The Pastels - The Hits Hurt lyrics

The hits would be so nice But they just don't come When you want them Defeat, defeat You don't want to hear About a jazz musician A jukebox and a river I've been thinking it's not so clever to hurt I've been thinking We never had much luck The needle sticks The tape hiss switch, the hits don't hit See them pa** by yesterday Spit on your old photograph And look away The cruelty of blows Farewell shows They were strange and I felt sad And I went down to the range Hitting balls, hitting balls Hitting balls on a golf range The fall guy falls No one calls it Run a two bit obituary We are on, they are gone And it seems so wrong The hits hurt The hits hurt The hits hurt Hey kid, you better shape up The hits are always going to hurt