(from She\u2019s So High)<\/p>\n
What you want to be is what I am
\nHow you want to feel is how I feel
\nBut nothing stays the same when I am here
\nJust waiting for it all to disappear
\nI know, I know, I know it’ll come between us
\nI know, I know
\nI’d like to get into that pretty head
\nJust to see, to see if you are dead
\nAnd it would amuse me just to see how
\nHow you feel about me and this crowd
\nI know, I know, I know it’ll come between us
\nI know, I know<\/p>\n
(from She\u2019s So high)<\/p>\n
You and me we try to change
\nWe try so hard it’s all the same
\nI’m just waiting for it to begin again
\nAhhh
\nI’m forgetting who I am
\nThat makes me wonder who I am
\nTrying so hard to find sense when there’s none at all
\nAhhh (2x)
\nDown (20x)
\nStaring at the sun all day
\nIf you stare too long you get burned away
\nNow there’s nothing left of me so have it all
\nAhhh
\nForgetting again I blame
\nMy past has just faded away
\nNow I can tell you everything there is to know about
\nAhhh (2x)
\nDown (40x)<\/p>\n
(from There\u2019s No Other Way)<\/p>\n
Fear of being left behind
\nCan take you over
\nSuddenly you will choke
\nMaybe it’s just a joke
\nI’m not sure of you
\nI can’t hear you now
\nThere’s too much that’s going around
\nYou seem a worried fool
\nSo don’t think I’m cool
\nMakes me me unsure
\nOf you-
\nFear of being left alone
\nCan take you over
\nSlowly you will choke
\nAnd say it’s just a joke
\nI’m not sure–of you<\/p>\n
(from There\u2019s No Other Way)<\/p>\n
Mr Briggs is on holiday
\nBut he stays in his room
\nHe’s too cold to go out for his evening smoke
\nThe lady down the hallway
\nIs deaf and dumb to what you say
\nShe’s too busy dreaming of chihuahua dog
\nSay goodbye
\nSlowly drift away
\nTo somewhere
\nMr Briggs needs sleep now
\nHe’s been up for a week
\nHe can hear a buzz buzz buzzing in his head
\nHe has a three-bar heater
\nBut it can’t keep him warm
\nIf he bought another then he’d have three more
\nSay goodbye
\nSlowly drift away
\nTo somewhere
\nMr Briggs while on holiday
\nNever left his bed
\nWalked around in circles but only in his head
\nThe lady down the hallway
\nIs running out of pills
\nShe could pull herself together but she knows she never will
\nSay goodbye
\nSomewhere<\/p>\n
(from There\u2019s No Other Way)<\/p>\n
I always knew that there would be someone somewhere
\nWho had it in for me
\nI always knew that there would be no-one nowhere
\nWho was anything like me
\nI’m all over
\nAll over
\nAll over
\nI’m the only one
\nI’m hanging around
\nGoing nowhere
\nWaiting for it to happen to me
\nI always knew that there would be no-one nowhere
\nWho was anything like me
\nI’m all over
\nAll over
\nAll over
\nYou’re the only one
\nI always knew that there would be someone somewhere
\nWho had it in for me
\nI always knew that there would be no-one nowhere
\nWho was anything like me
\nI’m all over
\nAll over
\nAll over
\nYou’re the only one<\/p>\n
(from There\u2019s No Other Way)<\/p>\n
So much to be and so much to see
\nThere’s very little here for me
\nIt’s really hard to get through
\nSo won’t do it anymore
\nDon’t feel it anymore
\nWon’t do it anymore
\nCan’t feel it anymore
\nThere’s so much I’d like to say
\nYou’re not bothered either way
\nIt’s really hard to talk to you
\nSo won’t do it anymore
\nDon’t do it anymore
\nWon’t do it anymore
\nCan’t feel it anymore<\/p>\n
(from There\u2019s No Other Way)<\/p>\n
Waiting on this empty day
\nIt’s just the same as any day
\nAn’ although I got nothing to say
\nI’m going to say it anyway
\nDay, day upon day, day upon day
\nDay upon day
\nDay, day upon day, day upon day
\nDay upon day
\nEverybody’s here with me
\nWe’re in the smallest rooms you see
\nAn’ although we got nothing to do
\nWe going to do what do I do<\/p>\n
(from Bang)<\/p>\n
It’s pointless to explain why
\nThere’s nothing I can say
\nMy words would all be meaningless
\nAnyway
\nIt seems I can’t be trusted
\nAnd I don’t disagree
\nWhat made you think I ever really
\nWanted to be ?
\nI can’t explain why
\nAnd I don’t know when
\nI’m eber going to want to
\nSee her again
\nSon don’t ask why I came here
\nThere’s nothing I can say
\nI don’t think I’ll be staying very long
\nAnyway
\nI’m trying to find out why
\nI came here at all
\nI don’t think it was to see you
\nAfter all<\/p>\n
(from Bang)<\/p>\n
Don’t look at me as
\nYour only regret what you don’t see
\nYou know more than I
\nSo think for me
\nThink what your not
\nAh ah ah ah
\nLove substitute for the
\nNever knew who you were
\nHalf your life has been explained
\nYou want the other half
\nAh ah ah ah
\nDon’t look at me as though I’m not here
\nYour only regret what you don’t see
\nHalf my life has been explained<\/p>\n
(from Bang)<\/p>\n
Uncle Love just got a message from God
\nThat you are driving him crazy
\nTomorrow he says the doctor comes
\nWith a drink to make him lazy
\nDid you realize that Uncle Love’s
\nGot an 8 ball in his hand
\nEverything sticks to you like glue
\nBut it just makes you lazy
\nYou should hear what they say
\nAbout you everyday
\nYou should hear what they say
\nUncle Love’s going to get you
\nUncle Love just got a message from God
\nThat you are driving him crazy
\nEverything sticks to you like glue
\nBut it just makes you lazy<\/p>\n
(from Popscene)<\/p>\n
A fervoured image of another world
\nIs nothing in particular now
\nAnd imitation comes naturally
\nBut I’ve never really stopped to think how
\nAnd everyone is a clever clone
\nA chrome-covered clone am I
\nSo in the absence of a way of life
\nI’ll repeat this again and again and again
\nHey hey, come out tonight (x2)
\nPopscene, alright
\nYeah (x5)
\nI’m leaving town to run away
\nRun into your twisted arms
\nNo queues and there’s no panic there
\nJust dangling your feet in the grass
\nMy lack of natural lustre now
\nSeems to be losing me friends
\nSo in the absence of a way of life
\nI’ll repeat this again and again and again
\nHey hey, come out tonight (x4)
\nPopscene, alright
\nSo in the absence of a way of life
\nI’ll repeat this again and again and again
\nHey hey, come out tonight (x2)
\nPopscene, alright<\/p>\n
(from Popscene)<\/p>\n
Pedaling on a bicycle
\nI’m on my way to make a call
\nI’ve tried to touch you
\nThrough the double glazing
\nBut the curtains were drawn and the family out the way
\nYou used to know but now you don’t (x3)
\nNo one can see when they’ve got mace in their eyes
\nThey’re papering the walls and the windows
\nNo logic here in or out
\nThe heating’s on and I’m feeling drowsy
\nI fall asleep and dream of burning down the house
\nYou used to know but now you don’t (x3)
\nNo one can see when they’ve got mace in their eyes
\nI’m pedaling on my bicycle
\nI’m on my way to make a call
\nThe sun is out and I’m feeling drowsy
\nI fall asleep and dream of burning down the house
\nYou used to know but now you don’t (x6)
\nNo one can see when they’ve got mace in their eyes<\/p>\n
(from Popscene)<\/p>\n
This is the voice of someone
\nCalling from a lonely hill
\nTo the hard of hearing
\nFor those who never will
\nA long legged someone
\nSeen walking away from home
\nLook a vacant dreamer
\nWalking alone alone
\nWays that turn and turn
\nWhich is what we’d learn
\nAs suffering believers
\nIn the book of Badgeman Brown
\nThey’re dropping like flies
\nIn a suburban house
\nFrom a lack of anything
\nAnything to keep their hands in
\nAnd the town keeps screaming
\nFrom a lonely hill
\nAnother lack of people
\nThose who never will
\nWays that turn and turn
\nWhich I what we’d learn
\nAs suffering believers
\nIn the book of Badgeman Brown
\nThis is the voice of someone
\nCalling from a lonely hill
\nFor the hard of hearing
\nFor those who never will
\nThe days will turn and turn
\nWhich is what we’d learn
\nAs average believers
\nIn the book of Badgeman Brown<\/p>\n
(from Popscene)<\/p>\n
Lowest man is always fighting
\nHe’s hitting his head against the wall
\nHe’ll do it to you
\nHe’ll do it again, he knows what to do
\nI’ve always found you complicated
\nI’ve always tried to shut you up
\nI do what I do
\nI do it again, again, again
\nAnd I’d like you to know
\nIt’s alright
\nIt’s the world around us
\nI need you to know
\nI’m alright
\nNo need to worry about me
\nCause I’m just fine
\nLowest man has lost his meaning
\nSmashing his head against the wall
\nHe’ll do it to you, he’ll do it again
\nHe’s coming back to you
\nYou give me the strangest feeling
\nYou shut me of myself
\nYou do it to me
\nThen you do it again, again, again, again<\/p>\n
(from For Tomorrow)<\/p>\n
It starts feeling now
\nIt makes no inference of difference
\nIt still won’t see it’s his
\nFaint from lack of air
\nIt makes a whistle with a twistle
\nBut no one can hear
\nDidn’t stay long
\nI had to go away to stay
\nAs long as I could
\nSo I’m happy here
\nCause here is where the heart is
\nI know you think that too
\nInto another
\nYou and me
\nAm I dead
\nSleep in Harlow’s bed
\nListening to our tune
\nWith headphone and volume on
\nI can read your lips
\nAnd in a clinical term
\n\u00ab\u00a0I hear,\u00a0\u00bb it said
\n\u00ab\u00a0Everything is beautiful, but nothing hurt\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n
(from For Tomorrow)<\/p>\n
I’m alive
\nI can breathe the air
\nI can hurt you
\nI can float up here
\nSo soft and tingling
\nYou can’t touch me
\nI’m floating away
\nI woke up
\nAnd went down next door
\nI’m getting up with nothing on my mind
\nI went down the stairs
\nWith a pain in my head
\nI should have never got out of bed
\nThen everything shattered
\nJust at the point that it mattered (x2)
\nAha
\nI’m alive I can breathe the air
\nI can hurt you
\nI can fall down there
\nRight into your mind
\nDon’t put it around
\nYou can’t catch me
\nAnd carried away
\nI woke up, woke up every day
\nThere is noting, nothing to say
\nHalfway down the stairs
\nI feel a pain in my chest
\nI should have never got out of bed
\nThen everything shattered
\nJust at the point that it mattered (x2)
\nAha
\nI’m alive, I can breathe the air
\nI can hurt you
\nHalfway down the stairs
\nI get a pain in my chest
\nI should never got out of bed
\nI should never ever ever
\nI should never.<\/p>\n
(from For Tomorrow)<\/p>\n
Chemical Eats
\nBest part of the peach
\nYou’re always the way you are
\nWhat of that going to close you in
\nYou got a gaping hole in your head
\nI’d let the birds nest there instead
\nAha aha aha aha
\nA gun in your pocket
\nAnd hair in a locket
\nAround your neck
\nFrom the girl you once loved
\nwhere is she now, you’ve gone crazy
\nYou’ve got a gaping hole in your head
\nI’d let the birds nest there instead
\nAha aha aha aha
\nYou’ve got a gaping hole in your head
\nI’d let the birds nest there instead (x4)
\nAha aha aha aha<\/p>\n
(from For tomorrow)<\/p>\n
When you see in see you dancing
\nOwn reflection was never bent
\nBe a man can shake you bone bag
\nOne day up is another down
\nI don’t want to hurt, no not ever
\nNo not ever
\nThis is my street, I stay here and sleep
\nYou’re outside on sunny days
\nNicotine flow stops a pain grow
\nStay a while so nearly there
\nI don’t want to hurt you, no not ever
\nNo not ever
\nThis is my street I stay here and sleep
\nYou’re outside on sunny days
\nBe a man can shake you bone bag
\nOne day up is another day<\/p>\n
When The Cows Come Home
\n(from For Tomorrow)<\/p>\n
Wake up
\nWake up with purpose and polite efficiency
\nStuff vitamin pills down your health guarantee
\nA kiss and cuddle with a lucky girl
\nYou get fed and watered
\nMakes your hair curl
\nAnd when the day draws in
\nYou put on a record
\nPut on something gentle
\nAnd wait for the cows to come home
\nWake up a little voice says
\nTo you eagerly
\nYou mustn’t let yourself sink financially
\nDon’t listen to the accusation that you’re tight
\nYou could be the first man on your street to get it right
\nAnd when the day draws in
\nYou going to go into waltz time
\nFor once it was a good time
\nWait for the cows to come home
\nAll your life
\nHa da de da da
\nHa da de da da
\nHa da da de da
\nHa da de da da da
\nWake up with purpose and polite efficiency
\nSo you get fed and watered with good company
\nAnd when the day draws in
\nYou go into waltz time
\nFor once it’s a good time
\nWait for the cows to come home
\nAll your life<\/p>\n
(from For Tomorrow)<\/p>\n
When you see in see you dancing
\nOwn reflection was never bent
\nBe a man can shake you bone bag
\nOne day up is another down
\nI don’t want to hurt, no not ever
\nNo not ever
\nThis is my street, I stay here and sleep
\nYou’re outside on sunny days
\nNicotine flow stops a pain grow
\nStay a while so nearly there
\nI don’t want to hurt you, no not ever
\nNo not ever
\nThis is my street I stay here and sleep
\nYou’re outside on sunny days
\nBe a man can shake you bone bag
\nOne day up is another day<\/p>\n
(from Chemical World)<\/p>\n
Friday’s child is planning to go out for the first time
\nSays
\nDon’t worry Mum
\nI won’t be out that late
\nDone me playing those passive games right now
\nThey’re out of date
\nYou’re awfully sweet
\nHaven’t got the time
\nGrowing up so fast
\nGot better things to do
\nYou can get what you want
\nSo young and lovely
\nKicking around in the centre of the town
\nLooking in shop windows
\nThose mannequins
\nLook far too real at night
\nFriday’s child doesn’t know if it’s awake
\nOr if it’s dreaming
\nSays
\nDon’t worry Dad
\nI’ll do my bit
\nI’ll raise the flag
\nI’ll be just like you
\nYou can get what you want
\nSo young and lovely
\nDon’t worry Mum
\nI’m not that dumb
\nI’ll be just like you
\nOh, no, why
\nWhy d’you do it ?<\/p>\n
(from Chemical World)<\/p>\n
Looking out for number one
\nThe conversation in the dayroom’s gone
\nIt’s a brutal thought but you thought it
\nAnd in the future it’ll be the same
\nWaltzing on an autobahnThere is cause for alarm
\nIt’s a neurotic thought but you thought it
\nAnd in the future it’ll be the same<\/p>\n
(from Chemical World)<\/p>\n
Wake up Maggie
\nI think I’ve got something to say to you
\nIt’s late September
\nAnd I really should be back at school
\nI know I keep you amused
\nBut I feel I’m being used
\nO Maggie I couldn’t have tried any more
\nyou led me away from home
\nJust to save you from being alone
\nYou stole my heart
\nThat’s what really hurts
\nAll I needed was a friend of lend a guiding hand
\nYou turned into my lover
\nAnd mother what a lover you wore me out
\nAl you do is wreck my bed
\nAnd in the morning kick me in the head
\nO Maggie I couldn’t have tried anymore
\nYou led me away form home
\nJust to save you from being alone
\nYou stole my heart
\nI couldn’t leave you if I tried
\nI suppose I could collect my books and go back to school
\nOr steal my daddy’s cue
\nAnd make a living out of playing pool
\nI’ll find myself a rock n roll band
\nThat needs a helping hand
\nMaggie I wish I’d never
\nSeen your face
\nYou made a first class fool out of me
\nBut I was blind as a fool can be
\nYou stole my heart
\nBut I love you anyway<\/p>\n
(from Chemical World)<\/p>\n
I would talk on request
\nI’m never getting drepressed
\nFor a letter request
\nThe public gets what’s best
\nGene is dead
\nMore or less
\nIt’s never clever oh oh
\nIt’s never nothing oh oh
\nIt’s never clever oh oh
\nI’m not like you
\nI’m doing nothing to prove
\nYou’re doing nothing to prove
\nIt’s double fit, double quick<\/p>\n
(from Sunday Sunday)<\/p>\n
I pump poison
\nInto my body
\nTo forget
\nThat I am me
\nIt feels good
\nWonderful
\nI forget I have feelings at all
\nYou’re dizzy
\nI floated up
\nFifteen miles high
\nStuck my head through
\nAll the holes in our sky
\nI looked out across the universe
\nAnd thought of you
\nYou’re dizzy
\nAnd I am dizzy too
\nI became lunatic
\nWith rolling eyes
\nSquirming on the ground
\nFrozen in ice
\nCalled to my mother
\nSaid \u00ab\u00a0Mother, please
\nFeed me before the sky
\nFalls in on me\u00a0\u00bb
\nYou’re dizzy<\/p>\n
(from Sunday Sunday)<\/p>\n
Oh you are very strange
\nSometimes I think you’ve gone insane
\nTwisted hearts you’ve gone insane
\nIn this giddy world
\nCouldn’t you begin to go
\nWhere odd lines we hardly know
\nCouldn’t you put in a goal
\nJust for me
\nDid I say I want to know
\nTalking about a goal
\nWould you please leave me alone
\nCan’t you see I want to be on my own
\nOh I would like to give you your head
\nJust to see if you are dead
\nOh I’d like to get into that pretty head
\nAnd it would amuse me to see
\nHow you feel about me
\nHow you feel about always getting fried
\nDid I say I wan to know
\nWe’re talking about a goal
\nWould you please leave me alone
\nCan’t you see I want to be on my own
\nCan’t you see I want to be on my own
\nDid I say I wan to know
\nWe’re talking about a goal
\nWould you please leave me alone
\nCan’t you see I want to be on my own
\nCan’t you see I want to be on my own
\nOh I’m going to fry
\nOh I’m going to fry
\nOh I’m going to fry<\/p>\n
(from Sunday Sunday)<\/p>\n
ur head
\nId let the birds nest there instead
\nAha aha aha aha
\nA gun in your pocket
\nAnd hair in a locket
\nAround your neck
\nFrom the girl you once loved
\nwhere is she now, you’ve gone crazy
\nYou’ve got a gaping hole in your head
\nI’d let the birds nest there instead
\nAha aha aha aha
\nYou’ve got a gaping hole in your head
\nI’d let the birds nest there instead (x4)
\nAha aha aha aha<\/p>\n
(from Sunday Sunday)<\/p>\n
There is a flower within my heart
\nDaisy, Daisy
\nPlanted one day by a glancing Dad
\nWhether she loves me or loves me not
\nSometimes it’s hard to tell
\nYet I am longing to share the lot
\nA beautiful daisy bell
\nDaisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
\nI’m half crazy hopeful in love with you
\nIt won’t be a stylish marriage
\nI can’t afford the carriage
\nBut you look sweet upon the street
\nOn a bicycle built for two
\nWe will go tandem as man and wife
\nDaisy, Daisy
\nPeddling our way down the road of life
\nI and my daisy bell
\nWhen the roads and we both dispise
\nPlease men the lambs as well
\nThere are bright lights in those dasling ice
\nA beautiful daisy bell
\nDaisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
\nI’m half crazy, Hopeful in love with you
\nIt won’t be a stylish marriage
\nI can’t afford the carriage
\nBut you look sweet upon the street
\nOn a bicycle built for two
\nI’ll stand by you in wear or well daisy, Daisy
