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| Genre | Pop |
|---|---|
| Label | edel records |
| Land |  |
Lyrics van Chumbawamba
A Fairy Tale (real No-shit)
Chapt. two - guess who? manfred the great
The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. everyone was silent. 'minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. play me some music,' he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down
I believed it, didn't we all
A man, a hero, walks on to the scene
Unquestionably good at everything
First he does battle with various creatures
Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters
Having made dragons extinct forever
He murders a couple of the castle guards
He enters the castle quite unnoticed
And tells the girl he'll be back for her
'and so i shall make her mine forever'
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner
Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy
Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished
And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through
The blade crashes down on the block where his head was
With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards
A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts
A race against time to rescue the princess
To get past the baddy to get out of the castle
Out of the window where the horses are waiting
The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames
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A Lament To The Best
Oh, where are you now george?
Now that wingers have been laid to rest
And shirts have adverts across their breast
And it's all about who's the richest
Where are you now george?
With those boots that laced up the side
And that irish shirt that you wore with pride
And that picture of you with mike summerbee and bride
Oh, where are you now george?
I dreamed of you dribbling past city's back four
And leaving joe corrigan fumbling on the floor
And the stretford end singing "more! bestie! more!"
Where are you now george?
In a boutique down carnaby street?
Or gambling on the horses at an aintree meet?
Oh where oh where are those magic feet?
I know where you've been
On granada every week
I want you to come back to me
And have you seen george oghani
And charlie george?
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A Morality Play
Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon...
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ho hum, it serves him right.
Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincts, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis.
Thanks a lot
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A Regular Guy
Savior of the Empire
Come to save our national game
Against all odds, and umpire
Once a simple cricketer
now champion of bravado
He's the darling of the tabloids
'Cause he's got a trendy hairdo
The game was having trouble
Filling advertising space
So our hero padded up
Media face, medium pace
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Act With Mother
M spells man, k spells kind, could somebody tell me is man kind?
Manking is saying, gotta say goodbye now, gotto say goodbye to mother earth
I mean, how could i ever say that to her?
She's my mother, and i love her, there's no other, mother earth, mother earth
I used to watch, watch with mother, i grew up with her
Now i'm grown up, i stand on my own two feet, but that's no reason to forget her
By acting with mother not against her
First second and third worlds can help each other
By sharing the load, we can bear the burden
By working together we can replant the garden
Mother nature can be a right bastard at times, but i reckon she's a whole lot cleverer than mankind. he might have more experience, especially in apathy. well ask him or ask yourself, 'war, poverty, death, rape, and violence on our streets?' and he'll look at you blankly and say, 'mindless'. man made catastrophe and it's happening now, today, so we're right up shit creek without a paddle, without a boat even. question, what are full of holes yet hold much water? answer, people. people need each other, not money, not packaged shit, we need each other.
How to be nice to each other?
How to talk to each other?
How to live together again?
I reckon, peace means learning to live together again
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Adversity
Thirty years of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit after hit
Smiles, lies, sales, walls
That's thirty years of rock and roll
They changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious with a company deal
Business thrives where honesty fails
Contracts? con tricks!
Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts
One eye on the bank account, one on the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!
A bit more product to keep us quiet!
Shhh
Product sells, people die
Same revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
'who makes the money when the puppets sing?'
Ask the corporations
'where does the money go?'
Ask the empty-bellied children
'tell me what are we singing for?'
Until we pull down the walls
It'll stay the same
Until we find something new
Make it change
I know there most be more
So what are we singing for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...
If our music makes you happy or content
It has failed
If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire
It has failed
The music's not a threat
Action the music inspires can be a threat!
I know there must be more...
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After Shelley
Anybody can use an atom bomb
Anybody can pick up a big whip, and whip you
Anybody can stick a knife into you
Anybody can pull a trigger
But where's the man with the character
As can take a punch on the nose and keep his temper
Keep control of himself?
[Incomprehensible]
The seed you sow, another reaps
The wealth you find, another keeps
The clothes you weave, another wears
The arms you forge, another bears
[Incomprehensible]
The songs you write, another sings
The heart you lose, another wins
The food you bake, another eats
Poison-laced and oh, so sweet
[Incomprehensible]
Rock and roll, check your pulse
Art or death, true or false
Can't stay young, can't grow old
Overpriced, undersold
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Ah-men
A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell
When the daughters of perfect wives
Said there must be more sacrifice
Needed more than symbolic change
More than silent wasting away
In factories and sterile marriages
He was god, she was powerless
With a brick for every year of life
She set out for the house of lies
The old boys' club under siege
His lordship cowered under his seat
Called for brandy and reinforcements
Blasted away at every movement
Close to breaking down the door
Past thick blue line and stupid laws
Black friday left her bruised and stubborn
One brick from winning the struggle
Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower
Asquith quickly rose to the hour
Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles
Gave nothing, called it compromise
Gauging the situation perfectly
Said ladies, ladies, listen to me
Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war
Pick up a flag, drop your cause
Your targets are counter-revolutionary
Take my hand in democracy
Here's a piece of paper
You're officially free
Here's a list of instructions
For you to obey
And here's sharp knife
To cut your own throat
Small sacrifice in return for a vote
Whispered word in pankhurst's ear
Visions of the first woman peer
Led women down the garden path
And into the arms of the enemy
Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom
Sold her songs for the national anthem
Slotted the smile back neatly into place
Served refreshments
At the end of the race
All demands reduced to a joke
X marks the plague, abandon hope
Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich
Excuse me pass me the privilege
A woman's voice, the state's idea
Same vested interests, same dirty deals
Currie and williams immersed in the times
Examples to keep the rest in line
Currie and williams two of a kind
Examples to keep the rest in line
Absolute power
Absolute power
Ladies, ladies, listen to me
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All in Vain
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
Different colors, different faces
Different schools in different places
Scour the morning papers, all in vain
Evening after, who remembers?
Say your prayers for the great pretenders
I see nothing but flowers, all in vain
I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
I wish, I wish
But it's all in vain
But it's all in vain
All the gravestone elegies
'I never met you' memories
And every TV picture, all in vain
All your questions, deep as skin
Separate worlds to put them in
Another 'might have been', all in vain
I wish
(Colorblind as tse-tse flies)
I wish
(Sucking all our difference dry)
I wish
(And as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
I wish
(And as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
(All in vain)
I wish
(And as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
(All in vain)
I wish
(And as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
(All in vain)
I wish
(And as we sleep they multiply)
I wish
(Multiply)
I wish
(I wish)
Multiply
(I wish)
(I wish)
Multiply
(I wish)
Multiply
(I wish)
Multiply
(I wish)
Multiply
(I wish)
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All Mixed Up
With a template in one hand, scissors in the other
'What lump of clay is this?' Said the king maker to me
Dull, gray matter, perfect for his alchemy
The future flesh and blood on the bones of the big lie
A no-wit who's face fits and never wonders why
I met my Mephistophelles, the papers sealed in blood
Like I got a transfer deal the lad done good
(Chorus)
Good King Danbert at the helm
His face on every coin of the realm
And every time we sing, it's three cheers for the king
Hey, hey, hey
Sirhan, Sirhan, where have you gone?
All mixed up
We take a fool for a king
All mixed up
Mistake a fool for a king
(Repeat)
The washing powder advert
That everybody hates
But all the research shows that's how brand names are made
Squeaky clean, no skeletons
In other words I've never lived
Makes me highly-qualified
To decide what gives
Rough-shod, riding rail-road
Over all the awkward questions
Queen Victoria of Grantham
To give me her blessing
It's written all over me
I'm touched by the hand
I am the something very rotten
In the state of little England
(Repeat chorus)
All mixed up
(Repeat)
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All The King's Men
The people built the glorious vision in his name
Great Britain they called it, a land for heroes
A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of Eden
The garden of Eden, levelled to the ground
And concreted over, re-built from scratch
With I.C.I. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is cracked and it's showing through
The plastic backed cello-taped superglue
The paper money and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide
That all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never stick our world together again
With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money they exchange for our lives
Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the same time now
Mankind to the rescue, I ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth
Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full
So please listen, dear peoplekind
See the reason that minkind won't save the earth
Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while
It's up to us
It's up to us
It's up to us, each and every one of us
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All The King's Men
And so in the tradition of manfred the great
The people built the glorious vision in his name
Great britain they called it, a land for heroes
A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of eden
The garden of eden, levelled to the ground
And concreted over, re-built from scratch
With i.c.i. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is cracked and it's showing through
The plastic backed cello-taped superglue
The paper money and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide
That all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never stick our world together again
With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money they exchange for our lives
Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the same time now
Mankind to the rescue, i ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth
Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full
So please listen, dear peoplekind
See the reason that minkind won't save the earth
Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while
It's up to us
It's up to us
It's up to us, each and every one of us
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All's Well At Oakwell
From Old Trafford to Anfield Road
It's the same old story if you're disabled
Just token gestures, no real facilities
All those clubs so famous and rich
Stick the disabled by the side of the pitch
Exposed to snow and wind and rain
With a limited view of the game
But down at Oakwell things are different
You don't have to stay at home if you're disabled
There's a special stand, with a decent view
What big clubs don't consider--Barnsley do!
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Always Tell The Voter What The Voter Wants To Hear
Welcome to never mind the ballots. the phone lines are now open. if you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three two seven seven nine six four three
You want jobs? i've got jobs!
Hospitals? top of my list!
Tax cuts and platform shoes
For every small businessman
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote
Schools, prisons? of course we'll build them!
Condoms for the american gis!
Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits
Police oppression? you can have it, sir!
Just give me your vote
Put your cross in the box
Hello, we've got our first caller. you're name's martin. hello martin. you listened to our stated policy. well martin to tell you the truth i couldn't agree with you more. it's outrageous, disgusting. but unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say. you can bank on us martin.
Good evening, shirley. i'm so glad that you've rung. the matter is as dear to me as it is to you. give me four years and i'll get right down to it. because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep.
You still there, martin? good, just one more thing. give us your vote
You want houses? see me afterwards
Want my autograph? see my bodyguard
Pre-election budget handouts
You want a war? no problem!
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote
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Always The Winner
you're always the center, baby
But don't ever get lonely at night
When the crowds have gone away.
It's always your show girl, the lady,
Always the lady, you're foolin' yourself, you know, gone crazy
There was a time when you cared for their hearts
And the need to show them love was tearing you apart.
But you're changing you know
Become the star of the show
Now you've got nothing to give
Where is the truth you once lived?
You're just lonely
Don't you feel lonely?
Turn out the spotlight, I'm tired. not my will, but
Thine Lord, I'm crying. Oh wont' you turn my gaze back
Lord to you. You're the only one who knows me.
Please mold me back to You.
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Amereicha
In '36 the world's teams
Played up, played up, and played the game
Runners, jumpers, footballers
All sieg-heilling the fuhrer
Not so the black americans
Who, point-blank, refused
And on returning home from this precedent
Were refused a meeting with the president
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Amnesia
Unhappy ever after, well, did you ever
Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny?
Same old joke and it's not funny
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old, cheated by the new
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
You sing the same old verse
Stick like glue for better or worse
What goes around comes around again, again, again
This heart's pulled apart, hydra fighting head to head
Burns are red, bruises blue
Out with the old, cheated by the new
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Amnesia
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
Do you suffer from long term memory loss?
I don't remember
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An Interlude-Beginning To Take It Back
Cash crops and hunger and US control
Coffee and sugar on company land
Made to supply what the boss would demand
Then one July morning in seventy-nine
Nicaragua decided to leave it behind
(Chorus)
And the people are learning to take back their lives
As the country will change, Sandinista survives
Women are winning what they've never known
The power to organize outside the home
Starting to find what is equal and fair
Ensuring that this revolution is shared
Regaining lost chances, demanding much more
Running the factories, fighting the war
(Repeat chorus)
Nobody claims that it's over and done
There's too much depends on enlistment and guns
And raising their children and filling their plates
And chasing the Contras to Washington State
The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground
That's where the spirit of change can be found
(Repeat chorus)
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An Psalm
Chapt nine, armagodman
The lord is my shepherd, i shall not want. he maketh me to lie down in green pastures. he leadeth me beside the still waters. he restoreth my soul. he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness. for his name's sake, yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they confort me.
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And In A Nutshell
And it's, uh, not doing anybody any harm
But I think, I mean, it's a nice sound
(repeat)
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Armchair Sport
And there's nothing much left to do
Too lazy to leave the armchair
Can only manage to plug in the computer
And pretend that this is exercise
Playing sports by pressing keys all day
Well it was never meant to be this way
Computer sport in a high-tech society
Television crippled you!
And now there's nothing much left to do
So get out of the living room and into a kit
On your marks, get set, go--get fit!
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Ashes To Ashes
The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad
Because it's written in his contract that after every over
He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor
In a bid to save the sport he sacrifices his health
His inning is getting shorter and so is his breath
Seems the price of survival involves a cigarette
Making money out of sport and choking it to death
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Asleep
But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night?
How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?
Turn out the lights for the people they're shitting on
Turn out the lights for the people they're torturing
Turn out the lights for the people they're poisoning
Turn out the lights for the people they're starving
Turn out the lights for the people they've murdered
They got two big secrets one up each sleeve, first they believe that they're doing god's work, and that's the lie that they can lie down with, 'cause it's seconded by the people they govern. 'cause the people they govern will work for them, buy from them, and die for them
And the people they govern will vote for them
And the people they govern do their sleeping for them
Do their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for them
Meanwhile ronnie is on first name terms with god, or so he sees it in his head. too many motion pictures when he was younger, and he's round at god's place for a meal.
God preparest a table before ronnie
In the presence of ronnie's enemies
God annointest ronnies' head with oil
Ronnie's cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy, shall follow ron
An psalm is an anagram of napalms
Wake up, we must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!
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Australian Rules Football
Both players and watchers,
No-one knows the rules
That's what makes the game so great
"just get out there
And slug your opponent!"
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great
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Awake
There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
Open your eyes, go and have a look
There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise
It's all staring you in the face
Open your eyes, see your own light
When the sunlight filters in my room, in the morning
It's not saying 'get up' it's not saying 'time for work'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up, wake up'
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Awesome Wheels
I got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
I'm skating down the street
With my trucks all new
Here comes the nme
Coming into view
Looking for a gimmick
That it can screw
"you've got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
Do you like the stupids?
Can we interview you?
What kind of fancy tricks
Do you do?
Are those original
All-star shoes?"
Now it's not a sport
It's a saleable craze
They're screwing us over
In a million ways
"sign on the dotted line
You know it pays"
Who wants a skateboard?
I'm giving mine away
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Babbernation
I'm out in the country for a walk one day
I get the urge and i've got to go
I look around, make sure no one's around
I pull down my pants and i face the ground
I think, well, we all go to the toilet
Just like we've got to eat
We don't eat--it's called starvation
We don't babber--constipation
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Back Home
When we are far away...
Back home, they'll be really behind us
In every game we play..."
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Bad Dog
Puppy eyes puppy eyes tearing claws spitting pride
Roll over! Roll over! Roll over! Roll over!
Pretty please pretty play chase away chase away
Nasty nasty snapping nasty biting spitting nasty nasty
Hammer hammer teeth nails sit sit sit sit
Bitch won't beg bitch can't lick bitch can't do those clever tricks
Heel fetch run lie nasty nasty snapping nasty
See these eyes puppy eyes roll over and die die
Bad dog you bad dog you bad dog you bad dog
Playful dog with trouble and spice nasty nice nasty nice
Slip the lead fight fight my bark is softer than my bite
Roll over roll over mock each chewing spewing mouthful
Hammer hammer teeth nails bad dog bad dog
Good girl pat pat bad dog smack smack
Here's a bitch who'll give it back snap snap snap snap
Puppy eyes will start to play this nasty dog will have it's day
This is heaven
This is hell
This is living
This is tale to tell
This is drive wheel
This is cog
This is master
This is snarling dog
This is hammer
This is spanner
This is no sir
This is table manners
This is history
This is how it's been
This is over and over and over and over again
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Barry John
He was fast and agile and extremely good-looking
All you'd see would be a flash of red
Wales were best, 'cause he used his head
And knew exactly when to stop
And he retired when he was on top
Barry is my cousin, twice removed
And that's not easy to disprove
I talk about it when I go out
When people don't listen, then I start to shout
"Barry John is related to me!
Look!
Barry John is related to me!
Alright!
Not by blood, but still related to me!
Listen!
This is very important to me!"
Woah! Woah...
My friends don't mind if this is true
Because they are all Barry's cousins too
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Because I'm A He
That i was privileged without having to be rich
They had a place set aside for me to help to run this society
If i followed the paths laid down for me
I could join the club called patriarchy
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
If i didn't get far 'cause the ladder was too long
I could be my own boss, with a workforce of one
No matter how low i go there'll always be lower
It's taken for granted that a white man holds power
And i am white, and i'm a man, i don't have to justify what i am
And now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
'cause i'm not black and i'm not irish, i'm not a woman
I don't get too much stick just for being what i am
'cause i am white and i'm a man, i don't have often to justify what i am
Now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
Hassled--i've been hassled, but i don't get hassled on sight
I don't dread going out at night, i don't have to worry 'cause i'm alright
Singing about it doesn't exclude me but if i keep quiet then all people see
Is compulsory white male superiority complex that's forced on me
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what i am
But it's up to me to do what i can, by not being what i'm supposed to be
By fighting white male supremacy
By fighting government policy
By fighting bosses of companyies
By fighting fascist democracy
But not forgetting to look at me, no, not forgetting to look at me
Not forgetting to look at me, because i'm a he
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Because I'm A He
As soon as i'm born they made me feel big
That i was privileged without having to be rich
They had a place set aside for me to help to run this society
If i followed the paths laid down for me
I could join the club called patriarchy
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
If i didn't get far 'cause the ladder was too long
I could be my own boss, with a workforce of one
No matter how low i go there'll always be lower
It's taken for granted that a white man holds power
And i am white, and i'm a man, i don't have to justify what i am
And now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
'cause i'm not black and i'm not irish, i'm not a woman
I don't get too much stick just for being what i am
'cause i am white and i'm a man, i don't have often to justify what i am
Now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
Hassled--i've been hassled, but i don't get hassled on sight
I don't dread going out at night, i don't have to worry 'cause i'm alright
Singing about it doesn't exclude me but if i keep quiet then all people see
Is compulsory white male superiority complex that's forced on me
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what i am
But it's up to me to do what i can, by not being what i'm supposed to be
By fighting white male supremacy
By fighting government policy
By fighting bosses of companyies
By fighting fascist democracy
But not forgetting to look at me, no, not forgetting to look at me
Not forgetting to look at me, because i'm a he
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Behave
Scared of heaven and accusing whispers
Angles always get the worst advice
But they can hire the sharpest lawyers
Someone's always telling you how to behave
Boys and girls, come out to play
See Cupid fire his poison arrows
Mickey Mouse grew up a cow
You should hear the things they say about Minnie now
Someone's always telling you how to behave
Farewell to all the smiling angels
I have a date with some little devil
Girls will be boys and boys will be girls
I found a bedful of heaven in this hell of a world
Someone's always telling you how to behave
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Bella Ciao
The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that i must do
Wish me luck now, i have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the gates of hell
And i will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead
Next time you see me i may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the tv
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"
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Benefits Of The Game
Whilst robson plays his sharp cd
And beardsley paints his lounge "hint of green"
And the big clubs dream of a superleague
Of keegan's "reasonable" three thousand a week
But back at sinthonia, the ground's hardly packed
And the bank won't give them an overdraft
So it's play a full team of y.t.s.
Or get sponsored by the d.h.s.s.
Oh no!
Oh yes!
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Better
And as good a way as any of throwing your money away
Betting offices, men only
Tobacco smoke and radio commentaries
Betting companies first past the post
They're off to Bermuda on the money you lost
Money you lost
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Big Mouth Strikes Again
I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling, spitting, fingers do
Ur throat, making yourself so sick. vomiting the words that you'd sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back!
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Flucky now, flucky now, flucky now, oh my, it's a good job fusion cannot spell. 'cause if i could you know i'd get a lot of flack off the record company, always on my back. well i thank god for watching what i'm doing. whoops. fusion watch what you're saying. remember what happened before when you tried to thank god, um, christ, um, him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. i couldn't win, it must've been a thing. anyway i've been asked here not to give lip, but to talk about a topic which we call censorship. musicians have no right to say what they want to. mc fusion want to say some of the people say that blunt--nobody has the right to tell you want to do. 'cause if you do it to them, it may be [?] on you. whoever bought this record try and figure out what the flucking hell is fusion talking about, but it makes sense to the a g i t, cause this is what happened when they try to censor me. ha. finally, fusion, i mean we, got freedom of speech. censorship is a load o
f bollocks, and that's wh
At agitation propaganda and anything you can do, i can do better.
'to' is a preposition
'come' is a verb
'to come' is a verb intransitive
To come, to come
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Don't come in me, don't come in me
Don't come in me, don't come in me
It takes technique to thrill me!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come, come, come, come, come good?
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
(good thief routine)
Stepford husbands, stepford wives
With longer scissors, sharper knives
So sugar-sweet, they spend their time as censors, working overtime
This good-good culture
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Welcome christ, judges, lone ranger
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Padres, pastors, popes, priests
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Critics, comics, you, me
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
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Bing Oh!
Bing played golf
Do-be-do-be-do
In the rain
Do-be-do-be-do
Struck by lightning
Do-be-do-be-do
Never again do-be-do-be-do-be-do-be-do
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Bob Beamon
Three steps forward, two steps back
Oblivious to all around
Psyching up for the big jump
Breathing getting deeper
Then charging down the track
Hitting the board just right
All that energy released
And now in perfect flight
That moment when all that training
Comes together perfectly
When nothing seems impossible
Just you, airborne and free
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Bowls
The jack turning off the crown
A lawnmower in the distance
The wood coming nicely 'round
Sitting near the green just chatting
A bad rub, a blocked line
Watching that throw for length
A bias on the garden cutting it fine
"See you tomorrow, Ada"
"See you tomorrow, Bill"
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Brian
I'm as sick as a parrot, Brian
I'm over the moon, Brian
Well, I think the lads were well worth a point, Brian
At the end of the day, Brian
It was a game of two halves, Brian
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British Colonialism And The BBC
I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town
Comes second-hand from me
Chewing and spewing this revolution
For popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen
By what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact
Your soap reality
We only want a chance to show the Editor's side
Of struggle in the news
Closer and closer to the State's eye view
And further from the truth
Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth
Bewildered and confused
Misreported, distorted, misquoted
A ready-made victim to be used
Quote you on things that you never said
Put this pencil to your head
Kill your revolution dead
TV tells us what to be and what to say and what to do
How to act and how to lie but never question why
Fighting to stop this mass-deception
Fighting to scrap the pass-laws
Fighting to end misuse of land
Fighting to close down diamond mines
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths
Fighting to change the world
And here, we sit on a fence
Built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full stomach all it takes
To keep us pacified
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Can't Think - Must Work
All of the zombies look the other way
Scared of meeting face to face
Scared to let strangers into their space
Out of the offices, faces grey
All of the zombies look the other way
Scared of meeting face to face
Scared to let strangers into their space
Can't think, must work
(repeats)
Too scared to accept that the life they lead
Is based on pain and death and greed
Can't think, must work
(repeats)
Too busy working to question, doubt
Unless you think (?) you'll never find out
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Cartrouble
A hammer on the table and a copper on the door
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
A judge in front and a jury at the side
And a Bible on the stand to say I won't tell lies
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of America
Can the lady take the stand now? Blah, blah, blah
And how comes a black woman drives her own car?
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
And what gives you the constitutional right
To drive a car through a junction on a red stop light?
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Between the rock and roll devil and the fear of god
Big brotherly love runs shallow as skin
In the deep south of Yorkshire
Well of course I drove the car through a red stop light
But well, I thought that law was just for whites
I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
I say, I saw the white folks drive through on green
So when the red light flashed, I thought this must be for me
Well it's one o'clock, two o'clock, any old o'clock
Just a fear of the people with a fear of god
Lancashire white girl tries to sing the blues
Well, I woke up this morning like I usually do
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Catastrophe Reality
Chopped a tree, the garden of eden is finished
When i say mankind, i use it as a derogatory term
Whereas scientists and governments use it as a saving grace
Well i once saw micheal heseltine on the telly, whilst he was still environment secretary, and it was a u.n. debate called 'the state of the planet, ten year on.' ten years on since the last debate, and he's there saying, 'look folks, don't worry. everything is under control. the rate of progress is faster than the rate of decline.' as if that made everything ok.
A man who is older than me, with factories in south african says, 'that's the way of the world, and there's nothing you can do about it. you can't change it. so you might as well enjoy it whilst you still can. well that's what i always say anyway, hmm, yeah, and remember that, that's a damn good outlook on life. i've come a long way i have, i have indeed. in fact, you could say i'm a shining example. the dirty kid come clean. have a cigar.'
He must be right cos he's got more experience than me. yeah, he's got a degree in better ways of destroying the earth, better ways of ceasing to be. even if we forget about nuclear war, just for a minute, only for a minute see he's cutting all the trees down, the atmosphere is breaking down the rain cycle's collapsing, acid rain destroying our lakes. forest is being cut down at a rate of an area the size of france every year whole countries of fertile land are being turned into desert, ask him about it, see what he's got to say for himself. ask him about it, see what he's got to say.
'what's it worth? what's it worth? make it worth my while, make it worth my while, maybe then, maybe then i'll think about it.
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Celebration, Florida
The good folks pull together
It's july 4th forever
Down in celebration, florida
The neighbors bring you coffee
And everyone's always happy
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
They're buying up nostalgia
For a time they can't remember
Down in celebration, florida
They're sharing homemade corn chips
Even the dogs get facelifts
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
There's nation fighting nation
There's kids with malnutrition
But not in celebration, florida
Social engineering
It gives you that fuzzy feeling
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
Celebration, celebration, celebration, florida
Well, it's
It's very conventional, i don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just
Relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology.
That's true, actually i'd agree with that.
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Changing Gears
Battling for the yellow vest
Changing gears rapidly
Ten seconds to change a wheel
King of the Mountains
Queen of the flats
Sprinting for the line
Then ready to collapse
Up! Up! Up!
The simplicity of the wheel
Has created the bike
On which you don't need to win
To make it fun
So don't get knackered
Take it slow
Don't worry about the vest
Just enjoy the view
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Chartist Anthem
The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth,
Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth
Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers
Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers
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Chase PCs Flee Attack By Own Dog
Got my photograph taken with Elvis
Circled round the earth in a rocket ship
Found the world cup in a garden
And I must've saved a million drowning babies
You can imagine what a come down
Drug-busts and house fires
I didn't orbit the earth to be bossed around
By someone wearing flares!
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin'
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Chelsea's Back Four
The guinea pigs are the football fans
Using football's bad reputation
For crowd control operations
Seizing on any chance
To justify the Public Order Act
The thick blue line is not Chelsea's back four
It's the James Anderton XI
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City Man City
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
Colin Bell, Frannie Lee
Neil Young, Mike Summerbee
Rodney Marsh, Alan Oakes
Tommy Booth and Tony Book
City, city, city
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
City, city, city
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
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City, Man City
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
Colin Bell, Frannie Lee
Neil Young, Mike Summerbee
Rodney Marsh, Alan Oakes
Tommy Booth and Tony Book
City, city, city
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
City, city, city
City, Man city
Living in the city
Manchester city
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Coca-Colanisation
It's a happy sound, and it's not doing anybody any harm
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Colliers March
The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
'twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called irish thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed bonny (?) will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold robin hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From dudley to walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'oh the brave dudley boys! oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here
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Come On Baby (Let's Do The Revolution)
Six for the record, and seven for the T-shirt
A picture of the band
And a ticket for the promised land
Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here's the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut
Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land
Come on baby, let's do the revolution
They say we'll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll
Roadie! My guitar!
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Come On Baby (let's Do The Revolution)
Come on baby, let's do the revolution
Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt
A picture of the band
And a ticket for the promised land
Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here's the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut
Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land
Come on baby, let's do the revolution
They say we'll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll
Roadie! my guitar!
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Comic-tragic-magic
Mummy, mummy, mummy
I got a pain i got a pain in my tummy and it's hurting me
I'm well and truly shatted by it all stained and scarred
And brutalized just by day to day living
But the comic tragic magic is i'm not dead yet
I'm not full submerged, i still got some life in me yet
For my mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i'm gonna stand by her
Course the world was in a mess when i stuck my head out
It's still in a mess, but i can see for myself now
Soz i've got to dash, i've got to get my shit together
Keep things moving and make myself useful
For my mummy, mummy, mummy, my mummy, mummy
My mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i hear her calling me
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Commercial Break
And I always make my husband answer to me
With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree
The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see
Look at the way that they squabble between themselves
Rioting at funerals--they'll surely go to hell
If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down
You don't get that in a white man's town
And boycotting products won't do them any good
You see they need the trade to help buy food
And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead
The blacks who work for her seem really quite content
So I'll agree with my husband--let things stay as they are
That's always been his motto, and we've gone far
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Creepy Crawling
The oldest national lottery
Enter Johnny go darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that
If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?
What a wonderful world
Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat bog eyes
Stick on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone
Free fall, call Ophelia
Clutching at straw
Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go, Johnny gone
Too much drink in your tum, tum, tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this fist and watch it come
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby
Seem alright?
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
Creepy crawling
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Dad's Mascot
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at my feet
Wonders what I'll do
Do I kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate the end
Of our relationship
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Dad's Mascot
At the beach, pressure's on
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at my feet
Wonders what i'll do
Do i kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate the end
Of our relationship
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Declaring Peace
Whisper the words of wisdom no more
Speak the words of wisdom no more
Shout the words of wisdom no more
The governments of the world agree
That people need bombs and banks and barriers
Harriers, tanks, and aircraft carriers to carry us to war
To drop it at my front door
But if no one pulled a trigger then no one would get shot
If no one made the bombs, no one would get blown up
If nobody believed in stinking countries
There wouldn't be any territories to fight over
If nobody held money as sacred
There'd be food for all, not just those who can't afford it
And if nobody voted for a government
They wouldn't have the right to make people fight
But first they treat us like we're nobody, no one
Then it's "join britain's fight, be someone--bomb someone"
But dead we're no more than dust on the floor
Of the next generation
Who are marching as to war
But no more war, we won't go away
'cause no more war is something we've got to say
No more war, we can try to make the fighting cease
No more war, advertise for peace
No more war, i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
No more war, look i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
By declaring peace
Just remember in 1982 when the falklands war was happening
The new musical express didn't say a word about it
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Desmond
British champion for fifty years
Easily beats all his challengers
Bored of always being the best
He'd rather be like all the rest
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches
Now with pressure from above
He was forced to carry on
"you're the best, don't you want to win?"
To which he replied with a cheeky grin
"i'm bored of always being the best
I'd rather be like all the rest!"
Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun
He loses a game now and then
He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure
Without the competition, without the pressure
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches
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Disabled Sports
I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful
In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards
And there weren't any losers
I saw marathon runners, strong and determined
Hunched in wheelchairs, and pushing ever onwards
And there weren't any losers
And there weren't any losers
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Disagreement
But i don't know you and you don't know me
I mean i think i know we're bound to disagree
So i still don't know you, you still don't know me
But now we both agree that we disagree
'cause that's the one thing in common we've got, you see
It's that we both disagree
So between us we can double our profits, you see
Because we both disagree
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Does God Go To The Toilet
Does God go to the toilet?
Does God go to the toilet?
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
Yeah
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Don't Pass Go
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Well the facts said, 'Yes', but the judge said 'no'
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
He didn't understand and he told them so
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
Don't pass go
There ain't no justice, just us
There ain't no justice, just us
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
A little self-protection, they don't want to know
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
And he won't say sorry, play the old Jim Crow
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
White paranoia, it runs the show
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
You want table manners, you get rule of law
Go straight to jail and don't pass go
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
Don't pass go
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?
All stitched up by a thin blue line
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Don't Try This at Home
It's a small step to swing free
The crying in the tower
For my conspirators and me
Gunpowder and modem
And a dream of liberty
And then they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
Oh yes, they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
If you walk on the beach with King Canute
You'll be walking back alone
Tonight, he'll dine on oysters
While we fall like green acorns
We'll be putting down our roots
Right in the center of the storm
Oh, but they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
Oh yes, they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
The cry of gulls
The hum of streets
The buzz of phones
The march of feet
We'll meet tonight
To draw up plans
Exclamations
Ampersands
Somewhere across the water
They're storming palace gates
Scared of the moth-flame metaphor
We fall asleep and wait
Singing for a future
But the chorus comes too late
Because they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
Oh yes, they'll tell you
"Don't try this at home"
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't, don't
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
With your best foot forward
We'll lay this ghost to rest
So we're coming to the last dance
I've got another request
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Drip Drip Drip
Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds
I seen yer comin', come in lads
You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad
What you get is what you see
It's a trickledown theory and it's coming to me
Life's a whip-round and I've got the whip
It's a sinking ship, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Dark satanic, run of the mill
Sing us a song and I'll send you the bill
My nicotine grip, my smokin' gun
It's how I get my fun, better run, run, run
Your olfactory nerves, all up the spout
You can't smell a rat when your nose is out
Rent to kill by any other name
Kiss an old flame, shame, shame, shame
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down
Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down
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Drip, Drip, Drip
Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds
I seen yer comin', come in lads
You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad
What you get is what you see
It's a trickledown theory and it's coming to me
Life's a whip-round and I've got the whip
It's a sinking ship, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Dark satanic, run of the mill
Sing us a song and I'll send you the bill
My nicotine grip, my smokin' gun
It's how I get my fun, better run, run, run
Your olfactory nerves, all up the spout
You can't smell a rat when your nose is out
Rent to kill by any other name
Kiss an old flame, shame, shame, shame
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down
Drip, drip, drip, take me in
Drip, drip, drip, throw me out
Drip, drip, drip, put me up
Drip, drip, drip, let me down
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Drugs
All the runners running downhill
All the throwers with strap-on muscles
Gold, silver, and bronze
To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids
Random testing doesn't exist
No promoters will take the risk
Street-price injection for a personal best
Praise to roche for finishing first
All the runners have their little helpers
All the throwers on uppers and downers
"from now on," said ron
"it's downhill all the way."
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Dumbing Down
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play?
And are the words to this song concise enough to follow?
Is your smart food simple enough to swallow?
We're dumbing down, dumb de dumb dumb
Dumbing down, dumb de dumb dumb
Dumb de dumb dumb dumb, dumb de dumb dumb dumb
Dumb de dumb dumb dumb, dumb de dumb dumb dumb
Dumb de dumb dumb dumb, dumb de dumb dumb dumb
Dumb de dumb dumb dumb
Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can?
And is Disneyland all we understand?
Will our history be written out in headlines?
Diana dolls, and miracles, and land mines?
We're dumbing down, dumb de dumb dumb
Dumbing down, dumb de dumb dumb
{C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here
I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba silly assed bitch
C'mon man, we can talk about this
Ah, c'mon, I'm a girl, and I can still kick your ass}
{If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway?
What's the point of seventy years? absolutely pointless}
{It's me Trousers
That's it}
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Dutiful Servants And Political Masters
Things were rather different in great grandfather's day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more
He did a bloody good job in taming the poor
Now I'm rather more subtle, I say, I'll tell you what I will do
I'll do everything I can to try and help you
And you'll be helping me, I say, and I'll see that you're alright
You can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be white
And you won't have to worry, I'll have a quiet word with your mates
Oh they'll be alright, they'll have enough on their plate
I'll put a bit in their mouths, you just pull hard on the reins
They'll do anything for you and they won't complain
You'll be so much better off, I say, you can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper and I'll organize your life
And it never fails, it does the trick, it works every time
So me and my dear wife and the family's doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom when slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount when the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the better with freedom of choice
We're a thousand times richer, QED His Master's Voice
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for its call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a woman
She's working under a system that she can't understand
Trapped inside a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, it's old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid is so wastefully spent
Where western education enforces this crap
Where women work in the open, yet live in a trap
There's one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the gramophone and has a shit
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Eddie The Eagle
Climbing to the top
Eddie the Eagle
The epitome of sport
Not for the winning
Or the advertising deals
Not for the money or glory
Just for taking part
It's like when I was at school
And we got beat 10-1
My dad would always say
"At least you tried, son"
And now there's a hero for those
Who thought sport was never fun
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won
Eddie, the loser,
Who finally won
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Eddie Waring
Decapitated ears and concave heads
My interest held by just one thing
The greatest commentator ever--Eddie Waring
Whether an up-and-under or an early bath
He was always guaranteed to make me laugh
No Coleman histrionics or Benaud Twang
Just down to earth, good humored
Our man in the stand
And now it's time for the Mini Marathon
"Can I play the Joker now?"
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Education (part I)
Bradford teacher victimized
Instant hero, surprise surprise
Darling of the ultra-right
Middle-class, well-spoken, white
Education is a powerful tool
And it's in the hands
Of the people who rule
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Education (part Ii)
They're the bosses of tomorrow
They're called the fcs
Fascist conservative sheep
Who claim to know what's best
Tied to dad's finances
And only just out of school
They want progressive capitalism
And imperialist rule
And it just goes to show
That higher education
Is just the thing for blinding kids
With lies and information
These students think that with their vast experience of life, they know and understand the answers to the world's problems. and all the people around the world without food and civil liberties, the people of nicaragua, and ireland, and chile, and el salvador, and grenada, and south africa... well they're all ignorant peasants without university educations...
Don't let education stand in your way
These bosses of tomorrow: confront them today
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Enough Is Enough
Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot
Trying an trying again to get this damn thing done
It can't done
Come kill the fscist with a gun
'cos it's stoping us from unity
We cannot see reality
Just vanity insanity fusion cannot stand it see
No man fascist man will ever get me outta the land
So understand fusion plan to stop them with a bang
We sang and sang to make the people all unite
Not fight but fight because the leaders don't think right
You burnt us in the part you know it won't happen again
So black and white take a stand and all try to defend all of the people and the children who are living in the past
Just blast and blast don't make the fascist man last
Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot
On and on and on you the feeling's so strong
So long
It's wrong
I'm telling you it's wrong
Destruction confusion and blaming it on the colour
I wonder in horror 'cos the people start to follow
All the leaders and the rulers who are putting up the fence
It's dens immense and you say you're talking sense
Bull bull I want to say it full
But people on the radio you know will make a pull
So I try to tone it down to make the whole world know that the language of my violence will proceed in my show
Flow flow to make the fascist man know
That unity is here and unity will grow
Open your eyes
Time to wake up
Enough is enough is enough is enough
Give the fascistman a gunshot
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Ever Heard the One About the Pacemaker
He was always asked to make the pace
Speeding off then left behind
To watch someone else win the golden mile
Tired of always being forgotten
Whilst others got the glory
He decided to set out one day
And run himself into history
So next race in he set the pace
Then carried on and on
Have you heard the one about the pacemaker?
He won!
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Face Jumping
Involved a skill unknown
A jump onto a partner's face
With ne'er a crack of bone
Tom McSmee, a champion,
In several tests of skill
Could jump into a barrel of eggs
And never crack a shell
This sport was later outlawed
Permits were refused
When competitors took to wearing
Modern spikes upon their shoes
Did I get that right, boy, or not?
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Farewell to the Crown
Out in the woods to shoot someone
"My lord your time has come"
Right between the eyes!
Fell his master not by chance
Away with pomp and circumstance
Come join our merry dance
To the rhythm of goodbye
(Chorus)
Farewell the jewel crown
Farewell the velvet gown
Watch it all come tumbling down
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the King of Nothing, really
Wave of a hand, not a life of Riley
Part Nazi, part King Billy
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the dear old mum
Mummified on gin and rum
Smile and wave and just play dumb
Goodbye to the crown
(Repeat chorus)
Goodbye to the media whore
And all the pious work for the poor
And all the faces that she wore
Goodbye to the crown
Goodbye to the royal We
And all its famous pedigree
Let's put this dog to sleep
Goodbye to the crown
(Repeat chorus)
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Fight The Alton Bill!
In ignorance, i still assumed this body was mine, that i could choose. i had faith for charity and understanding sympathy. but no, we're seen as baby machines. face judge, jury, and male gps, fo
Uilty, careless, callous, cold, and told the things we're always told by the gentle, prime-time moralist on national daily news, with persuasive smile he'll take away a woman's right to choose. they say the lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. but not beyond the eighteenth week if alton has his way.
'have you considered what you're going to lose? do you realize what you're asking me to do? are there medical reasons? and, oh, by the way, you know we can't help you unless you pay?'
Desperation and a waiting list. you don't count blessings, just weeks missed. problems are beginning to show. it's so impersonal, so painfully slow.
'do you know what you'll put my conscience through? do you know just how few women are as lucky as you? no, the delay's not deliberate. it just takes time. and maybe by then you'll have changed your mind.'
A history of desperation, of old wives' tales, from jumping down off ladders to using knitting needles. from gin baths, to a punch in the guts--sometimes it would work, mostly it just hurt. that these laws are to protect us is another moral con. how do they protect the given rights of any woman? they'll drive us on the back-streets, demand won't go away. we'll bleed, we'll die, because we couldn't pay. this bill will make us victims--it's we who should decide. we want control of our bodies and our lives. alton, don't feel too safe behind your man-made laws. laws can be broken as easily as bones. steal from one, and you steal from us all, and laws like yours will make re-sisters of us all!
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Fitzwilliam
Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won't be the same in the village again
Twelve months of bribery, twelve months of lies
Cops in the village to truncheon your bride
Scabs down the back roads to break up the strike
Come out of your houses--there's a war on outside
Attacked in the village, attacked in the courts
Sacked for refusing to bow to their lords
Less than a whisper from commons and lords
Retreats from the front when they most need support
Woman and woman in opposing extremes
Between man-made heaven and popular dreams
Between twisted detachment and learning to breathe
One locks the prison one sets herself free
Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won't be the same in fitzwilliam again
Cage and canary are left in the mine
Canary still sings as machinery dies
Song breaks the bars which imprison its life
Flies from the pit shaft and into the skies
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Flesh And Blood And Feelings
Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea strong
And before too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, i'll die for my country" mentality
That made it all possible
Our history, made from other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants
When i was ten years old i was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we measure up to it?
At the age of twelve i thought to myself,
"it's gonna grow"
For the next seven years i kept a check of things down below
It didn't grow
Now look at me on the front of this record
Admittedly it's not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the contras
Post office tower penis power
Muscles and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what i mean
I kept it very quiet, i felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public toilets
At school i skipped showers
The state separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody else
It becomes a big thing without being big at all
I felt very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood
Start putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All i needed was demystification
And it's as simple as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but god and country survived
As a lad i was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our insignificance
And gives thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every move
To see how they measure up
Growing up confused, like i did
'cause their minds are being messed up
The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and violence
From the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured murder
From the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, i ask, in being told what to do?
And living in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change this thing
We've got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)
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For Those Of You Watching In Black And White
Now he's going for the grey ball
Into the top left pocket
A touch off the slightly darker grey ball
And he's snookered behind the grey ball
Oh, he's going for the grey ball
Now that's a surprise
A kiss on the slightly lighter grey ball
Now just the grey ball to play
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
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Forgotten
Up and down stairs from bed to chair
A balsa puppet struggles to remember
Cheering crowds and famous victories
That was a full life
Now dim in a half-light
Of newsreels and winner's shields
Take care, move slowly now
There are precious few
Who still remember you
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Frickley
Where once the riot coppers beat the pickets to the ground
Has a football team, and a stand full of fans
Who love their game and who love revenge
If a cop comes near the ground
On a Saturday afternoon
He'll be heading the bricks
Until he's over the moon
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Games Were Fun
Had the poshest kits
While the slow, fat, thin, and spotty ones
Had shorts that didn't fit?
They never lingered in the changing rooms
With a home-made note
Or batted only once
Before they got caught
And how come all the sporty types
Were the first to grow breasts?
They had Marks & Sparks bras
I squirmed in a vest
Never wore their sisters' shorts
With the wrong initial
Or limped back from cross-country
Two hours behind schedule
And how come they said
That games were fun?
If you want the truth
Ask the ones that never won
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Geoff Hurst's Goal
Geoff Hurst's goal in extra time
In the Third World War at Wembley '66
When England won again, to make it a hat-trick
Twenty years later, a replay of another war
The Falklands, Spirit against the skill of Maradona
The Union Jack's drooped, the English were quiet
The Argies won, Maradona had a hand in it
The line between patriotic bigotry and loyal support
Is it going to war or the simple love of sport?
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Georgina
Georgina's cooking supper for her husband
All her friends are coming round to see the show
Because the thief she calls her husband wont't be hungry
When he see's what's on the end of his fork
Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor
Georgin's got a timebomb in her stomach
She knows that any minute now it's going to blow
With all the pain and the silence that she feeds on
With all the hurt that her bruises can't show
Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor
Georgina's got an appetite for vengeance
And she sings all the songs from 'Oliver'
But she won't be wanting seconds any more
As she thightens up the grip on her trigger finger
Georgina isn't asking anymore
And her lover isn't isn't asking anymore
And the cook isn't asking anymore
Since the thief met a bullet on the way to the floor
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Give The Anarchist A Cigarette
What?
Bobby!
What?
For god's sake burn it down
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of
Give the anarchist a cigarette
'Cause that's as close as he's ever going to get
Bobby just hasn't earned it yet
The times are changing but he just forgets
He's going to choke on his harmonica Albert
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of
Give the anarchist a cigarette
A candy cig for the spoilt brat
We'll get Albert to write you a check
And he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet
You know I hate every pop star that I ever met
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of
Give the anarchist a cigarette
Burn baby burn, burn baby burn
(Repeat)
Nothing ever burns down by itself
Every fire needs a little bit of help
(Repeat)
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Give The Anarchy A Cigarette
Albert
Bobby
For god´s sake, burn it down
Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Give the anarchist a cigarette
Cos that´s as close as he´s ever gonna get
Bobby just hasn´t earned it yet
That times are changing but he just forgets
He's going to choke on his harmonica Albert
Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Give the anarchist a cigarette
A candy cig for the spoiled brat
We'll get Albert to write you a cheque
A he'll be burning up the air in his personal jet
You know i hate every Popstar that I ever met
Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
Burn Baby Burn
Nothing ever burns down by itself
every fire needs a little bit of help
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Gobsmacked
Smack you in the gob
Get four long years
In Wormwood Scrubs
Put me in a ring
Fit me with gloves
I get money and fame
For doing what I love
Smacking people in the gob
Smacking people in the gob
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God Save The Queen
Dirty bastard (repeats)
Dirty fucker (repeats)
God save the queen (repeats)
No future (repeats)
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Good Afternoon and Welcome to White Hart Lane
To stand on the crumbling concrete steps
Wind and rain beating in your face
You mumble football's favorite phrase
"That's what the game's all about"
"That's what the game's all about"
But behind double-glazing, high above
The TV on, the starter served
A second-rate match but a four-course meal
With tax-free perks and a business deal
"That's what the game's all about"
"That's what the game's all about"
Executive boxes for the rich
Sterilized, sanitized, neatly packaged
Take no notice of what happens on the pitch
'Cause big business is the man of the match
"Turn the crowd noise down, it's the switch to the right"
It's all to do with business deals
And ripping off the masses and Holsten Pils
And down on the terraces you're piss-wet through
The line is drawn between rich and poor
"That's what this game's all about"
"That's what this game's all about"
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Graham Hill
For twenty years graham hill
Risking life and limb
Drove the circuits of the world
And they said it would kill him
"going so fast is a fine way to win
But one crash could make a mockery of that famous cheeky grin"
As irony would have it
Years after he retired
The light aircraft he was piloting
Exploded, and he died
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Groundhopping
Another sunday match again
Another merseyside clash again
It's the 36th this season
By my calculations
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
For the character and determination
In the face of bankruptcy
For the passion and dedication
Despite the threat of the vauxhall league
And the stands may be empty
And the bank account too
But there's something in my stomach
Says they'll always pull through
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
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Happiness Is Just A Chant Away
I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Bullshit, bullshit, priests without a pulpit
Shake shake shake your blessed bells
Ding dong, heaven calling, buzz buzz buzz, haircut sir
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out in out, shake it all about
With a pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great i'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
(repeat)
Happiness is just a chant away
(repeat)
Georgie got a needle and georgie got a hit
Georgie got religion and a saviour on a stick
There're a thousand georgies all posing in a field
Which are false and which are real?
You put your whole self in, your whole self out
In out, in out, what's it all about?
Pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs
You're great i'm great everybody's great
Everybody's great
(repeat)
Happiness is just a chant away
(repeat)
I'm having a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Harry roberts, harry roberts, roberts, roberts, harry, harry
(repeat)
Everybody got a good deal
Everybody got a guru
Everybody got a love bomb
Everybody got a hit song
(repeat)
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Heaven/Hell
Tall as houses
Small as spiders
Undefined this buzz inside us
Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell
Out of ruins growing pains
Wide-eyed pirates crossing bones
Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell
Kicking giants drowned in reason
Breaking old building new
Tightrope walker
Chaos order
I fell right into heaven/hell
Devil take me
God forsake me
Made my home in heaven/hell
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Here's To The Rest Of Your Life
Why settle for what we're shown
When there is so much more
Sometimes the book of law
Is only half the story
Means and ends
Deciding where to draw the line
Loss of work in sellafield homes
Or the threat of cancers yet to come
The choice seems obvious
There is no choice
Only the option of looking outside
This narrow definition of
What you see is all there will ever be
There comes a time--that time is now
When every second, every day
When every action, every though
Will tell the world how you cast your vote
They break our legs
And we say thank you when they offer us crutches
Tired of mild reform
Sick of hand-me-downs
We topple all the theories to the ground
All real change
Must come from below
Our bosses must live in fear
Of the factory floor
And when they smile
And they ask for my support
I'll give them these words
And a bloody nose
You don't help your enemy
When you're at war
There are moments in all of our lives
Tiny sparks still deep inside
When a new-born baby cries
When you're watching clouds in a summer sky
The first time you walked out on strike
Love and sex and holding tight
Things that can't be bought
By promises and votes
I hate the things i love being criminalized
I hate the straight-jacket schools i grew up in
I hate mps, judges, and magistrates
I hate being taught to base my life on tv stars
I hate being kept waiting by bureaucrats
I hate wars, and all the people who love them
I hate the idea of living on other people's backs
I hate being filed and registered and classified
I hate being watched and monitored
I hate police
I hate the way you talk down at me
I hate being told what to do
I hate you when you don't listen
I hate the way you distort my sexuality with pornography
I hate the pain we inflict on each other, on animals, and on the earth
And i hate how love songs have become cliches
Through endless, shallow repetition
Each angry word
Every cynical put-down
Every song is carefully born
From a hope of something better to come
All jumbled-up
Love and hate and love
Each prompted by the other
For the cause of peace we have to go to war
Refusing to sleep
Whilst there's a world to win
Yet happy to dream
Dreams make the plans to change this world
Not just some future heaven
But today and every day
In our place of work
In the queue for the metro bus
Organize!
Here's the rest of our lives!
(repeat)
A tiny spark still deep inside
(repeat)
We can and will run the factories and mills
We can and will educate ourselves
We can and will work the fields
We can and will police ourselves
We can and will run the factories and mills
We can and will educate ourselves
We can and will work the fields
We can and will police ourselves
We can and will create and build
(repeat)
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Hey Hey We're the Junkies
A possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
Sticky pages in Hello, with Hopper as Nero on Rome
See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies
No X-Mas for Junkies
Who put the 'U'?
Who put the 'U'?
Who put the 'U' in the Wamba?
So fashionably blue
Crime never pays, heroes are handsome
So fashionably blue
Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical
So fashionably blue
Mothers never work, single women always do
So fashionably blue
Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop
So fashionably blue
All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour
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Hey Hey We're The Junkies
Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Sticky pages in hello with hopper as nero on rome
See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
No xmas for junkies..
Who put the u
Who put the u
Who put the u in the wamba?
So fashionably blue
Crime never pays, heroes are handsome,
So fashionably blue
Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical
So fashionably blue
Mothers never work, single women always do
So fashionably blue
Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop
So fashionably blue
All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour
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Hey! You! Outside Now!
One year later
This queue never moved
I've got well dressed slugs
Crawling over my shoes
And all these bouncers
Pushing me around
Well I'll huff and I'll puff
I'll blow your house down
In these hard times
No money for the arts
No money for a bonus
And my car won't start
The taxman cometh
And the landlord too
Now something better chance
I've got things to do
Scratched record carries on forever
Last waltz carries on forever
Prize fighter carries on forever
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! You! Outside! Now!
Two years later
And the tap still drips
This pain in my back
Means I still can't sleep
They're ripping up the longside
For plastic seats
We're ripping off the gas
Just to make ends meet
Half the population
Living off crime
I'm talking 'bout the fuckers
On question time
Pop fops on horse
Haven't got a clue
Now something better change
I've got things to do
Scratched record carries on forever
Last waltz carries on forever
Prize fighter carries on forever
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! You! Outside! Now!
Three years later
And I'm still in this queue
Now somethnig better change
I've got things to do
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! You! Outside! Now!
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Heysel Stadium
Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember
How the game continued despite the disaster
"with all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on
It would be financial suicide to stop at this point."
And there's a ready-made scapegoat, ready to blame
Hooligans fighting, ruining the game
Ignoring the bad planning and cramming-in of fans
Right next to each other in crumbling stands
Putting money before safety caused those deaths
Whilst greedy bosses in their boxes shout and turn red
"get those bodies back the full ten yards!
They're covering up the advertising boards!"
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Hmmm...
Outside the ground at luton town
A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall
A simple proclamation for all to read
"revolution is a better game than football"
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Home With Me
Your world, my world
San Christobal on new year's day
Your world, my world
Sunny beach, L.A
Your world, my world
Blue and coral Kirkstall skies
Your world, my world
Timorese sunrise
Your world, my world
Fairfield horseshoe in the snow
Your world, my world
Clashing worlds in Tokyo
Your world, my world
All the bars in county Cork
Your world, my world
Heavy rain, New York
Your world, my world
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole
World home with me
Home with me
Your world, my world
Barcelona cobbled streets
Your world, my world
Paris, 1968
Your world, my world
Words along the Berlin wall
Your world, my world
When it's just about to fall
Your world, my world
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole
World home with me
Home with me
Your world, my world
Your world, my world
Your world, my world
Graceland's, Memphis, Tennessee
Your world, my world
Killing time, napole
Your world, my world
Autumn Warsaw, grey and green
Your world, my world
Kronstadt 1917
Your world, my world
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole
World home with me
Home with me
I sailed the seven seas
Carved my love on trees
I brought the whole
World home with me
Home with me
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Homophobia
Up behind the Bus-stop in the toilets off the street
There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet
Mixed up with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor
From the boy who got his head kicked in a night or two before
Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
In the pubs, clubs and burgerbars breeding pens for pigs
Alcohol, testosterons and ignorance and fist
Packs of hunting animals roam across the town
They find an easy victim and they punch him to the ground
Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
The siren of the ambulance the deadpan of the cops
Chalk to mark the outline where the boy first dropped
Beware the holy trinity - church and state and law
For every death the virus gets more deadly then before
Homophobia
The worst disease
You can't love who you want to love in times like these
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Hopscotch
Now this is where it all begins
A piece of chalk and a boot-polish tin
Hit the streets, no time to wait
Draw them squares out, 1 to 8
Hopscotch!
Throw that tin and hop along
And now you're ready to sing the song
I said a-hopscotch a-hoppety-hop
Keep on hopping, no time to stop
It's called hopscotch!
Th-th-th-they call it hopscotch!
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Horses For Courses
Cut and clipped to make you sleek
Whipped and brushed from stall to track
Laden down with heavy pack
Or carrying rider on your back
And finally your neck is broken
Pushed too hard at beeches brook
I'll bet, i'll bet
Thirteen to one
Thirteen to one
And the damage done
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House Plants
But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly
Every day
We give our heroes license to kill in reality
Just like on tv
And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls
Treats them as property
A pile of shit we don't see it, though we watch it on telly
Every day
That's an electrode in our front rooms a house plant
Pumping in signals
Only five feet from being an implant
Pumping in signals
How often do we leave it switched on?
Channel s.h.1.t.
How often do we sit there switched off?
Staring at it blindly?
Jane's dad closed the book
'not another peep out of you tonight,' he whispered
'it's not fair,' thought jane, 'why's it always the boys who get to do the exciting things?'
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How Dare They Call It Football
Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets
From words and images to advertising
From Colonel Sanders to cop-car sirens
And now the American Football circus
More showbiz sport come to plague us
Plastic pitches, plastic tradition
Another part of the US invasion
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Hurling And Imperialism
Hurling, the national sport of ireland
Was banned in 1366
As part of an anglo-norman attempt
To crush all gaelic resistance
It failed
Over six hundred years of british repression
Has never stopped the people from fighting back
They still play hurling and as you'd expect
The brits still defend as the irish attack
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I Want More
Wipe clean couple
Pinched last supper
Counting pretty penny
John Betjeman
Some dead liar
Quiet pink picture
Under heavy manners
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
So politely
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want
Bite size China
Tea or tartar
Lipstick traces
Table set to bless
Sweet charity
Lukewarm whisper
Still life platter
Under heavy manners
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
So politely
This is Tearoom England
They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want
No hurry
So sorry
Don't worry
No hurry
So sorry
Don't worry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
I want more!
More!
I want more!
More!
I want more!
More!
I want more!
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I'm A Winner, Baby
A little over five minutes ago...
I'm a winner, baby
(Repeat)
A little over five minutes ago...
(Repeat)
I'm a winner, baby
(Repeat)
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I'm Coming Out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
I had a fling with Doris Day
(I'm coming out)
I almost got her in the family way
(I'm coming out)
I gotta see what the papers say
(I'm coming out)
All dressed up in drag
(All dressed up in drag)
Inside a Gucci body bag
(In a Gucci body bag)
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
My self denial couldn't get any worse
(I'm coming out)
First confession second verse
(I'm coming out)
I forget myself but I remember the words
All dressed up in drag
(All dressed up in drag)
Inside a Gucci body bag
(In a Gucci body bag)
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's have a shake up
(I'm coming out)
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin'
'Round my house again
Johnny, Johnny
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I'm in Trouble Again
Norman Rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs
They're just diggin' up the cellar floor
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
People say I'm nasty mean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
I'm the girl from stars in their eyes
But I walked into a life of crime
Now I turn water into corporate pop
And Danbert is a friend of mine
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
People say I'm nasty mean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I feel sick, c'mon
Tried to be so squeaky clean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
People say I'm nasty mean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
Tried to be so squeaky clean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
People say I'm nasty mean
But I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
(I'm in trouble again)
Harry, tomorrow we sit together
And discuss the timing
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I'm with Stupid
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Another white boy band
They're happy on demand
Everything is planned
Until the singer gets a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? This could get to be a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? This could get to be a habit
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
I'm going out of my head
Inside a T.A.Z
You won't catch me livin' or dead
On the Hollywood A-list
Guess what?
Guess what? The Hollywood A-list
Guess what?
Guess what? Come and get your arse kissed
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
And now for the rest of this record
We have a selection of musical items
A stereo treat, as a reward for all your hard work
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I'm Coming Out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
I had a fling with doris day
I'm coming out
I almost got her in the family way
I'm coming out
I gotta see what the papers say
I'm coming out
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
My self denial couldn't get any worse
I'm coming out
First confession second verse
I'm coming out
I forget myself but i remember the... words
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
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I'm In Trouble Again
C'mon
Norman rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs
They're just digging up the cellar floor
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I'm the girl from stars in their eyes but i walked into a life of crime
Now i turn water into corporate pop, and danbert is a friend of mine
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I feel sick
C'mon
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing
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I'm Not Sorry I Was Having Fun
By the time i got to woodstock
It was going up in flames
In june under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got rush limbaugh on your side
But i got ricky tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
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I'm Thick
This is for gary bushell
I'm thick (repeat)
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I'm With Stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Another white boy band
They're happy on demand
Everything is planned
Until the singer gets a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
I'm going out of my head
Inside a t.a.z.
You won't catch me living or dead
On the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Guess what? the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Come and get your arse kissed
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
(repeats)
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
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If It Is to Be, It Is up to Me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
(If it is to be, it is up to me)
(If it is to be, it is up to me)
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
(If it is to be, it is up to me)
(If it is to be, it is up to me)
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal piss
Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss
I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
A five times champion wouldn't row as fast
Caught in the eddies between future and past
Blowing a hurricane from the royal arse
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
If it is to be, it is up to me
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
And as we sail, blows wild the gale
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If It's To Be It's Up To Me
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal piss
Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss
I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
A five times champion wouldn't row as fast
Caught in the eddies between future and past
Blowing a hurricane from the Royal arse
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)
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In Praise Of Sumo
Someone carved from jelly
Huge yet nimble
Strong yet gentle
They pace the sawdust circle
No flicker of emotion
Huge yet nimble
Strong yet gentle
Years of dedication
Mental preparation
Huge yet nimble
Strong yet gentle
Two gigantic Buddhas
Someone carved from jelly
Huge yet nimble
Strong yet gentle
Two blancmange mountains
On a plate of sand
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In The Thick Of It
Chap aged twenty-three
Some pieces of my mind
I can be so happy just lying down
Back to the brown, looking up at the stars
On a clear summer's night i can think wow!
