She's performing on Big Weekend @ 9pm, there's a stream hurr:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/bigweekend/2011/
And these are the extra lyrics we got:
Hair: Whenever I’m dressed cool, my parents put up a fight (uh huh uh huh), and if I’m a hot shot, mom will cut my hair at night (uh huh uh huh). And in the morning, I’m short of my identity (uh huh uh huh), I scream mom and dady, why can’t I be who I want to be? (uh huh uh huh). To be, I just want to be myself, and I want you to love me for who I am. I just want to be myself and I want you to know I am my hair. I’ve had enough, this is my prayer: That I’ll die livin’ just as free as my hair. I’ve had enough, this is my prayer: That I’ll die livin’ just as free as my hair. I’ve had enough. I’m not a freak. I just keep fighting to stay cool on the streets. I’ve had enough, enough, enough, enough, and this is my prayer: I swear, I’m as free as my hair.
Bloody Mary: I won’t cry for you, I won’t crucify the things you do. I won’t cry for you, see - when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary. We are not art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the argo of my furied heart. I’ll wait on mountain tops in Paris cold, Je ne veuux mourire tout seule, dance dance dance dance, hands above my head like Jesus said. Love is just a history that may prove, and when you’re gone, I’ll tell them my religion is you. When Pontius comes to kill the king upon his throne, I’m ready for their stones.
Scheiße: I wish that I could dance on a single prayer, I wish I could be strong withot somebody there, I wish that I could dance on a single prayer, I wish I could be strong withou tthe scheiße, yeah, oh oh oh, oh oh, without the scheiße yeah.
Electric Chapel: If you want me, meet me at the Electric Chapel, if you want me, meet me at the Electric Chapel, if you want to steal my heart away, meet me, meet me baby, in a safe place - Come on, meet me, in electric chapel
Highway Unicorn: We can be strong, we can be strong, out on this lonely run, this road to love - We can be strong, we can be strong, follow that unicorn on the road to love.
Marry The Night: I’m gonna lace up my boots, throw on some leather and cruise, down the street that I love in my fishnet gloves - I’m a sinner. Then I’ll go down to the bar, but I won’t cry anymore. I’ll hold my whiskey up high, kiss the bartender twice, I’m a loser. Nothing’s too cool to take me from you New York is not just a tan that you’ll never loose, Love is the new Denim or black Skeleton guns are wedding bells in the attic get Ginger ready, climb to El Camino front won’t poke holes in the seats with my heels cuz that’s where we make love.