\nYou’ll be the bell we’ll try to rip you know
\nYou’ll be the bell we all try to rip you know
\nSweet little daisy bell, You’ll take the lead in each trip we take
\nAnd if I dropped out, I will say here’s the drink by beautiful daisy bell
\nDaisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
\nI’m half crazy, Hopeful in love with you
\nIt won’t be a stylish marriage
\nI can’t afford the carriage
\nBut you look sweet upon the street
\nOn a bicycle built for two
\nOh daisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
\nI’m half crazy, Hopeful in love with you
\nIt won’t be a stylish marriage
\nI can’t afford the carriage
\nBut you look sweet upon the street
\nOn a bicycle built for two (x3)
\nFor two (x4)<\/p>\n
(from Girls & Boys)<\/p>\n
I was angry with my friend
\nI told my wrath, my wrath did end
\nI was angry with my foe
\nI told it not, my wrath did grow
\nAnd I watered it in fears
\nNight and morning with my tears
\nAnd I sunnd it with smile
\nAnd with soft deceitful wiles
\nAnd it grew both day and night
\nTill it bore an apple bright
\nAnd my foe beheld it shine
\nAnd he knew that it was mine
\nAnd into my garden stole
\nWhen the night had veiled the pole
\nIn the morning, glad, I see
\nMy foe outstretched beneath the tree
\nAnd sometimes I
\nSee magpie<\/p>\n
(from Girls & Boys)<\/p>\n
Honi soit qui mal pense, wo kann affen etwa sonst
\nDos cervesos, por favor, zu heisen, yes doch
\nHa ha, sir, et paradis, jacqueteure, au secours, mon taille
\nEurope is a OK, hola del puerto
\nBa ba ba ba (x3)
\nPeople in Europe
\nCiao ciao bella, Monaco, bon voyage in Sverige
\nKom nu med, vi far dricka manana
\nHoni soit qui mal y pense, wo kann etwa sonst
\nDos calvesos, por favor, svenskar in James Baum<\/p>\n
(from Girls & Boys)<\/p>\n
Hello Peter Panic
\nYou’ve landed on our planet
\nWhat a strange thing you are
\nWith little pissy eyes
\nYou got in the television
\nTurned us all old and wisened
\nThen disappeared
\nTo a distant star
\nAnd we remember you as
\nPeter Panic
\nWho lives forever
\nPeter Panic
\nAs light as a feather
\nAnd he says it’s ok
\nWhen you blow him away
\nHe’ll be back for you some other day
\nWhen you’re running out of sugar
\nHe left his secret with the chemist
\nWho made it taste very pleasant
\nNow everyone
\nHas gone to his star
\nHappy to be with…<\/p>\n
(from To The End)<\/p>\n
The time has come
\nNot to be cautious
\nHe must be careful not to make mistakes
\nFor every half hour
\nIn twenty-four
\nAnd operations rose
\nFaster than they did yesterday
\nAnd the lending rates on your side
\nSo there won’t be
\nMuch of a problem
\nThen past midnight
\nThere is a rise
\nWhen everybody’s asleep at home
\nHe becomes nervous
\nAnd sees a change
\nToday Futures
\nWatch the markets from the street
\nIn a pocket in a grey flannel suit
\nRead tomorrow’s crash today
\nAnd check your pulse
\nBase metals crawled onto the kerb
\nAnd softs dropped in a summer turn
\nAnd sugar melted in the mouth
\nOf a rude girl
\nWho knew a better option
\nShe thinks for a while
\nAnd it could be
\nA long time before he thinks again
\nAnd then he looks at the papers
\nAnd looks again
\nToday Futures<\/p>\n
(from To The End)<\/p>\n
Look at Him, Grumpy old man
\nYou sour old bed pan
\nHe’s gone dropped his fag He’s got a fly between his ears
\nit catches life
\nAnd buzzes in my head
\nIt’s a long time isn’t it
\nfumes of life
\nWho put that bleeding goose in here?
\nGot yer!<\/p>\n
Theme From An Imaginary Film
\n(from ParkLife)<\/p>\n
What if I told you I love you
\nWhat if I called you with rhyme
\nIn this world there’s nothing that’s left
\nWell nothing that’s new
\nWhat if I told you without you
\nLoving is limply a lie
\nAlthough she moves into the night
\nO tell me your mine
\nPlease say it’s true
\nO shame is over
\nI was the light and the days of them all
\nWell push me over
\nI’m flat on my back and having a ball
\nAnd just look who’s laughing
\nWhat if I flew like a dove dear
\nWhat if I would you in rhythm
\nThere’s nothing left
\nNothing that’s good left for me now
\nO I’ll just go and sleep with strangers
\nI’ll live like a lord in a tower
\n‘Cos in the city there’s too much air
\nThat I can’t dream at night
\nWell not anymore
\nO shame it’s over
\nIt\u2019s been such fun and we had a ball
\nWell push me over
\nBut I’ll be the last of people to fall
\nWell just look who’s laughing
\nO shame it’s over
\nHow like a cow bloated on grass
\nWell push me over
\nMe on my back and you on your arse
\nSuch a shame it’s all over
\nThere are so few days left to grasp
\nSo push me over
\nWe on our back and you on your lazy arse
\nWell just look whose laughing<\/p>\n
(from End Of A Century)<\/p>\n
Alright (Ready)
\nAlex :
\nRollin’ ? Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ ?