Well, i don't even have to think it, i just feel it
But i can be sad, so fucking sad
Lying on my side on my bed staring into space
And i can think, what a hassle what a bastard
What a load of shit life is
Life is wonderful, so intricate yet simple
It truly amazes me
How poeple like me confuse and abuse it
When really it's so precious to me
But i hold on, i hold on for dear life
To my fears as much as i do my hopes
I get bogged down and i dissappear
At times like this i just can't see very clear
Clearly a wise person once said to me
Life is, and that is all there is
To it, t'woo to it, t'woo
That's all there is to it, you twit
And so my lifes goes on, and on, and on, and on
Like i said, earlier on, it's really so precious to me
And that's the way it is, and that's the why i'm here
And it's worth shouting about, and this is how it sounds
And it's as simple as this, i just want to be loved
Same as anybody else, i just want to be loved
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Indoor League
Na then!
Get another drink!
And get yourself sat down
We'll have a game of shave ha'penny
And loser gets next round
Get another drink!
And get your arrows out
We'll have a game of 501
And mine's a pint of stout
So get another drink!
And you've got two shots
And now i can't remember
Who's the stripes and who's the spots
So get another drink!
I can't make it the bar
Too much sport you understand
And too much beer
I'll sithi!
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Insectkind
Chapter seven
There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home
Insects are material, they're not inferior
Insects are material, they're not inferior
What do we want?
Insect liberation!
When do we want it?
Now!
Insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
An insect loses its way one day and gets trapped in the house
An insect in the house, but not in this month's issue of "wonderful home"
Fly spray or stinky thing, hanging from the ceiling
A rolled up neswpaper on the head, the poor insect ends up dead dead dead dead
But insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
They eat shit, and they're walking on it!
They fly around from town to town spreading disease
They're ugly little monsters, and i hate them
Won't you get rid of them for me? please!
But who likes the taste, who makes use of our waste?
Who puts the goodness back into the soil?
It's insects, bacteria, germs, and worms
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Invasion
By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east
And meanwhile, they're carving up the land
The anglo-american military have taken full command
It's keeping us fed we're consuming it all
Fat on its culture and military control
Preparing for war bit by bit
Whilst we're watching its telly and eating its shit
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out for central america
They've got it all worked out for ireland
By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent
Born in the shadow of the usa
Taught the fundamental bullshit every day
Force fed on a diet of great british lies
Media distortions censor our minds
Passive spectators of royalty
Too diverted to care if we're free
Ici, bp, thorn emi
Red, white, and blue logos, british pride
With a big mac in one hand and a coke at our sides
We've accepted their culture and swallowed their lies
They've put up more fences, watched us and spied
And cleverly told us they've got nothing to hide
For too long we've watched them preparing for battle
But the fightback is started little by little
Kicking at the midst of passive defense
Refusing cruise means tearing down fences
At greenham and molesworth, fences you can see
But then there's all the barriers that are built around me
Political, economic, cultural, social
And people who live in glass houses
Shouldn't encourage others to throw stones
Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect
And colonel sanders, you're next
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Irish Joke
'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
Sick and tired of irish jokes
He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye)
Left his home to have some fun
Packed his clothes and a gatling gun
Secretly, with ill intent
Into the house of parliament
Where politicians sit and croak (hear hear)
Inventing all those racist jokes
He pulls the gun out from his coat
And loudly shouts out 'here's my vote!'
'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
'...he had the last laugh.'
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Isn't It Horrible?
I can't look
He fell on the ski-jump
And he's not getting up
The car he was driving
Just blew a tire
Oh isn't it horrible?
He's all on fire
The race she was running
Was terribly tough
She collapsed with a hamstring
And they stretchered her off
And just when the speedboat
Was picking up speed
It smashed on a wave
And both drivers were dead
Dead!
Oh isn't it horrible?
The hidden thought
That death and injury
Makes for popular sport
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Isn't It Horrible?
Oh isn't it horrible?
I can't look
He fell on the ski-jump
And he's not getting up
The car he was driving
Just blew a tire
Oh isn't it horrible?
He's all on fire
The race she was running
Was terribly tough
She collapsed with a hamstring
And they stretchered her off
And just when the speedboat
Was picking up speed
It smashed on a wave
And both drivers were dead
Dead!
Oh isn't it horrible?
The hidden thought
That death and injury
Makes for popular sport
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Isolation
Come out of our corners
Keep moving, keep changing, start working together
We can change this world by changing ourselves
Make our hands one hand
Resist and realize
We are not isolated by distance
But by the fear of the consequences of honesty
Too scared to look inside ourselves
But eager to change the world
Never breaking the silence between you and me
We talk of universal peace
Whilst we fight internal wars
Ireland, el salvador, battles to win
But the real revolution starts within
All of our differences deep and wide
Are the differences that we build inside
(repeat as round)
And whilst we keep that space between us all
They keep invading and they keep control
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It's a Man's Game
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there's more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, "Let's talk about us"
He's silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball's in his court, but he don't know how to play
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It's A Man's Game
All through the game he shouts at his mates
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there's more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, "let's talk about us"
He's silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball's in his court, but he don't know how to play
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Jack Horner
You see who's over there in the corner?
Little jack horner, sat in a corner...
I say, i say, i say
Why'd jack horner sit in the corner?
The story goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well i'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he said, 'teacher you are wrong, the british army killed a lot of people too. the empire's built on the broken backs and the stolen land of all them blacks, all paid for out of your income tax.'
She said, 'i won't stand for that. don't give me your back chat, the headmaster will surely hear of this.'
She said, 'don't speak until you're spoken to. i'll tell you what you can and can't do. now go and sit in that corner 'till i get back.'
Jack was all alone
Struggling on his own
But when the head walked in the children made such a din
They said, 'jack get up, you got to get out. don't let them push you about, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. jack get out, don't sell out, don't compromise with christmas pies, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. keep shouting back, you tell 'em jack, don't swallow none of their crap, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. calling jack horners everywhere, don't bend to authority which doesn't care, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead.'
Jane got up, she helped jack out, she said, 'teachers don't mess us about, we won't listen to your dirty lies. it's you who've got your fingers in the pie. people die, you don't question why, we won't study your lies, we won't eat your christmas pie, we won't eat dead animal pie, we won't eat nukiller pie, we won't eat your pie r squared, and if you really cared, neither would you.'
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Jesus in Vegas
And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium
They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you
Don't even worry about it, man
You'll love this joint
We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh
You'll bring it in and it's just incredible
The girls will be all over you
I am the Lord of the very last dance
I've got Tommy on the leg of my pants
I've got the audience in the palm of my hands
My good friend Sinatra on my right
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty five nights
One more little line, then everyone back to mine
(Back to mine)
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
I've got Basie conductin' the band
I got a penthouse suite at the sands
And my feet never touch the ground
Are there any Branch Davidians in the house?
Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse
That showbiz gets right up your nose
One more little line, then everyone back to mine
(Back to mine)
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
(Vegas, taking care of business)
Jesus in Vegas
(Jesus in Vegas)
I'll pull your goddamn tongue right out by the roots
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Jimmy Hill
If i had the wings of an angel
The dirty black arse of a crow
I'd fly over bbc studios
And shit on the bastards below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below
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Jingle Smells
The blanket shit coverage we get on tv
Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party
Based on the ad-man's philosophy
That total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Like freedom from involvement,
Freedom from concern
Freedom from responsibility
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love?
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Jos
Greatest fell runner of our time
Running the mountains
And working the farm
Cutting the bracken
Constructing walls
Studded farm boots
Attacking the fells
Then one day in '78
The final twist in the tale of Jos The Great
Four slipped discs, a career's culmination
Jos took a job at Windscale power station
Well, they say you can tell now
When Jos is out running
'Cause he glows
'Cause he glows in the dark
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Just Look At Me Now
Don't tell me lies
I don't need fingerprints, so
Button up your coat
Before you catch your death of cold
Throw away your books
They're building windmills
Three miles up
Out on the moors
There's an empire waiting
Look at me now!
I can take on the world - and win
Look at me now!
Towny go home
Whisper in the tower of babel
But I have all I need
I have shoes with sharpened soles
And every simple joy
We make it all so complicated
When all you need to know
Is putting the meat
Around your bones
Look at me now!
I can take on the world - and win
Look at me now!
Just look at me now
Both feet on the ground
My sights are fixed on the horizon
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K-2 (indian Restaurant)
The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
To the indian restaurant--open til late
Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
Last chance for action before they stagger home
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes
And you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes
No imagination, never stopped to think
A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
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Karl Marx Never Made The Squad
There's entertainment
There's politics
There's popular culture
There's dialectics
But never the twain shall meet
Never the twain shall meet
This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths
Who never put a ball in the back of the net
Who never padded up or picked up a bat
Who never spent an afternoon watching their sport
Never saw the bosses quietly taking over
Never saw the stadiums, terraces, arenas
Bought off, remodeled by g plan designers
Sold off and ripped off by company directors
All these so called "revolutionaries"
Who are too busy with the uprising to see what's going on
Will be shocked to discover that at this very moment
Ron pickering is preparing a crack squad of proles
Too liberate our sport from its capitalist oppressors
In tracksuits and trainers, the rising of the masses!
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Kinnochio
Are you sitting comfortably?
Then i'll begin
The story of kinnochio
The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose
A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most
He scabbed and he lied and he nodded and smiled and he sunk down low
Whilst the nose at the foot of his happy face slowly began to grow
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Little by little he noticed that his nose's enormous size
Was in direct and equal proportion to his political compromise
Despite his strenuous efforts to put the world to rights
His nose continued to slowly extend as he moved towards the right
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Eager for power and groveling for votes
You could measure his popularity by the increasing size of his nose
A dancing puppet grafted in wood
Controlled by strings operated from above
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Knickers
There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, a hole
{Now let's see what happens with ba ba black sheep
Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?}
{Dramatic}
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Knit Your Own Balaclava
Twelve stitches in sixteen rows
Two inches overpacking on number ten needles
Cast one hundred twenty one stitches
And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Repeat as knitted for seven and a half centimeters
Finishing on the second row
Change to number eight needles
Then knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Cast off twelve
Purl to the last twelve stitches
Break on acrylic, turn and rejoin
Then knit two, purl two, to the last two stitches
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Continue 'til work measures twenty-five centimeters
Finishing on the wrong side row
Cast off twenty-eight, cross on thirty-three
Break and then rejoin, cast off and sew
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
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Ladies for Compassionate Lynching
I'll be gonna
I accept, I accept, I accept, I, I accept
We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe
We spend all of our time on your talk shows
We put the stickers on your record sleeves
I accept, I, I accept
I accept, I accept
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Lay People
It doesn't matter how rich or poor we are
Doesn't matter what sex or species we are
Doesn't matter with which nation we associate
Doesn't matter what politics we love or hate
We've still got to go to the toilet
There's no way of getting 'round this i'm afraid
We're all busy going to the toilet
But not on television
We've all got to do the toilet one
But not on television
We're all lay people when it comes to the brown
We're all at one with each other
Cause somewhere in between the black and white
There's us just sitting or squatting
Laying down the brown
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Learning Karate
Concentration, manipulation
Movements swift, deadly, graceful
Applying oneself with dedication
Martial arts, an ancient skill
Of mind and body in unison
Learning steps, attack and defense
Treating opponents with respect
Gaining skill from yellow to black
Of how to fall, parry, and block
Martial arts, an ancient skill
Of body and mind in unison
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Leather On Willow, Etc.
At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree
And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary
I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree
So it's good the players don't take the game too seriously
Now there are no advertising boards to get in the way
And no computer scoreboard, hip, hip, hooray
Just an old bloke and a stubby pencil end
Who misses a run or two now and again
You see he's too busy looking at the sycamore tree
He says, "it's all part of the game"
And i agree
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Lester Piggot, Cell Block No. 9
The millionaires are closing ranks
Tax-dodging in the race to the bank
Listen for the slamming of the stable doors
After the horse has bolted
Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame
The jockey club is tightening the reins
All the wealth and power
Owned by a handful of people
With yts workers
In the star-studded stables
I have no sympathy for the inland revenue
But lester piggot, i'm glad they caught you
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Let It Be
And this is steve wright, we hope that those that lost relatives in this terrible disaster may be able to have a better life as a result of this great record
This great record
This great record
(repeat)
Watchers pray in times of trouble
Restless by the harbor wall
Waiting for the stormy winds to fall
With microphone and tv camera
Money and tears and a song to sing
This is where the buy and sell begins
For media and for industry
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
This manufactured sympathy, drowing in hypocrisy
Smiles to clinch the deals to boost the sales
All the owners of the printing presses
And postars crying phony tears
Nothing bleeds like the hearts of the millionaires
For the charts and the state machine
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Greed and lies and economics
A captains' crew to make the rules
And a band to play the waltz on this ship of fools
Media sales
Media sales
For profit, stars, and company
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
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Liberation
There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat
Never that cycle incomplete
Never enough to tip the scales
Too many people rotting in jails
Or bloodied on the battlefields
The history books from every age
Have the same words written on every page
Always starting with 'revolution'
And ending with 'capitulation'
Always silenced by the truncheon
Or bought out with concessions
Always repetition...
Repetition... repetition... repetition...
(repeat)
'i'm the boss of the factory
'i'm in charge of the u.k.c.
'shopfloor workers run and fetch
'as i sit around and smugly watch
'and the process makes me stinking rich'
We're all links in the factory chain
And the chain grows longer day by day
And whilst we're apart
The process won't stop
Repetition... repetition... repetition...
(repeat)
But we're kept apart by philosophies
And moral stances and policies
We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever
'til we start to work together
Together... together... together... together in the open or together in our little heaven?
Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?
Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?
Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?
Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back
Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back
The time has come to make a choice
Stop taking orders from his master's voice!
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Lie Lie Lie Lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
I failed the audition, for celebrity squares
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch Friends together, then you break up
I could win an Oscar, I could be so sincere
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
My psychic make-up, it's all over the place
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch Friends together, then you break up
I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Thank you, thank you, oh, thank you, thank you
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie, lie lie lie
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Look! No Strings!
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
That was the armley tabernacle choir. next we'll be hearing the true story of an american housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of jesus christ in the skies of indiana.
High above the streets and houses
Misses meta battle, with one hand on the valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over indiana, eight miles high
Meta battle sees the good lord wandering 'cross the sky
(chorus)
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
Gobsmacked, william shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain mister beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching misses meta battle
(repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
Meta battle shot her lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with polaroids all around town
And who knows, that jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
(repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
(repeat)
Susej em kcuf ho
(repeat)
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Lost In Rome
Was no surprise, when one thinks
Of all the rubbish they consumed
Those cereals and drinks
Lured by big advertising deals
Force-fed crap at every meal
Stomachs full and wallets too
"Eat this son and you're bound to lose"
Thompson and Cram now advertise
The same products with a different tack
"Lucozade Aids Defeat," says one
And, "Start First And Finish Last"
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Love Me
I'm an anarchist
I'm the anti-christ
Well sort of not really
It's not big not clever
And I'm quite a reansonable fella
Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop
good cop bad cop good cop bad cop good cop good cop
I was a wannabe and wannabe don't know what they want to be
I needn't have worried 'cos the man upstairs was looking out for me
God gave me the finger with his free hand
Now I'm his left hand man
Hey punk don't call me Mac
My name is Johnny Trabant
Love me
They call me the Great Pretender
John Noakes was my mentor
I'm a walking talking ides man
Here's one I prepared earlier
Stretch armstrong and his rubber band
Edwin Meese and the sex-police
Pleae Mr.Postman post-post-modern deliver us from Elvis
Be-bop-a-lu-la my baby-baby does good culture yes
Now I found what I'm looking for I find myself in another fine mess
Someone muddied my waters
I lost my way but now I see
I o.d'd on irony
I'll rediscover god for the next LP
Love me
Bend me shape me anywhere you want me whatever you want I'll be your hearts desire
Black and cuddly
You want love me
Pop me corc watch me pop like bubbly
Hot or not you've got to use what you've got
Where's the weak spot
Let me take a shot
What a turn on
Does it feel lovely
Love me love me
Johnny Pretenious moi
The ghost of Eamonn Andrews smiling watching over me
I love it let's shot it 'Jhonny Trabba the movie'
I paid my dues I sung the blues
I've done pain and personal hell
Pass me the phone I got calls to make
This will sell and sell
I'm as 'Bob Roberts' to your Phil Ochs
Talking political
So love me
love me
love me
I'm a liberal
love me
freeze-frame
love me
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Lying In The Dirt
Chapt. one - manf ugga-ugga freaks out
Man grabbed hold of the wrong end of the branch and it snapped
Man was fallen down
Fallen down to the ground, to the brown
He felt a right dick lying in the dirt of the ground
From that day on he reeked a vengeance upon the ground
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Mad Max
He wonders who he can buy next
"C'mon, Play the game the Maxwell way
And you'll never lose, come what may"
There'll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
If you believe what the Mirror says
You'd think that Maxwell's trying to save the game
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the biggest liar of all?"
There'll be the Maxwell League
And the Maxwell Cup
The Maxwell Trophy
For Maxwell clubs
Maxwell United and Maxwell Town
Who only play at Maxwell grounds
Mister, can we have our football back?
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Man Papers His Crack
Hey manfred, what you doing back there?
Come on, come unclean, man!
You can turn your back when you paper your crack
You can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reek
You can wash your hands of it, when you have been
But you don't fool us with your mister clean
We got the brown on our hands, a piece of momma nature's land
We got the brown in our glands, care of momma nature land
Hey manfred, manfred, listen to me, come on listen to me man. inside we're all brown in there somewhere, we've all got the biz. so quit holding ground, no matter who you are your brown still smells. let it out, man, come on. it's you soul, it's your soil.
As long as there's brown we'll be sticking 'round
You take away the brown, that's when we start going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down...
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Martini People
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
There's a wonderful world you can share
But only if you're stinking rich enough
Martini people are happy people
They always smile because they're getting paid
To sing and dance and have parties in the south of france
Wouldn't you do the same, if you got the chance?
Uncork the speedboat from the bottle and be whisked away
From reality today, to packaged dreamland uk
From the tv screen to the sunday magazine
Fancy cigarette packets, dead animal jackets
From the big flashy car which runs on british petroleum
From bp's investments in australia in uranium
Dinner is served!
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Mary Mary
No virgin me
For I have sinned
I sold my soul
For sex and gin
Go call a priest
All meek and mild
And tell him, 'Mary
Is no more a child.'
It's raining stones
It's raining bile
From the luxury
Of your denial
So I don't deny
I don't make do
I'll press alarms
Place bets on truth
I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see:
And now I'm growing old
disgracefully
Whatever happened to Mary?
I'll spit on floors
And do more drugs
Burn every bill
Get drunk on love
Wear next to nothing
In the pouring rain
Be a bad example
And do it all again
I'll be uncareful
I'll cause such scenes
And I'll never talk
Of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face
I won't go grey
Be a dancing queen
I'm growing old disgracefully
I'm so up and down
And I love what's not allowed
I was lost, now I see:
And now I'm growing old
disgracefully
Whatever happened to Mary?
Mary, Mary
Quite contrary
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Mary, Mary
(hail mary)
No virgin me for i have sinned
I sold my soul for sex and gin
Go call a priest all meek and mild
And tell him, 'mary is no more a child'
It's raining stones, it's raining bile
From the luxury of your denial
So i don't deny, i don't make do
I'll press alarms, place bets on truth
(chorus)
I'm so up and down, and i love what's not allowed
I was lost, now i see
And now i'm growing old disgracefully
Whatever happened to mary?
(repeat)
Whatever happened to
(hail mary)
I'll spit on floors, and do more drugs
Burn every bill, get drunk on love
Wear next to nothing in the pouring rain
Be a bad example and do it all again
I'll be uncareful, i'll cause such scenes
And i'll never talk of used-to-be's
Tattoo my face, i won't go gray
Be a dancing queen, i'm growing old disgracefully
(repeat chorus)
Mary, mary, mary, quite contrary
(repeat)
(yram liah)
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May Day
May day
(repeat)
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Memories Of Shilts
England's goalkeeper since gordon banks
Consistent, reliable, a safe pair of hands
But despite all his saves and all his acrobatics
I can't help recalling something more dramatic
Of an incident in the back of a car
When shilts was caught with his bottom bare
And the image of him and his apparent agility
Will stay with me longer than his goalkeeping ability
Bare! caught with his bottom bare!
Bare! caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare, he was caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare, he was caught with his bottom bare!
With his bottom bare
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Michaelangelo
Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the florentine scene
Inventor, scientist, mathematician
But less well-known are his regular stints
With florence football club
A renaissance soccer player
Good with either foot
A world-class all-rounder
Up front, midfield, in goal
He was great with a pencil or a surgeon's knife
But he was better with a ball
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Mick McManus' Haircut
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and half-nelson
Bouncing around for television
Learn the moves and collect your pay
I'll be the one they boo today
Nothing at all to do with sport
Just cheap entertainment, of sorts
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Mick Mcmanus' Haircut
The saturday afternoon tradition
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and half-nelson
Bouncing around for television
Learn the moves and collect your pay
I'll be the one they boo today
Nothing at all to do with sport
Just cheap entertainment, of sorts
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Morality Play In Three Acts
Act two, a new New England, watch the good seed grow. But who is this miss out-of-wedlock, with children of her own? Enter witch finder general, of melancholy humor, and irascible power, all dressed in goody-goody two shoes, pulling the heads of flowers. 'Let this be,' said he, 'a lesson, your dirty linen is your own reflection.' Said I, 'Somehow it just doesn't wash, away with your petty inquisition. In the vernacular, most unkind sir, fuck with me and you will see the flesh and blood and bone, the black eye of thine enemy.' Dance, dance.
Act three, 'I am the lord of the dance,' said he. John the Baptist, dripping wet, playing sir politick-would-be. Backslapping, backsliding, back to basic instincs, backfiring. By your own choice you're on a hiding to nothing, I ask you which is more comforting? The thought that I am bad seed, gone to seed, turned sour by TV sex and violence. Or even worse, am I unleashed by my own volition to do you ill? 'Condemn a little more, understand a little less.' Oh sad sir, thou jest! Ha ha! I am Prometheus, prepare thee to meet thy nemesis.
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Moses with a Gun
Your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling Casey Jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, Charleston Heston
Your father's favorite son
Round and round and
Ad infinitum
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Mountain Biking
There's pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
I ride my little bicycle, i ride it to the top
No red lights or traffic signs to tell me when to stop
There's racing bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
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Mouthful Of Shit
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What's the crack what's the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet
Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
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Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public
Mr. heseltine you drove into our town
The northern rain always drizzling down
Shoppers at the window stopped to look
As you signed another copy of your book
'cause you have all the power
And you have all the wealth
And we've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
We've got nothing but ourselves
So we'll do away with leaders, bosses and police
Reclaim our actions, rediscover our voices
Salvage our integrity, reassert our dignity
Power in the heart of the community
Mr. heseltine listen to me
We don't want power
And we don't want money
We're fighting for the right to decide
How the power and the wealth
Be equally divided
Old people in seacroft need money for bills
Single mums with kids want decent meals
And we all want new coats
When all's said and done
They're all worn out
From being walked upon
There comes a time when we organize
When we take control of our daily lives
When we don't obey orders from authority
When we disbelieve the myths of democracy
Democracy street, britain's longest running soap, with the added illusion of audience participation. our act tonight, on the left, capitalism that's right, on the right, capitalism is it, in the middle, probably the best capitalism in the world. remember it's your choice, your five seconds worth of action that counts. i mean that most sincerely voters. sit tight, keep quiet, 'till the next time. the next time being one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days away. well if freedom is the choice between greed and practically the same impression (?), then i'll take the one thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days. never mind the ballots, here's the rest of your life.
Mr. heseltine drove away
Two more appointments in the north today
Helpless and powerless
We join the queue for the metro bus
And mr. heseltine i've made up my mind
I'll never give support to you and your kind
(repeat)
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Nadzeroon El Babo
Chap. de terre... make the fighting... six...
Nadzeroon el babo
Last of the wizards
Living in his last retreat
Living in the retreating rain forests of
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
If we are to believe the forestry corporation
Nadzeroon was your typical pessimistic stick
Stuck in mud
Wood a piece of
Give his opinion
Mind, when you asked
'listen, peep. i'm not your wizard. your wizards, magicians, and kings live out there--bank managers, bureaucrats, and generals. look around you, see what they do to the forest. we have ourselves, peep, and each other, and that's all. this earth belongs to us as to everyone, and it's up to us to stand our ground like the giant mahogany, where our roots draw most strength. the forest needs me, peep, i cannot come with you. return to scare city, and there you will find the moneylith where man and his kind worships. only you can know what to do. share your knowledge, you'll find a way. peoplekind be with you. farewell.'
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Naming Names
Sniffer clarke
Chopper harris
The doog
Crazy horse
Norman bite yer legs
The barnsley spud
Bonetti the cat
Alan ball's white
Alan ball's white
Alan ball's white boots
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Never Do What You Are Told
This coat my royal gown
A stolen hand-me-down
No need to scrape and bow
We can be heroes now
For more than just one day
Here's how
Look both ways when crossing roads
Don't wear slippers till you're old
Never do what you are told
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Never Let Go
These red azaels
Never grew so tall
This well of loneliness
Could rise and drown us all
There is no right or wrong
Thigs fall as they do
Pulled by the sun & the moon
Forever comes too soon
People come/people go
But still I'll never let go
Ideas come/Ideas go
Still I'll never let go
I've fallen for the girl
Been mad about the boy
When you've kissed an angel
There's just no choice
There is no right or wrong
Thigs fall as they do
Pulled by the sun & the moon
Forever comes too soon
People come/people go
But still I'll never let go
Ideas come/Ideas go
Still I'll never let go
Lying with the squares
On the kitchen floor
Watch the clock's pointing fingers
They've seen it all before
There is no right or wrong
Thigs fall as they do
Pulled by the sun & the moon
Forever comes too soon
People come/people go
But still I'll never let go
Ideas come/Ideas go
Still I'll never let go
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New York Mining Disaster 1941
There is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed
Thinkin' those that once existed must be dead?
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
In the event of something happenin' to me
There is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
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Not Sport
Grouse moors trampled to the crack of guns
Greyhounds snapping at a hare on the run
Corpse of a fox when the day is done
It's killing for fun
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Not The Girl I Used To Be
Wondering
Have I given up dreaming?
Come down from ceiling
I won't do that again
Thinking
My misspent history
Mistakes to teach me
I won't do that again
Dreams I kept as a child
Kept me quiet and hypnotised
Cooked away my valentines
Served myself up every night
Couldn't see me for the trees
And all that hallmark poetry
I'm not the girl, I used to be
Wondering
Have I given up dreaming?
Come down from ceiling
I won't do that again
Thinking
My misspent history
Mistakes to teach me
I won't do that again
Trying to break the family ties
Chocolate hearts and tacky lies
Heard a thousand crappy lines
And I believed them every time
So I beg to disagree
Love's not taking all of me
I'm not the girl I used to be
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Nothing That's New
Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes
Stick them together with glue
You can mix a fine cocktail from memories
And pretend what you're drinking is new
But there's nothing that's new under heaven
(chorus)
There's nothing that hasn't been done
Pour me another double cliche
You can't write a song that's never been sung
Everyone's stealing from someone
Burglars get burgled as well
There's nothing that's new under heaven
There's nothing unique over hell
There's nothing that's new under heaven
(repeat chorus)
You can't write a song that's never been sung
You can't write a song that's never been sung
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On The Beach
Stitching ripping on his vest
Biceps, triceps, ready to flex
A gold medallion around his neck
He looks more like the Michelin Man
He's trapped inside a multi-gym
I think I'd rather be the wimp
Living life the Atlas way
Pumping iron every day
Eats his own big body weight
And never gets sand kicked in his face
He looks more like the Michelin Man
He's trapped inside a multi-gym
I think I'd rather be the wimp
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One by One
Up to the dockyards
To see the picket line
We asked him to help
But he just turned around
He's the leader of the union now
Leader of the union
All of our questions he ignored
He washed his hands
And he dreamt of his reward
A seat in the House of Lords
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
We live for words and die for words
Principles we can afford
When all our brothers turn to Lords
Whose side are you on?
You tell the world your hands are tied
History three times denied
A sea of changes, three miles wide
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
This conspiracy of shame
Murder by some other name
Pay up and play the game
Whose side are you on?
If any ask us why we died?
We tell them that our leaders lied
Sold us out, down the riverside
Whose side are you on?
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
One by one
The ships come sailing in
One by one
The ships go sailing out
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One Under Par
Away from work finding peace
With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees
You're out playing golf for the day
Hoping that with a bit of luck
Someone will study a chemistry book
And blow up the office while you're away
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One Way System
Everybody's looking for a one way system
As if there's only one way out of this prison
Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom
As if there's just one answer to all of our problems
And the biggest one way of all the one ways
The central circulating shit
Is m o n e y, oh why?
Why oh why, oh my oh my, all mine
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
And palm us off with the freedom of choice
The choice of a million and one lifestyles
Built on a billion and one false smiles
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
All mine, mine, make it mine, make it worth my while
Make it worth my while, and maybe then i'll think about it
Make it worth my while, and i'll see what i can do.
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One-Sided Game
The ball goes crashing in the back of the net
But the referee and linesman disallow the goal
'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the scorer is a girl
All the men they get together
Squawking, balding birds of a feather
The old boys club is under siege
So they'll never have a woman in the Football League
There ain't nothing like a dame
To the moral guardians of the game
All the men they get together
Squawking, balding birds of a feather
Sport and life, they're both the same
Traditional upheld, imbalance remains
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Orienteering
Compass, whistle, cagoul, map
Count your steps along the track
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Compass bearing sou-sou-west
Choose the route you think is best
Judging distance, pace and line
Head and feet to cut the time
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
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Outfoxed
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs
Aided and abetted by the local hunt sabs
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Outsider
I'm not alone, you're not alone
You see me, you hear me
There are millions think just like me
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Oxymoron
Shiny button-down clown suit
Oxymoron
Expand the simplest of chores
Oxymoron
Mr. Constant consternation
And his declaration of war
Makes a fist out of demands
With his plasticene hands
Matey makes a big big deal
Oxymoron
And Matey makes a big big meal
Oxymoron
Boasts of a conscience so big
It means his uniform won't fit
Cooking books and punching drunks
Working for the real crooks
The good cop
Oxymoron
The good cop
Oxymoron
I don't believe in the good cop
At the ticket inspector 's party
Oxymoron
Prison guards eye store detectives
Oxymoron
All good fighters of crime
Same repeated chat-up line:
'Are you well tooled up?
Come and have a go if you think
You're hard enough'
Watch them tighten their straps
Oxymoron
Yes sir I switched on the taps
Oxymoron
Heads to crack, eyes to black
Beaurocrats will cover your tracks
Here's how dictatorships begin:
Fools obey without thinking
The good cop
Oxymoron
I don't believe in the good cop
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P.e.
The new games tutor was like any other teacher
Same blatant ideology they're trying to install in you
At every opportunity they'd press us to compete
Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp on feet
How to punch, how to gouge when you're down in the scrum
"you've got to be ruthless if you want to be a winner, son"
If people get hurt as you battle to the top
Well, it's natural selection, it really can't be helped
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon so never be afraid
It'll never let you down
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Pass It Along
Come on
Come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive
Through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along
Don't leave the house
Pass it along
Don't leave the house
Aah, where do you want to go today?
Aah, somewhere you could never take me
Aah, where do you want to go today?
Aah, somewhere you could never take me
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along
Don't leave the house
Pass it along
Don't leave the house
Aah, where do you want to go today?
Aah, somewhere you could never take me
Aah, where do you want to go today?
Aah, somewhere you could never take me
Brave new world
(Aah)
Population one
(Where do you want to go today?)
(Aah)
Just pass it along
(Somewhere you could never take me)
Brave new world
(Aah)
Population one
(Where do you want to go today?)
(Aah)
Just pass it along
(Somewhere you could never take me)
Brave new world
(Aah)
Population one
(Where do you want to go today?)
(Aah)
Just pass it along
(Somewhere you could never take me)...
Yea
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Passenger List For Doomed Flight #1721
Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Jack Straw, bye bye, all bye bye
Billy Graham, Gerhard Schroeder, Tony Blair, bye bye, all bye bye
Boris Yeltsin, Mick Hucknall, Tipper Gore, bye bye, all bye bye
Ian Paisley, Pauline Hanson, Courtney Love, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Garry Bushell, Paul Condon, Ally McBeal, bye bye, all bye bye
Jean-Marie Le Pen, Janet Reno, Bill Clinton, bye bye, all bye bye
Judge Sabo, Bono, Howard Stern, bye bye, all bye bye
General Pinochet, Nicky Wire, Rupert Murdoch, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye, bye bye, goodbye, bye bye
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Polo
Polo has the biggest idiots
On the biggest pitch of any ball game
Polo has the biggest idiots
With the biggest bank accounts
On the biggest pitch of any ball game
I wish that polo had the biggest rate of death
Of the biggest idiots
With the biggest bank accounts
On the biggest pitch of any ball game
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Pop Star Kidnap
A phonebox rendezvous, don't whisper a word
Half a million by monday
Or roger waters gets it
My little baby, they cut off his ear
Half a million by tuesday, then
Don't whisper a word
Shhh
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Punch Drunk
The evolution of humankind
An opposing digit, the use of tools
Inventing the wheel, exploring space
Brain size still developing
Two men and a referee
Foam gloves and a silver cup
Devolution about to begin
Round one, ding, ding!
A perfect right to the other's chin
No tools, wheels, or exploration
Brain size still developing
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
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Rage
Hear the ghosts of everafter
Yell of anger
Ring of laughter
Don't go gently into the night
Rage against the dying of the light
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Rebel Rebel
Blaze a trail and tear up the past
Thank heaven for devils and sporting rebels
Count the black sheep, and stuff the rest
Shoot your mouth off, get sent off
Smash your racket on the way to the top
Thank heaven for devils and sporting rebels
The rogue waves in a sea of slop
Thank heaven for devils
Thank heaven for devils
Thank heaven for devils
And stuff the rest
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Remembrance Day
The white male complex shows its roots
Chanting seig heils, throwing salutes
From it's tiny brain to its outsize boots
In 100% british sheepskin suits
All the fascists gathered there
Fouling up trafalgar square
Proud and dumb on remembrance day
...amen
An afternoon in mid november
Tell me what you're here to remember
'i can't remember...'
'i... i can't remember...'
They've got police protection
They've got the boss's investments
They've got shit for brains
They raised their ugly heads again
'lads together, we can have a laugh
Goose-step past the cenotaph
Patriotic to the last
Of this, our patriotic past!'
No, they shall not pass
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Rich Popstars Make Good Socialists
Missionaries up from the south
Have come to put words in our ignorant mouths
Big company muscles flex
And we're all pulled along by the seat of our kecks
Popstars to lead us to the promised land
Same rich bastards in command
All responsibility out of our hands
Just work for their party and cheer for their bands
Red banners angry lawyers keep checking on their bobs and tanners
Same old dances and five year plans
Will never bridge the gap between stars and fans
What's unsaid is left unsaid as the bosses
Lure the popstars into their beds
Allowed to indulge in their political bread
There's too many people who agree to be led
The pied piper came today
Autograph autograph to lead us away
Out of the town behind the piper
Over the cliff and into the river
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Rip It Up
Too many crap programs
With too many adverts
Too much matthew engel bullshit
And not enough dirt
Media and programs
All dull and mundane
How to fill up space
When you've nothing left to say
So rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Oh, rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Fingerpost! terrace talk! wise men say!
Elmsie ender! the absolute game!
Not the view! off the ball! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when sunday comes
Kick up the r's! northern light! city gent!
Voice of the valley! the crooked spirite!
Eagle eye! and the pie! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when saturday comes
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Running Order
And you thought you were going to die
You said you'd never run again
And then you had another try
And you felt a little better
'Cause above all else
You know that no-one made you do it
You decided for yourself
And it gave you time to think
And a chance to unwind
You thought by going out running
You had wisely spent your time
For whilst the only aim at work
Was your take-home pay
Running meant you'd done
Something useful with your day
And you found your weaknesses
And tested your strengths
And above all else
You decided for yourself
Is it alright like that?
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Salome (Let's Twist Again)
Part punk part god almighty
Part fuck you part Mr. X ray eyes
- I didn't choose to be
Shouting for a living, it happened
Something snapped; and I don't know why
Too many slaps? Too many priests?
Fumbled sex in parks?
Or just a part of the me me me generation
The thatcher youth
Coming home to roost
If the old school cap fits, wear it
But I'll take my cake and share it
Burning down a bonfire made of teachers
Pay your vat bills on the cinders
Just you and litlle molly flinders
Doing the twist at all the dances
Don't look to me for answer
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!
Part sussed part amateur
Part love you part Mr. bleeding heart
I singalonga, jump uppa-downa,
Watch this space
I've got lungsfuls of this stuff
Both sides together in the commons bar
Just who the fuck
Do they think they are?
I am not a pop star -
I am a part of the class war
'Every revolutionary
is motivated by love'
I see the newsreels: 200 bodies
In a shallow grave in East Timor;
What am I supposed to do?
Forget it? Pretend it never happened?
Whilst politicians circle-jerk around
Legal jargon totem poles
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!
You tell me
Where does entertainment end
And responsibility begin?
Oh Salome waits
She says 'Bring me all the heads
Of all the heads of state'
Let's twist again, see them sing
Let's twist again, hear them sing
Let's twist again
Bring on the dancing girls!
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Salt Fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Roll on, roll off
With these words I drown
Topmast secured
Hatches battened down
Sometimes I think
It must be different on land
But from the mast I can only see tyrants
Still in command
Fish and chip supper
Battered, no bones
Hung, drawn and quoted
And drifting alone
One thousand lashes
For the age of reason
Salt for your wounds
When the cod's in season
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
We reach the horizon
And sail over the edge
Drunk on our memories
More sober than a judge
I'm wasting time
That I can't afford
I know I'd die on the gallows
Before I'd die of being bored
Drifting along, drifting along
Drifting along, drifting along
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
Salt fare, North Sea
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Saying No
And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies
And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies
Yeh, got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational murdering bastards
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Scapegoat
They say they'll take you anywhere but there
Believe every half whispered, half remembered lie
Where truth is a luxury they can't afford to buy
Scapegoat, looking for a scapegoat
Scapegoat, looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
Backed into a corner he barricades his life
Fastens up the shutters every night
This island is big enough for every castaway
But most of us are looking 'round for someone else to blame
Scapegoat, looking for a scapegoat
Scapegoat, looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
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Scare City
But we spread more disease than all of the insects
By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact
When we shit on people we are shit on in return
So we put out more shit we think we've nothing left to learn
We keep on spreading more disease than all of the insects
And after the people had built scare city high in the food mountains, the advertising men moved into the plush concrete drawing offices and started juggling around with ideas, and they came up with a concept and the concept was this: need is an anagram of eden. so they marketed need, shit for every occassion, replacing our real needs with a craving for the purified packaged shit. waste product. waste became the product.
Coca cola is drunk two hundred and fifty million times a day in a hundred and forty five different countries. they can shift shit anywhere they want, when they want. anywhere, any time, they can shift it. yeah, eighteen million children starved to death last year. they can't shift food because it's not fucking profitable.
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School Team
I always wanted to play
In the school football team
But the coach said i wasn't fast enough
I wasn't no good it seemed
I used to watch them practice
But i never got a game
I went to every trial they had
But every time i failed
I didn't want to be pele
Unlike all my mates
That wasn't my ambition
I just wanted once to play
The football team would travel out
Playing other schools
But they'd never take me on the bus
Although i begged them to
Of course they'd all return
With talk of robbo's goals
And how little nobby forder
Took the defense all on his own
All the ninety minutes were relived
Well, that's how to me it seemed
As i sat in awe and watched myself
Playing in my dreams
In my dreams...
Playing in my dreams...
In my dreams...
But never once the real thing
They'd never let me play
They just said i wasn't good enough
And i'd just get in the way
But then one day it happened
A real scorcher in mid-march
Paul robbo broke his leg
And nobby forder holidayed in france
Kevin soaper and big nose duggan
They both caught chicken pox
They were both at home confined to bed
To nurse their itchy spots
It was the all-important semi-final
Second leg of the cup
Against local rivals queensbury boy's school
They were one nil up
The coach turned to me in desperation
And he pleaded for my help
"this is it, your big chance david!
Can you make the numbers up?"
Well i grinned from ear to ear
And i must have looked quite chuffed
As i seized my opportunity
And told him to get stuffed!
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Seoul Music
There'll be new events in seoul '88
Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot
Hurdling over barricades putting the brick
Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples olympics
The people are angry and the boss is running scared
The olympics of the oppressed, and the boss is running scared
People are content with olympic prestige
It means the poor are evicted to house the rich
Let big business move in and advertise
To gloss over the reality of korean daily life
But the people are angry and the boss is running scared
The olympics of the oppressed and the boss is running scared
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Seven Days
One
One day, one day of paradise
One day, one day of paradise
All truth is opinion, believe me
Discussion has become a privilege
Creativity is a salesman's pr exercise
Style is the new currency
Two
Two days, two days of paradise
Two days, two days of paradise
No-one is safe outside the shopping centres
Reality is just an mtv buzzword
We are all just a target audience
Bigger choice of identical things
Three
Three days, three days of paradise
Three days, three days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Four
Four days, four days of paradise
Four days, four days of paradise
Life is a metaphor for television
Ideas are now soundbites and they never bite back
Everything is ok at lies-r-us
Off-the-pog crowd control
Five
Five days, five days of paradise
Five days, five days of paradise
The community is now anti-social
Do it yourself is against the law
Poverty is a fashion statement
The alternative has become the mainstream
Six
Six days, six days of paradise
Six days, six days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
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Sewing Up Crap
I don't know
Chain, chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain, chain
A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines
A perfect body and a dirty mind
The rules of this game
Say we all look the same
Chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain
We'll put a spin on it
We'll take a pencil to it
We'll make a virtue out of
Keeping oh so quiet about it
I don't know, and I don't want to know
I don't know, and I don't want to know
I don't know, and I don't want to know
I don't know, and I don't want to know
Chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain
Talk about child's play, count the birthdays
A stitch in time says, "Just look the other way"
The rules of this game
Say you don't know her name
Chain, chain, chain
Chain, chain, chain
We'll span a hundred years for it
We'll make a killing out of it
And we'll corner the market
By keeping oh so quiet about it
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
(Chain)
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
(Chain)
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
(Chain)
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
(Chain)
Working for the gap
(Chain)
Sewing up crap
One up the chimney goes
Two hawks a tray of matches
Three braves the weaving floor
All pray for the life of four
Five down the pit descends
Six plows in fields and meadows
Seven spins the hand loom round
Eight lies in th' burial ground
One up the chimney goes
Two hawks a tray of matches
Three braves the weaving floor
All pray for the life of four
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Shake Baby Shake
(Shake it, shake it)
Shake, baby, shake the memories away
(Shake it, shake it)
Shake this grown up barbie doll of a day
(Shake it, shake it)
She gets hugh hefner, but she forgets the year
(Ooh)
She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shake it, shake it)
(Shake it, shake it)
Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie
(Shake it, shake it)
Shakin' up the family with Pamela Lee
(Shake it, shake it)
Shake this fear of gettin' nothin' done
(Ooh)
If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb
{Somebody forgot about something, for sure
Something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable
Moribund music of the seventies
(Whats up?)
Let me feel it}
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She's Got All the Friends
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
That family money has a magnetic pull
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces, so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces, so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Versace and Prada, they mean nothing to me, to me
Well, you can buy your friends but I'll hate you for free
Hate you for free
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, it shouldn't work
I still look at it, most surprised it does
Pass it along, pass it along
Pass it along, pass it along
What's the matter? You make too much money buddy?
[Incomprehensible] sing from your heart [incomprehensible]
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She's Got All The Friends That Money Can Buy
Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but i'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? you make too much money buddy?
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Shhh
(chorus)
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
L a u g h i n g laughing
L a u g h i n g laughing
Just when you figured it out someone lets you down
Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?
No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts
Least of all this rock and roll, it's wannabee christs all dead and dying
Truth, get stomach and wings!
Mama cass carrion crow!
Pecking at the tongue of a still-warm body
Shut your mouth or laugh out loud
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
(repeat chorus)
We haven't said a word
We haven't said a word
For a few brief words and a few short lines i was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. and lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! ow mate, can you spare some change? too much. are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? sometimes questions never get dropped. hey mick, are you dancing? i never stopped!
(repeat chours)
Does anybody remember laughter?
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Shin-Paring
Sunday cap and Sunday togs
Come along and pare some shins
Winner often wins
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent's shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
Up the hills wi'nothing on
Down the pike to Todmorden
Battling at the village fete
Where shin and clog will meet
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent's shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
Oh! Oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Kick your opponent's shins, oh!
Hey ho! And away we go!
Legs are made to bleed, oh!
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Shock! Horror!
'forward with braitain!' with the daily mirror
'the facts not the fiction' boasts the star
The fact is that attacks on asians and blacks
By people who read this racist crap
Are higher than ever before
--but you won't find that in the star
Shock! horror!
In the pages of the sun you're alright if you're white
And not gay, or irish, or out on strike.
Toilet paper to serve the nation
'those filthy asians! and rastafarians!'
Deportation
Repatriation
Intimidation
Condemnation
Prejudice in the daily express
Wapping lies all over the times
And the molotov which burnt out the shop
Had a screwed-up daily mail
Stuck inside the top
All hail the patriot who always buys
These government-sponsored media lies
Who spends each lunch-break getting filled with shit
Who pays for it, and who believes in it...
Shock! horror!
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Shoot
I heard that in the first world war
The soldiers called a truce
For a christmas game of football
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Pointless war, pointless war, pointless war
A general later condemned the men
Said that "fraternizing with the enemy
Was an appalling breach of regulations"
So draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions
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Shot
All gathered 'round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks
Binoculars, poised, ready to use
Watching, waiting, there it goes!
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
The aspiring middle classes
They want to shake the golfer's hand
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
But the golfer is busy watching
As his ball lands in the sand
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Smalltown
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all i know
Is guilt for being different
It's always raining stones
There's a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(chorus)
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(repeat chorus)
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Smart Bomb
(Smart bomb)
Me an' Audrey gonna sing it for ya
(Smart bomb)
A headache pill to die for
(Smart bomb)
From all participating stores
(Smart bomb)
Ooh ooh
(Smart bomb)
Shine on me, oh, benign virus
(Smart bomb)
Uranium from arms are us
(Smart bomb)
Here's something for your first born
(Smart bomb)
George Bush Junior, sing along
(Smart bomb)
Ooh ooh
(Smart bomb)
{You mean you're tellin' me in Europe when
You get coffee you have to pay for each cup?
Yep
Donny, is that a high end cup or a mid range cup?}
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Smash Clause 28!
Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to london town to pay a visit to the queen.
Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me what you saw?
I saw the queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws;
I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall;
And i saw the truth, the truth, behind the emperor's new clause!
So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. you keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make mccarthyism popular, at last.
Blessed are the moralists, the judges, the patriarchs. blessed are the gutter-press, the aids-joke comedians. praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists.
Glory, glory, halleluia, his truth is marching on
One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. hide your inclination behind a straight face and a bible. third reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites.
Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. he's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. where's radclyffe hall? now is the time to tear up clause 29!
Here comes the preacher checking your soul. too late sir, i'd rather fall. we'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29!
Here comes a brick, heading your way. a concrete opinion says all i want to say. save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29.
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Snip Snip Snip
Well madam how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the back? i heard the coiners took the scissor to the union jack, with a snipper and a clipper and a bloody close shave making fivers, tenners, twe
, change. what's your size? what's the hours? no, you don't need the hassle--take the new short cut to the old clippy castle with the ramblers and the scramblers and the loiners and the tykes and the punks and the hippies living over by the pike.
Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip you turn a portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit; and every last watermark just curled up and died and now the king and the queen got a bit on the side. don't be bloody silly keep away from bloody billy cause he's shopping all the chopping going down along the valley, and supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure, but it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.
Please to put a penny in the young man's hat, then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay 'em out flat! just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks to the hills of hebden, hell and halifax, and the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies, got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes where every hot guinea is another hot dinner, with the weavers and the spinners and the reverends and the sinners.
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Social Dogma
From the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
{Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer
When we come back}
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Somebody Else
For someone to drop that bomb
Somebody else must do research for to enable the design of such deadly bombs
Somebody else must invest in manufacturing all those dirty fucking stinking bombs
Somebody else must obey without question the instructions to construct that dirty bomb
Somebody else must transport it, take the bomb from, from the factory to the market place
Somebody else must engender filthy attitudes which make making bombs acceptable
Somebody else must go to work to, to pay income tax so that governments can afford to buy bombs
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and for who
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and to whom
Give and take, give up your job, take some time today
Because the world needs you
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Sometimes Plunder
Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'it's all that the lady of the manor can afford'
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Meet miss morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Everything i do, i do it for you. everything i do is driven by you. driven by you? you don't have a clue. i make your songs better and you always try to sue! money, money, money--it's gone to your head. i sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'. dead? huh! you're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. new kids, minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads. then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the beatles and stones--who made their music first?
All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, i was only trying to pick it up for lent.
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'cause we want to wee wee too!
Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in england's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the devil's daughter
Bingo full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves christmas every day
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
(repeat)
You can make a living sometimes plundering
(repeat)
Too late
(repeat)
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs
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Song Of The Hardworking Community Registration Officer
See curtains move
Time wins wars each name is proof
I could tell tales
The tricks they use
Cut no ice, I take what's due
There are worse tasks
Than door to door
I take pride in taking more
I watch my back
Dark alleyways
When doubt calls I bank my wage
No easy choice:
The devil's boat or cruel sea?
I took the boat
When I knock knock at Peter's gate
Will he ask if I can pay?
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Spassky Fischer
Knight to bishop 4
Next move in the cold war
In the spassky/fischer battle
To see who rules the castle
Spassky takes hungary (and czecks)
Fischer takes grenada
Russian tanks to afghanistan
U.s. pawns to viet nam
But it's spassky rebellion
A fischer uprising
The pawns have taken over
And overthrown the king
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Sporting Ties
The wife buys my sports socks and irons my kit
I lose a golf shoe, the wife looks for it
And that's what I call teamwork
And that's what I call teamwork
The wife she repairs my badminton shorts
The wife types up the team reports
The wife feeds the kids whilst I'm on the court
And that's what I call teamwork
And that's what I call teamwork
And that's what I call teamwork
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Sports
When racing fast it's easy enough
To make a wrong decision
Just be sure that when you crash
You're on television
You're on television
You're on television
You're on television
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Stagnation
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die fo...
A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet
Waits for his call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a man
Working on the factory floor as hard as he can
The trumpets is a loudspeaker, fixed into the roof
The man can hear his master's voice
And it always tells the truth
The man obeys his master, and carries out his work
And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks
You see, they have an understanding
And this is it:
The man stands under his master
Whilst his master has a shit
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Stitch That!
So this husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log, did her husband
But as he lay and snored in bed
A strange idea came into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping husband
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband
When her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not move in bed
'sweet christ i've lost the use of me legs!'
But the wife just smiled at her husband
Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding husband
Isn't it true what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken husband
Kick out the jams, motherfucker!
Shhh
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Studmarks On The Summits
Business bought the athletes out
With gold medals and role models
Drugs and media and national pride
Why join in when you can watch it on tv?
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Staggering through mud and peat
Gasping breaths and sucked-in cheeks
Bogs like lead to clutch your feet
Through the rivers, over peaks
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Studmarks next to summit heather
Everything suddenly comes together
No audience viewing-figures
Just you against yourself
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
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Sugar Daddy
The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'empire made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.
Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. and we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside.
But what are we gonna eat, boss?
Ah, you'll think of something. i mean, when we cut that forest down there, within a year or two we can double the size of the plantation.
But we can't just live off sugar daddy?
'course you can. i mean back home where i come from the folks live off the stuff.
But boss, we can't afford coca cola, never mind all this fancy processing biz.
Well look, no, look. think of it as in investment, cash crops, you see. you grow the sugar, we send it to the dear old folks back home. who come up with the readdies, and we give you some bread on the deal.
But boss, there's people starving to death out here.
Well, between me and you nigger boy, there's too many of 'em anyway.
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Sunday League Footy
Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that
Not for a wage, not for fame
Not for directors
For the love of the game
You chicken out
You fluff the shot
You fall and shout
And foul a lot
Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that
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Sweet F.A.
Of the panicked bosses of the Football League
It isn't surprising that hugging and kissing
Are banned on account of the threat of AIDS
It isn't surprising, but it's another depressing
Part of the continuing homophobia
Of old boys clubs scared of men touching
Scared of men openly displaying affection
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Tearing Up Zoo
Through the turnstile, concrete jungle, sterile habitat of iron.
Symbol of brutality like supermarkets, missile silos.
Man puts up more barriers, creates his world, denies another.
Animal, unwilling captive, mirrors how the captors live.
Prisoner, imprisoner, it's only the cage sides makes us different.
(reading from the book and tearing of the book)
'man's genius is a mind with which to reason, and he has the power to draw out the full potential of specific elements. when you consider the many millions of animals upon the earth at any time, the priviledge of human company is enjoyed by very, very few of them. one place where wild animals meet with human beings is in the zoo. there is a tremendous bonding between zoo animals and their keepers. and though some animals are indeed contented simply to be fed, and have their billets cleaned, others, and especially the mammals, depend a great deal upon their keeper's company, and respond with great intelligence when they are treated with intelligence and affection.'
And the spectacle will always have control
As it keeps us all struggling alone
Providing little boxes for us all
Demanding that we never ask for more
And we all sit back and drug away the pain
In a world that keeps us passive and tame
Isolated we will never realize
How we're spectators in their paradise
Whilst we're stuck inside the ghetto we create
With distractions there to keep us all content
These fences are promises and lies
Lets take the blindfold from our eyes
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That Golden Era
That golden era
David Bedford, Georgie Best
Olga Korbutt, Eddie Mercx
Tony Jacklin, Jochen Rindt
Ille Nastase, Rachael Flint
Gary Player, Clive Lloyd
Bobby Fischer, Virginia Wade
Eusabio, Alan Knott
Valeri Borzov, Lillian Bord
Lasse Viren, Barry Sheene
Alan Pascoe, Billy Jean King
Franz Klammer, Johann Cruyff
Rivelino, Brian Clough?
That golden era
That golden era
That golden era
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The ABCs of Anarchism
There is a certain social process which is known and very visible but perhaps not acknowledged as much as it should be. It is that one where a new idea or an old one in new form, is accepted by a minority, while the majority is shouting treason, rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist, capitalist, or whatever is a term of abuse valued by that society--infringer--and they develop this idea, at first probably in secrecy or semi-secrecy, and then more and more visible, with more and more support until, guess what? What? This seditious and impossible wrong-headed idea, becomes what is known as... what? ...received opinion and is loved and valued... what? ...by the majority. What? What?
Conclusion
Look people, you heard it on the radio
I get...
You seen it on the TV show
Uh oh
OK, A B I O C O C C C...
OK, OK, you better listen to me good, 'cause this is the ABCs of Anarchism
A B C OK
We'll be singin' when we're singing
We'll be singin'
Where have the tele-tubbies gone?
I get knocked down but I get up again, you're never gonna keep me
I get knocked but I down but I get you're never gonna keep me
Get, never gonna keep me, but I get up again
I get knocked up
Piss, piss, piss, piss
I wanna be be be be be
OK OK OK
anarchy
You better listen to be good, 'cause this is the ABCs of anarchism
ABC
If ever the free institutions of America are destroyed, that event may be attributed to the unlimited authority of the majority, and oblige them to have recourse to physical force. Anarchy will then be the result
I want to tell you about anarchism
Conclusion
Guess what?
I want to tell you about anarchism because I think that it is well that you should know all about it
Everything I want, is true
It's your responsiblity now to see that I get what I want
Conclusion
Guess what?
I want to tell you about anarchism because everything that you have heard about it is wrong
Got it? Wrong!
Because they can come back to you and say
Who can say what it is?
I want to tell you about anarchism because I believe anarchism is the finest and neatest thing that has ever been invented
There's no right and wrong, there's only people's arbitrary desires
I want to tell you about anarchism because anarchism is the only thing that can give you liberty and well-being and bring peace and joy to the world
You just have to remember whatever people think is right, is right, even if it isn't
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I'll tell you what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I want an... an... an...
I wanna tell you in such plain and simple language that there will be no misunderstanding me
Facts?
But hold on a minute, just wait wait wait wait wait
Conclusion
Before I can tell you what anarchism is
I don't remember
Whiskey drink the country bunny tele-tubbies boutique located in Laurelwood across from Oak Court mall
Vodka drink the tele-tubbies childrens boutique located in Laurelwood across from tele-tubbies mall
Lager drink certain men getting their way
Cider drink the anarchy childrens boutique located in bunny country country bunny
Big country bunny
Drink drink drink drink
We've never promoted some kind of cliched stand obviously not too... whatever
But hold on a minute, just hold on a minute, just wait, wait wait wait wait
Before I can tell you what anarchism is
Anarchism is not not not not
Conclusion
Just never ending you know it's just going to continue to continue until they win and beat us down into a pulp
I get we won't let that happen well one function here
I get knocked down well we won't let that happen
I get, I get
At its best times, this nation has always had as its true source of political energy well among those citizens among selected places who took it upon themselves to act
Conclusion
Anarchism is not robbery, murder --were they framed--
Anarchsim is not a war of each against all --were they friends
I get
Anarchism is not mobs or disorders or chaos
It is not, not not not, who can say what is?
Being involved in something like this, I tell you, it can strip the hope right out of you
You stop really looking the beast in the face day after day and you see what the problems are and you do all those good things you're taugh to do
You write your member of congress you you write letters to the editor you you go out and vote you it makes no difference
Anarchism actually is the opposite of all of that
Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
Pinky winky
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
Good times
All the tele-tubbies were feeling very very happy
He sings the songs that remind him of the better times
Where's my head?
Let me think
No, I dont' keep it under the sink
Drip drip drip
I know no country in which there is so little true independence of mind and freedom of discussion as in America
Get rid of... and start over... either Republican or Democrat
We gotta get something to change the system somehow
I don't know how
I don't know how
I don't know how
Alright people
Alright people
You must avoid government and democracy
Would they prefer anarchy?
The founding fathers hated two things--they hated democracy and they hated monarchy--and they saw to it that we would have neither
Anarchism means that you should be free and no one should enslave you or rob you or...their way among you
You just have to remember whatever people think is right, is right, even if it isn't
Then tell me what's right
What's right...
If you don't know what right is, then you don't belong in this country
That's what's destroying this country, a lot of damn...
Anarchism means that there should be no war, no violence
This doesn't matter
No monopoly
This doesn't matter
No poverty
How can they not expect the government to regulate us?
Because we can't regulate ourselves
And no taking advantage of your fellow man
Somebody has to
The ideal were included, the ideal is a completely fragmented, atomized society, where everyone is totally alone, doing nothing but trying to pursue created wants
And our wants are created, it's known that they're created
Don't you know the difference between up and down?
Oh sure!
I get knocked
I don't think you do
No?
But I know something that'd help you?
Yeah?
I know a song all about up and
Down
Anarchism means living in a society where all men and all women are free
Where we all equally enjoy the benefits of an order and sensible life
Have you got that
Have you got that people
Conclusion
He drinks a whiskey drink
Uh oh
He drinks a vodka drink
Uh oh
He drinks a lager drink
If you succeed and achieve your goal with people, then great, the strategy worked
If not, switch your viewpoint, there are no absolutes, turn to some different people
You just have to remember whatever people think is right, is right, even if it isn't, and try again
Have you got that people?
Have you got that?
Conclusion
Have you got that?
Free, free, free
Conclusion
It is evident to all alike that a great revolution is going on among us
That there are two opinions to its nature and consequences
Conclusion
It says a great deal positively
I don't think you'll find citizens in the street who agree with the positive aspects of
Would they prefer anarchy?
Conclusion
This is your friendly stupid weatherman reminding you that when they can't have their anarchism I have to make it right for them, every time, how 'bout that?
Would they prefer anarchy?
Ha ha ha, I don't know
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The Ballad Of Peoplekind
Listen, peep
Don't you worry
Peoplekind be with you all the way
I say farewell now, peep, ok
If we hurry we might just save our day
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
(repeat)
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The Big Issue
(intro)
There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that i know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive
(chorus)
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds
(repeat chorus)
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
(repeat chorus)
(repeat intro)
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you, i should be every hour
Truly thanking you
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The Bowler's Botha, The Batsman's Gooch
Defending white oppression, battling for Apartheid
Blinded by the Krugerands
Ignoring all the shanty towns
The fascist, racist governments
The beatings, the internments
And Botha bowls a full toss and Gooch hits a boundary
Still padding up and batting for the biggest white lie
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The Bull Fights Back
Matador impaled upon the horns of the beast
Tossed and flipped, a sequined rag-doll
This frightened, tortured, mutilated animal
Has got it's own back once and for all
I saw the picture in the newspaper
And all i could think was, "olé! do it again! do it again! do it again!"
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The Candidates Find Common Ground
Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But lets keep britain working--either way we must keep britain working
Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves
Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders
(chorus)
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast
To us bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the british troops in northern ireland
To the wonderful victory in the falklands
To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the udm, to the tuc
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers
(repeat chorus)
To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike
To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments
One, two, three
To the annual rise in the mp's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism
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The Choice Is Yours
Watch ben johnson on tv
Or try to beat your own pb
The choice is yours
You decide
Get square eyes
Or get outside!
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The Diggers Song
You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin (?) cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin (?) cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all
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The Englishman Abroad
Taking on the locals, every man jack of 'em
Stupid, drunken, gobby toughs
No excuse is good enough
Arrogant, ignorant, insensibly pissed
When you've nothing to prove, you prove it with your fists
This is England's chief export
Football hooligans--an embarrassment to the sport
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The Fun In Games