.
It took me a lifetime, oh, to see it through.
Yeah.
It is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls.
My kingdom has come, hallelujah.
It will take more than a roll of newspaper to see me off.
I'm indestructible. I'm stuck on you.
Yeah, I'm stuck on you like glue.
Stuck on you and your life force too. Armageddon postponed, paradise regained.
Ten thousand saxophones take to the street. Can you imagine the racket?
But I love it.
Yeah, down come the walls of Jericho.
I plant my flag in virgin territory. Come on, let's go. This is new, this is new.
Shout it from the rooftops.
Here we go.
Oh, it is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls. My kingdom has come.
Yeah, it is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls. My kingdom has come.
Oh, they're married for love.
They're married for love.
Yeah, they're married for love.
Oh, they're married for love. Oh, they're married for love.
Yeah, they're married for love.
Oh, they're married for love
English translation
The world fell, I was dead.
That's how my autobiography would have read.
Until the day you came into my life.
You took my hand, walked by my side, a redhead at one side of me, a chihuahua on the other.
And then, all bets are off.
They will enter the temple and soon enough, laughter will be heard.
Five years after it disappeared from this world.
Oh,
I kid you not.
It is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls.
My kingdom has come, hallelujah.
There is a way out, a loophole in the contract, a way to go back.
A way to go back and relive the pivotal moment in the primal drama.
And just your final decision, precision engineering in another dimension.
Deliriously happy, a new source of energy that doesn't cost the earth.
Erotic rebirth.
I knew it in my bones, the moment I first clapped eyes on you.
Though it took me a lifetime.
It took me a lifetime, oh, to see it through.
Yeah.
It is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls.
My kingdom has come, hallelujah.
It will take more than a roll of newspaper to see me off.
I'm indestructible. I'm stuck on you.
Yeah, I'm stuck on you like glue.
Stuck on you and your life force too. Armageddon postponed, paradise regained.
Ten thousand saxophones take to the street. Can you imagine the racket?
But I love it.
Yeah, down come the walls of Jericho.
I plant my flag in virgin territory. Come on, let's go. This is new, this is new.
Shout it from the rooftops.
Here we go.
Oh, it is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls. My kingdom has come.
Yeah, it is written in pages, on tablets of stone.
Engraved in finest copperplate scrawled on toilet walls. My kingdom has come.
Oh, they're married for love.
They're married for love.
Yeah, they're married for love.
Oh, they're married for love. Oh, they're married for love.
Yeah, they're married for love.
Oh, they're married for love