\nGraham :
\nYeah, are we ?
\nRollin’, rollin’ … Howdy boys.
\nAlright, ya’ll, let’s sit real comfy, with your real comfy 10-gallons on
\nthe back of your head.
\nJust relax. Ok, (It’s good to be here) here we go, boys…
\nI’m a trucking redneck and I just refuse to die. (He won’t die)
\nI was built big and strong on the state’s best apple pie.
\nI’m better than those limey pinheads in Europe, 12-gauge at their backs,
\nhell, won’t stop their moping.
\nI’m a trucking red stop, and I just refuse to die.
\nAlex :
\nGraham, you will never die.
\nThat’s what I call chemistry.
\nGraham :
\nYou’re American, you ain’t ever gonna die.
\nYou play billiards, you write that down.
\nYou ain’t never gonna die.
\nGood lord above will take care of that.
\nI get free coffee fill-ups at my favorite Denny’s place.
\nFind a couple of teabags and kick them in the face.
\nSure is damn good thumpage in that waitress’ ass.
\nWhen I go on tour, I’m gonna get me a pass.
\nHell, don’t want no fucking limey, getting on my god damn case, Woo !
\nAlex :
\nThat’s in the east wood, you go to the wood and go east, it’s in the
\neast wood.
\nGraham :
\nGo west, brother.
\nWe sure showed them in Jim sum.
\nAny of, uh, my, the boys here want to say a few words to the audience at home ?
\nAlex :
\nWell, you’ve grown up and I obviously haven’t.
\nDamon :
\nSo funny…
\nGraham :
\nWoo !
\nI hope you go on happy with your Miller’s Coors Lite.
\nAlex :
\nI’ve got every Beatles record.<\/p>\n
(from Country House)<\/p>\n
Here we go (here we go)
\nHere we go again
\nDirty knickers pop music vodka and gin
\nYour knees are sore you must have beenin the wars
\nThere’s something to celebrate in our lives and
\nHere’s where it begins
\nOh, well see how we’ve grown
\nOne gets born every minute
\nYou’re never, never alone
\nOne gets born every minute of the day
\nDosey clocks to cause the volitile tots to
\nSleep together if or never we’re on this then
\nOh here we go (here we go)
\nHere we go again
\nDirty knickers pop music
\nVodka beer and gin
\nOh, well see how we’ve grown
\nOne gets born every minute
\nYou’re never, never alone
\nOne gets born every minute of the day<\/p>\n
(from The Universal)<\/p>\n
For coughs and colds and scabby holes
\nItchy pimples
\nUnseemly moles
\nFor funny turns and chinese burns
\nFor aching heads we’re not concerned
\nFor staying lively getting it nightly
\nThis we garantee
\nThat’s ultranol here’s the new remedy
\nBefore you go to bed take 2 or 3
\nWhen you wake up you’ll feel better
\nFor aches and pains and jellied brains
\nHelp you sleep and smile again
\nThey’re aimless, blameless, nameless
\nYou get much more although you pay less
\nRevitalise that sexual drive
\nIn fact be born again
\nYes, ultranol will put you on the map
\nTake 4 or 5 then have a little nap
\nWhen you wake up you’ll feel better
\nFor coughs and colds and you scabby holes
\nKeep you young although you are feeling old
\nIf you’re not protected you’re gonna get it
\nSo suck them and see you won’t regret it
\nSuck them and see.<\/p>\n
(from The Universal)<\/p>\n
Gary Golf stops all the clocks
\nWith night nurse slippers and socks
\nHe tries to keep his thoughts clean
\nBy washing with Listerine
\nA little peck on the cheek
\nIn dazzed pyjamas and sheets
\nKeep the light on I’m not tired
\nI want to read my Dick Francis
\nDirty fraulines and nasty nazis
\nLa la la la, la la la la, there are no monsters in me
\nLa la la la, la la la la, there are no monsters in me
\nCar alarms letting off steam
\nGary hears them in his dreams
\nPanic outside is seeping in
\nJust easy listening to him
\nTurns in his sleep and smiles to himself
\nThere are no monsters in me
\nCause Gary’s out on the green
\nNo growing pains for him
\nCause Gary Golf ball eyes is not in<\/p>\n
(from Stereotypes)<\/p>\n
All good people
\nYour time will come
\nWork forever
\nAnd still not be done
\nClose your tired eyes
\nNo one knows you’ve gone
\nIt’s not forever
\nBut today you’ve become
\nThe man who left himself
\nDon’t belong here
\nYour heart beats too fast
\nFeel the mis-beat
\nIt starts and it stops
\nDon’t be frightened
\nThese things never last
\nMaybe tomorrow
\nYour time will have past
\nIt’s the man who left himself
\nThe man who left himself
\n(Love anyone…)<\/p>\n
(from Stereotypes)<\/p>\n
Disguise this morning
\nAirplane passes
\nAt the slight angle
\nSecond one follows
\nReaching no evidence
\nContinues to baffle her
\nBut she’s not stupid
\nShe’s just friendly
\nI don’t know what to do
\nToday is up to you
\nCan I pass through you?
\nTame, Tame, Tame, Tame
\nTame, Tame, Tame, Tame
\nTame, Tame, Tame, Tame
\nTame, Tame, Tame, Tame
\nApplause in background
\nTheir coffee mornings
\nThey show Bonanzas and
\nWhat to buy there
\nSo taste of horrors in
\nOh well city’s hot
\nYou fall to pieces when
\nI must be dreaming
\nI don’t know what to do
\nToday is up to you
\nCan I pass through you?
\nAnd I don’t know what to do
\nMy absence is due
\nCan I pass, can I?<\/p>\n
(from Charmless Man)<\/p>\n
When he speaks to her
\nWithout looking at her
\nYou sing the driest of words
\nWith his mind on
\nWhat’s on the telly
\nHe rummors a song
\nAs he staggers through the air
\nKnowing he won’t get home
\nTo the world of people and cars alone<\/p>\n
(from Beetlebum)<\/p>\n
Put a new shirt on, wash my face in beer
\nFall through the crowd, and disappear
\nIn the teenage magazines, and shopping malls
\nWalk through the wildlife for miles, and miles
\nHold my breath and count a hundred and ten
\nAnd back up the hill to start again
\nWatching spiders on the bedroom ceiling
\nThey got big plans, so they’re not breathing
\nFeel the frisson of tomorrow today
\nI could get up but it won’t go away
\nDo nothing to impress my friends
\nJust rub my eyes for hours on end
\nOh England, my love, you lost me, made me look a fool
\nI need someone to tell me
\nEverything’ll be alright
\nI need someone who’ll hold me
\nWhen the day turns to night
\nI need someone who loves me
\nMore than you do
\nOh we say that’s not true
\nAnd you and me in line as double bill
\nSurrogate heroes on TV and films
\nI’ve never met anyone like you
\nI’ve never done the things you like to do
\nOn the way to heaven in a comedy car
\nThe new stars of melancholia
\nThere’s nothing to get angry about
\nWe’re too hung over to be bad shout ? ? ?
\nOh England, my love, you’ve tattooed your past all over me
\nI need someone to tell me
\nEverything’ll be alright
\nI need someone who’ll hold me
\nWhen the day turns to night
\nI need someone who loves me
\nMore than you do
\nOh we say that’s not true
\nAnd you and me in line as double bill
\nSurrogate heroes and welcome you will
\nI’ve got a feeling that nobody’s sold
\nI’ve got a feeling that I should let myself go, go, go
\nAnd days will be like this
\nAll your life
\nAnd days will be like this
\nAll your life
\nAnd people will always miss
\nAll your life
\nAnd people will always miss
\nAll your life
\nAnd days will be like this x3<\/p>\n
(from Beetlebum)<\/p>\n
Disingenious and tame
\nEverybody makes mistakes, sometimes
\nWoodpigeon in strip light
\nDoes it every night
\nIt’s a feeling that’s around
\nIt’s a feeling that’s around
\nWoodpigeon in strip lightDoes it every night<\/p>\n
(from Beetlebum)<\/p>\n
There are ghosts in hereAn easy laze
\nThey dance all night
\nWith a vacant gaze
\nThey stand in rows
\nAnd buy alcohol
\nWe’re having fun at the dancehall
\nI’ve got my pills and I’ve got my toys
\nPin-up girls and pin-up boys
\nMy lips are frozen to another can
\nI could kill him, but I just kiss his hand<\/p>\n
Bustin\u2019 + Dronin\u2019
\n(from Song 2)<\/p>\n
Coming from your eyes
\nNo more selfish lies
\nIt’s an awful week
\nMarry me in jeans
\nThere’s nothing on the wall
\nIn the bitter hall
\nThe neon lights are on
\nThat’s where my bitter gone
\nMan alive
\nAdrenalin is weak
\nShifting as we speak
\nAnd the beers flow down
\nRitual underground
\nAnd it seems to change
\nWeather, it a game
\nThe neon lights are on
\nStellar we\u2019ll take off<\/p>\n
(from Song 2)<\/p>\n
I got the licence
\nI got dirty knees
\nI’ve been swinging in trees
\nA paid up member
\nI’ve been eating fleas
\nRunning naked in the breeze
\nCatatonia itch
\nCatalonia stitch
\nOh, I’ve been running for miles
\nI start to tingle from my head to my toes
\nOh, tomorrow it’s a taint on the nose
\nhetty hetty hetty hetty oh it’s a taint on the nose
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeahGet out of cities,
\nreturn to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees
\nShe’s in a sort ofA capital freeze
\nCos the petrol’s done a whole lot for me ? ? ?
\nCatatonia itch
\nCatalonia stitch
\nPray tomorrow is it-chy itchy itch
\nGo to yourself on your map
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, and return to the trees
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah
\nGet out of cities, and return to the trees<\/p>\n
(from Song 2)<\/p>\n
Now I fall to the groundI can’t get up, well never mind
\nI know you’ll pull me up by my bones
\nAnd say I’m sand to polished stone
\nToday’s gone and it won’t be longBefore we fall asleep and forget what
\nwe’ve done
\nWe won’t get up cos today is fun
\nWe’re alone
\nNow you bite my tongueAnd when the alcohol’s gone
\nI won’t feel a thing
\nSo you can’t carry on
\nToday is gone and it won’t be long
\nBefore we fall asleep and forget what we’ve done
\nWe won’t get up cos today is funWe’re alone
\nIt’s numb
\nIt’s numb
\nIt’s numb<\/p>\n
(from M.O.R.)<\/p>\n
I want to contribute to natural selection
\nFind myself a razor
\nWatch Swallows In A Heatwave
\nmeet the rebel leaders
\nThey’re coming cause they need us
\nOoohooooohoooooo
\nOoohooooohoooooo
\nI don’t have a history.
\nFor religion
\nGoing out to get one
\nGet into my Volvo
\nDrive into the Mountains
\nWatch Swallows in a heatwave
\nOoohoooooohooooo<\/p>\n
(from Beetlebum)<\/p>\n
Put a new shirt on, wash my face in beer
\nFall through the crowd, and disappear
\nIn the teenage magazines, and shopping malls
\nWalk through the wildlife for miles, and miles
\nHold my breath and count a hundred and ten
\nAnd back up the hill to start again<\/p>\n
Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling
\nThey got big plans, so they’re not breathing
\nFeel the frisson of tomorrow today
\nI could get up but it won’t go away
\nDo nothing to impress my friends
\nJust rub my eyes for hours on end
\nOh England, my love, you lost me, made me look a fool<\/p>\n
REFRAIN :
\nI need someone to tell me
\nEverything’ll be alright
\nI need someone who’ll hold me
\nWhen the day turns to night
\nI need someone who loves me
\nMore than you do
\nOh we say that’s not true
\nAnd you and me in line as double bill<\/p>\n
Surrogate heroes on TV and films<\/p>\n
I’ve never met anyone like you
\nI’ve never done the things you like to do
\nOn the way to heaven in a comedy car
\nThe new stars of melancholia
\nThere’s nothing to get angry about
\nWe’re too hung over to be bad and shout
\nOh England, my love, you’ve tattooed your past all over me<\/p>\n
REFRAIN<\/p>\n
Surrogate heroes and welcome you will
\nI’ve got a feeling that nobody’s sold
\nI’ve got a feeling that I should let myself go, go, go<\/p>\n
And days will be like this
\nAll your life (x2)<\/p>\n
And people will always miss
\nAll your life (x2)<\/p>\n
And all your days will be like this<\/p>\n
(from Music Is My Radar)<\/p>\n
Put away my black book
\nPut it on the fire
\nGetting out the side door
\nYou are my one desire
\nBaby when you hold me
\nI feel see you’re everything
\nBaby when you touch me
\nI need nothing no more
\nPut away my black book
\nPut in on the fire<\/p>\n
Don’t give up on me Lord
\nTake my spirit higher
\nNothing can behold me
\nDon’t put me on the fire
\nBaby when you hold me
\nI will see no fear
\nBaby when you touch me
\nYou see it in my eyes
\nPut away my black book
\nPut it on the fire<\/p>\n
I’ve made up my mind
\nI got nothing to hide
\nI’ve made up my mind
\nI got nothing to hide<\/p>\n
Give me my soul<\/p>\n
(from Think Tank)<\/p>\n
I got something on my ego
\nThe plastic surgery will melt
\nIts like getting kinda me so
\nIt comes over when you come<\/p>\n
I need to call it out my system
\nI find the good and kick it out
\nWhen the wind blows the stars don\u2019t shine
\nI find the good and kick it out<\/p>\n
I got day day day day day day day today
\nThe error takes some parts so stay away
\nI find myself alone
\nJust staring down the phone
\nI got day day day day day day day today<\/p>\n
I see shadows in the night grow
\nI see dancing disease
\nI don\u2019t fear very easily
\nI gotta get some light relief<\/p>\n
I got day day day day day day day today
\nThe error takes some parts so stay away
\nI find myself alone
\nJust staring down the phone
\nI got day day day day day day day today<\/p>\n
Alone, alone, alone, alone…<\/p>\n
I got day day day day day day day today
\nThe error takes some parts so stay away
\nI find myself alone
\nJust staring down the phone
\nI got day day day day day day day today<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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