"Sweet Emotion" was a Faith No More track released on a Kerrang! magazine flexi-disc
back in 1989 around the release of The Real Thing.
Two years later, the soundtrack for Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey, in
which then guitarist Jim Martin also appeared, was released with the previously
unreleased Faith No More track, "The Perfect Crime". While the music for "The
Perfect Crime" remained nearly identical to "Sweet Emotion", the lyrics are
were totally changed.
Sweet Emotion
Your shirt is stained when
you wear your heart on your sleeve.
So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there.
Your face in the mirror doesn't give a reflection.
So you paint one on, it's the art of imitation.
It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well.
But you can't ignore, don't know who you are, so what.
Your sugar coated, guns
are loaded,
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying,
Say your somebody else
The bitterness inside your
heart,
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.
You take your big guns,
loading them with your fatal charm.
The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now.
I've learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true.
Now I'm a confection to taste good is all I must do.
Your sugar coated, guns
are loaded,
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying,
Say your somebody else
Its too easy to get to
where you,
Take it, dig it, every day
And you can't win in the end.
The bitterness inside your heart,
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.
The Perfect Crime
Girl listens to mom
So she lights a match and pretends to sleep
While everything burns
Man drives nowhere
So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs
And felt good
Boy hears teacher's words
So he closed his eyes and stepped in front
of a train
Woo!
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits
The bitterness is hard
to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
I can hear your voice echo
O.K. I lied-it's really the voice
Of the guy who kicked your head in
Look in the mirror
It seems you're drinking, miniature
And soon enough your gone
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits
The bitterness is hard
to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
No one saw the perfect crime
I can't wait for the next time
The bitterness is hard
to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
You try to make the moment
Last you sold it right in half
You die and have a nice day
Woops!
Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident