• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• NEW BIG PRINZ - The Fall
• ATHLETE CURED - The Fall
• SLATES, SLAGS ETC. - The Fall
• PROLE ART THREAT [a] - The Fall
• MIDDLE MASS - The Fall
• LEAVE THE CAPITOL - The Fall
• YOU HAVEN'T FOUND IT YET - The Fall
• White Lightning - The Fall
• PITTSVILLE DIREKT - The Fall
• IDIOT JOY SHOWLAND - The Fall
• HIGH TENSION LINE - The Fall
• EDINBURGH MAN - The Fall
• A LOT OF WIND - The Fall
• MARQUIS CHA-CHA - The Fall
• JOKER HYSTERICAL FACE - The Fall
• DETECTIVE INSTINCT - The Fall
• TEMPO HOUSE - The Fall
• NEIGHBOURHOOD OF INFINITY - The Fall
• HOTEL BLOEDEL - The Fall
• Garden - The Fall
• EAT Y'SELF FITTER - The Fall
• YOU'RE NOT UP TO MUCH - The Fall
• THE $500 BOTTLE OF WINE - The Fall
• CITY DWELLER - The Fall
• 15 WAYS - The Fall
• UNDERGROUND MEDECIN - The Fall
• REBELLIOUS JUKEBOX - The Fall
• MUSIC SCENE - The Fall
• FUTURES AND PASTS [l] - The Fall
• Masquerade - The Fall
• 4 1/2 INCH - The Fall
• WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME - The Fall
• VAN PLAGUE? - The Fall
• KURIOUS ORANGE (Official version) - The Fall
• DOG IS LIFE/JERUSALEM - The Fall
• CAB IT UP - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH- V7 - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH, V4, 5 - The Fall
• WINTER (HOSTEL-MAXI) [A Part of America Therein ve - The Fall
• WINTER (HOSTEL MAXI) - The Fall
• JAWBONE AND THE AIR-RIFLE - The Fall
• ICELAND - The Fall
• HIP PRIEST - The Fall
• CLASSICAL - The Fall
• IMPRESSION OF J TEMPERANCE - The Fall
• THE LITTLEST REBEL - The Fall
• TELEPHONE THING - The Fall
• POPCORN DOUBLE FEATURE - The Fall
• BLACK MONK THEME PART I - The Fall
• ARMS CONTROL POSEUR - The Fall
• PUT AWAY - The Fall
• MUZOREWI'S DAUGHTER - The Fall
• CHOCK-STOCK - The Fall
• A FIGURE WALKS - The Fall
• CREW FILTH - The Fall
• BIRMINGHAM SCHOOL OF BUSINESS SCHOOL - The Fall
• RAINMASTER - The Fall
• One Day - The Fall
• DON'T CALL ME DARLING - The Fall
• BOURNEMOUTH RUNNER - The Fall
• WINTER (HOSTEL-MAXI) [A Part of America Therein version] - The Fall
• VARIOUS TIMES - The Fall
• THE MIXER - The Fall
• SPOILT VICTORIAN CHILD - The Fall
• SPECTRE VS. RECTOR - The Fall
• Smile - The Fall
• SHIFTWORK - The Fall
• ROOM TO LIVE - The Fall
• QUARTET OF DOC SHANLEY - The Fall
• PETTY (THIEF) LOUT - The Fall
• MUZOREWI'S DAUGHTER (in album Totale's Turns ) - The Fall
• NO X-MAS FOR JOHN QUAYS - The Fall
• LIVING TOO LATE - The Fall
• MERE PSEUD MAG ED - The Fall
• KURIOUS ORANGE - The Fall
• I'M GOING TO SPAIN - The Fall
• HEY! STUDENT - The Fall
• FLAT OF ANGLES - The Fall
• DEER PARK - The Fall
• CARRY BAG MAN - The Fall
• AND THEREIN... - The Fall
• LEVITATE - The Fall
• GRAMME FRIDAY - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH, V6 - The Fall
• WIN FALL CD 2088 AD - The Fall
• victoria - The Fall
• THE RECKONING - The Fall
• THE NWRA - The Fall
• THE CD IN YOUR HAND - The Fall
• Two Steps Back - The Fall
• YES O YES - The Fall
• YOUR HEART OUT - The Fall
• WHO MAKES THE NAZIS? - The Fall
• VISIT OF AN AMERICAN POET v 1 - The Fall
• War - The Fall
• TEN HOUSES OF EVE - The Fall
• W.M.C. BLOB 59 - The Fall
• SO WHAT ABOUT IT? - The Fall
• TWO-FACE! - The Fall
• U.S. 80's 90's - The Fall
• TUFF LIFE BOOGIE - The Fall
• THE WAR AGAINST INTELLIGENCE - The Fall
• TIME ENOUGH AT LAST - The Fall
• THE LEAGUE OF BALD-HEADED MEN - The Fall
• THE ENGLISH SCHEME - The Fall
• The Joke - The Fall
• THE BOOK OF LIES - The Fall
• THE APHID - The Fall
• TERRY WAITE SEZ - The Fall
• SYMBOL OF MORDGAN - The Fall
• SURMOUNT ALL OBSTACLES - The Fall
• SPINETRAK - The Fall
• SOLICITOR IN STUDIO - The Fall
• SPENCER MUST DIE - The Fall
• SING HARPY - The Fall
• SHOULDER PADS #2 - The Fall
• SHOULDER PADS - The Fall
• ROSE - The Fall
• Return - The Fall
• NORTH WEST FASHION SHOW - The Fall
• RIDDLER! - The Fall
• R.O.D. - The Fall
• PSYKICK DANCE HALL [l] - The Fall
• PRINTHEAD - The Fall
• PAT-TRIP DISPENSER - The Fall
• PAY YOUR RATES - The Fall
• PINE LEAVES - The Fall
• PEARL CITY - The Fall
• OLEANA - The Fall
• PAPAL VISIT - The Fall
• OL' GANG - The Fall
• OVERTURE FROM 'I AM CURIOUS ORANGE' - The Fall
• NEW PURITAN - The Fall
• NEW FACE IN HELL - The Fall
• MIDDLE CLASS REVOLT - The Fall
• MOTHER-SISTER! - The Fall
• MR PHARMACIST - The Fall
• MANSION - The Fall
• M5#1 - The Fall
• MARRIED, 2 KIDS - The Fall
• I'm Not Satisfied - The Fall
• LIVE AT THE WITCHTRIALS - The Fall
• LIFE JUST BOUNCES (another version) - The Fall
• LADYBIRD (GREEN GRASS) - The Fall
• CHICAGO, NOW! - The Fall
• GENTLEMEN'S AGREEMENT - The Fall
• Jungle Rock - The Fall
• JUST STEP S'WAYS - The Fall
• JUST WAITING - The Fall
• IT'S A CURSE - The Fall
• INDUSTRIAL ESTATE - The Fall
• I'M BOBBY pt 1 - The Fall
• IN THE PARK - The Fall
• Immortality - The Fall
• I FEEL VOXISH - The Fall
• I'M A MUMMY - The Fall
• I COME AND STAND AT YOUR DOOR - The Fall
• HURRICANE EDWARD - The Fall
• I'M FRANK - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH, V3 - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH, V2 - The Fall
• HIT THE NORTH, V1 - The Fall
• HILARY - The Fall
• GLAM RACKET - The Fall
• HE PEP! - The Fall
• HARD LIFE IN THE COUNTRY - The Fall
• HEXEN DEFINITIVE/STRIFE KNOT - The Fall
• GUIDE ME SOFT - The Fall
• GROSS CHAPEL - GB GRENADIERS - The Fall
• Frightened - The Fall
• Fortress - The Fall
• FREE RANGE - The Fall
• DAS VULTURE ANS EIN NUTTER-WAIN - The Fall
• FIT AND WORKING AGAIN - The Fall
• EVERYBODY BUT MYSELF - The Fall
• EVERYTHING HURTZ - The Fall
• FEELING NUMB - The Fall
• DRAYGO'S GUILT - The Fall
• Dr. Faustus - The Fall
• D.I.Y. MEAT - The Fall
• DICE MAN - The Fall
• COPPED IT - The Fall
• BUG DAY - The Fall
• COULDN'T GET AHEAD - The Fall
• CRAP RAP 2/LIKE TO BLOW - The Fall
• CONTAINER DRIVERS - The Fall
• CARY GRANT'S WEDDING - The Fall
• C'N'C-S MITHERING - The Fall
• BRITISH PEOPLE IN HOT WEATHER - The Fall
• BONKERS IN PHOENIX - The Fall
• BEHIND THE COUNTER - The Fall
• BAD NEWS GIRL - The Fall
• BILL IS DEAD - The Fall
• AND THIS DAY - The Fall
• BEFORE THE MOON FALLS - The Fall
• AUTO TECH PILOT - The Fall
• AN OLDER LOVER ETC. - The Fall
• A LOT IN A NAME - The Fall
• STEPHEN SONG - The Fall
• SLANG KING - The Fall

Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rock the record
Rockin' records
The guy's rock records
Big priest
Rockin records
Rock the records
Rock rock records
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Big priest
He is not (appreciated)
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Rock the records
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's rock record He is not appreciated
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long for big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big priest
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for the big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big prinz
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin records
Rockin rec - rock's records

Look under
Look under
From the hotbed of creation
in dreamstate.
The cure, bulletin, zeitung
Was in no pill.
Look under.
The cure was in no pill.
The German athletic star was continually ill.
For months doctors were puzzled.
The star would complain of the smell in his room.
On visiting him this was found to be true.
An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom.
A solution was only discovered by my closely
watching his brother Gert.
Gert was handsome, well-meaning, but slightly a careless type.
Not malicious, I hope you understand and grasp.
No chance.
But on returning from his clerical job, Gert
would park his Volkswagen at the end of the day
willy-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round,
so that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right through
the open windows of the athletic star's upstairs bedroom.
(carburettor)
I also discovered that Gert would turn his engine
over for up to an hour. I don't know why.
Citizens in my street are also
partial to this.
Look under.
The cure was in no pill.
Obtaining a new parking space for Gert's motor-car, athletic star soon
recovered.
Unfortunately, this being East Germany,
Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor
beautification course of the countryside north-west of Dresden.
And never seen again.
And never seen again.
Look under.
The cure was in no pill.
Had to look under the window sill.
The window sill.
Look under.
The cure was in no pill.
Had to look under the window sill.
The window sill.
From certain facts you have to go on and further
and often it is better to go around or look under.
the windowsill
etc..
etc..

Here's the definitive rant
Slates drive me bats
Therefore I say hey slates give us a break
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Everything's strained by the States
They are the grey ones of our state I relate
Male slags....
And slates, break hard, break hardly
Break the slates for Christ's sake
Male slags...
Male slags, knock over your drink
Pay for correct amount spilt
Male slags...
Remember slates are always outta date
In the fine light of day they have to face
Well I can't give a definition
The consequences of their plagiarisation
Male slags
With greedy bastard scrubbed hands
Kill jokes join gangs
Kill the safety in our lands
Male slags...
In the cold nearly old ska Jamaican dawn
Dead publisher's sons
Material hardship pawns
The Beat, Wah! Heat
Male slags...
(Dog bites the dicks that feeds it)
Male slags...
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates
With creaky pants and scrubbed hands Okay mates
Let's get onto the valley of weights
The valley of weights is the valley
Where they cast off the weights
And became trite, uptight
Deaf and bereft
A liberty mess
Female slates
Make pins of your whims
Break your balls , suck your thoughts
Rip off bands
With stuck up hair and new shitty pants
New beatniks with hoop shirts
Big priest - give us a break
Help me to fight the slates
Male slags....
How would you describe the slates?
Don't start improvising for God's sake
They are the grey ones of the state I relate
Everythings strained by the states
The valley of weights
Okay mates

Pink press threat!
MAN WITH CHIP: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.
I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane.
I'm a pink prole threat.
GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: Get out the pink press threat file
and Brrrptzzap* the subject. (* = scrambled)
MAN WITH CHIP: It's de-louse, safe-house time
(now v. bitter) When I get to the safe house
Hanging rhyme
Hang this crummy blitz trad. by its neck
Pink press threat
I escaped the pink prole effect
GENT IN SAFE-HOUSE: It's a new prole art threat
It's recluse, safehouse time
NARRATOR: Then the clan began
Agenda Item One
Scene: Safe-house Give them nail files, soon
GENT AND STAFF- And looking at this agenda, we have a bit of
now revealed a problem here
to be m.i.9 Get out the pink press threat file
New prole art threat the subject
It's safehouse, safehouse time
(ALL: Everybody hears the hum at 3:00 a.m.)
But in the safehouse, it's not around
Pink press threat
GENT: Get out and apply the wet lib file
Vs. this new prole art threat
Safehouse, safehouse tone
MAN WITH CHIP, That clan has gotten away with 100 years
dissipated and knacked, of sheer brilliance
at home, video reach, --Up till now
stereo bog etc.

The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath
Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man
But during the season
Hard drug and cider mates
The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like a uh-uh
Not much contact
Drinking, the men wait
They are set at nought
Because cripple states a holy state
Because cripple states a holy state
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht never got in here
Thought it took us six years
The werhmacht never got in here
And living here you whisper, bub
And living here you whisper, bub!
This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft mitts
But he's the last domain
Of a very black, back room brain
He learned a word today
The word's misanthropy
And he's running to and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And he's running with and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And going down the alley
Take the cats from the alley
Up to them
The alley's full of cats from tin pan
Come into the back room Brian
And meet
The middl mass
The middl mass
Vulturous in the aftermath
Middl mass

The tables covered in beer
Showbizwhines, minute detail
Its a hand on the shoulder in Leicester Square
Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of
White frocked girls and music teachers
The beds too clean
The waters poison for the system
Then you know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
One room, one room
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL!
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
Leave The Capitol!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
It will not drag me down
I will leave this ten times town
I will leave this fucking dump
One room, one room
Hotel maids smile in unison
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
LEAVE THE CAPITOL
EXIT THIS ROMAN SHELL
Then you know you must leave the capitol
I laughed at the great God Pan
I didnae, I didnae
I laughed at the great god Pan
I didnae, I didnae, I didnae, I didnae
LEAVE THE CAPTIOL
EXIT THE ROMAN SHELL
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
On welsh cat caravans
But the monty
Hides in curtains
Grey blackish cream
All the paintings you recall
All the side stepped cars
All the brutish laughs
From the flat and the wild dog downstairs

You haven't found it yet,
Haven't found it yet.
Look at the glass, turn your head
You haven't found it yet.
Moving down the lane inside
It's flashy Camden Town
It's that London lyric again
You haven't found it yet.
Impulses crowd your head
Too much to be absorbed
You're into the top shackle
Mental saw-down of your head.*
Which bemoans a simple fact.
You haven't found it yet.
It seemed so clear in bed
It's dark but your legs, they are dead
Your pen is encombed in mattress
You're not going to get it yet
You haven't found it yet
You're dying but still warm
Put this writing on your tomb
Spit out with dying breath
You haven't found it yet.
I dictate
Transcribe
Relations
Dear Cousin
It's destiny.
The grist that curtails the mill
shall make us strong

In North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down
Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin'
Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it
White Lightning
G-men, T-men, Revenue too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin' tryna book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin' it
White Lightning
I asked my pappy why he called the brew
White Lightning's full of morning dew
Took one sip then I knew
When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue
A city slicker came and said ";I'm mighty tough,
I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff";
Took one slug and drank it right down
And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground
Shout!

No current is waned
Where it wants to go
Some are only happy
In the throes
Of bitter arguments
Ready and packed
To ride there by train ride
By plane ride
By walking
Or from the insides
I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt
I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direkt
No no no Pittsville Direkt
Yes yes yes Pittsville Direkt
Stood off the train platform
Crushed cig in cup
FDA regulation state
Boarded at gate
Plane rides
I can't deal with Pittsville Direkt
I don't wanna trip to Pittsville Direkt
No love lost in Pittsville Direkt
And meanwhile
From New York to Skegness*
They don't ask your telephone silk
I don't wanna go to Pittsville Direckt
No no no no Pittsville Direkt
Please don't please Pittsville Direkt
Many a jest in Pittsville Direkt
By planeride
By trainride
What are they doing to Bournemouth City Park West?
Why have they got those masks on?
I wanna exit Pittsville Direkt
I'm correct about Pittsville Direkt
The citizens of Pittsville Direkt
Will be out scaring ghosts
Around midnight
Ride out to where the planets roam
Drive carefully! Mother-to-be on board
Boarding now from Pittsville Direkt

Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks* flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack of worms
Idiot Joy Showland
The nylon leaves are falling
From the twisted shell of your cranium
Your mystic jump suits cannot hide
Your competitive plagiarism
Idiot Joy Showland
Freddie and the Dreamers, come on up
Hey you imitators, come on up
Hey little singer, come on up
Show us your house and
Show us your cock
The working class has been shafted
So what the fuck you sneering at?
Your prerogative in life it seems
Is living out an ad man's dream
Idiot Joy Showland
California has Disneyland
And Blackpool has a Funland
And Flanders had no man's land
This place idiot show bands
Idiot Joy Showland
And now microcosms come and go
And it's amazing what they show
Your sportsmen's tears are laudanum
Idiot Joy Showland
The locusts are all queuing in
For Idiot Joy Showland
Idiot Joy

High tension line, step down
Jeanette Fletcher is strange but not in a horrible way
And Michelle Spencer is this tight
Come and hear her today
And see 40-year olds in multicoloured shirts
It never used to concern me
But now it's making me say
High tension line, step down
Buying houses and doing them up far far away
Got at my shoulder CDTI and behind me TDK
You have to go far for the simple and unadorned
And please excuse my words, wandering
High tension line, step down
At my feet CDTI breakdown
And I pick up the phone, no-one
And am far too far fast for sampling
Just spend my time avoiding
High tension line, step down
Life is nothing more than a disposable
Facial tissue in a brass bin and spawn
Take it out, I notice face imprint
And please excuse my words, I'm wandering
High tension line, step down

It's springtime but I still miss the streets at dawn
And in the morning walking your bridges home
As I sit and stare at all of England's souls
I tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh
I don't mind being by myself
Don't wanta be anywhere else
Just wanna be in Edinburgh
I wish I was an Edinburgh man
You can leave me on the shelf
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help
It's summertime but I still miss your skies so clear
Sitting and staring on a beach somewhere
I'll tell you something
I wish I was in Edinburgh
Don't give a toss about private wealth
And history just repeats itself
Keep me away from the Festival
And just give me a warm quarter-gill*
They say you project yourself
But I'm an Edinburgh man myself
It's wintertime and i still see the cobble stones
Clacking over your streets at dawn
I was really poor since I left Edinburgh
I'm OK just by myself
Cause our miserable king won't protect us from ourselves
How I wish I was in Edinburgh
How I wish I was in Edinburgh
I was always in good health
I'm an Edinburgh man myself
I will always give you help
I'm an Edinburgh man myself

Desperate for entertainment
So I turn the TV on
There's people jumping up and down
Then they have the panel on
And they talk a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind
Then they have the weatherman on
He used to teach all our friends
He talked a lot of wind
He talks a lot about wind
Then they have Carl Lewis on
He's got a ponytail and he's a vegan
He talks a lot of wind
He talks a lot about wind
I turn the tragic lantern on
It's a program 'Good Morning'*
It's a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind
I'm real sick and in distress
I got octagonals in my eyelids
From watching all that wind
I get horrible horrible horrible dreams
So I ring the TV line and get a lot of wind
They talk a lot of wind
You see them selling carpets
You see them in the shops
You see them on the kids programs
And they talk a lot of wind
Oh the boredom in my bones
From belching a lot of wind
They talk a lot about wind
They talk a lot about wind
I gotta forget about the wind
Has a lot of nerve
To talk a lot about wind
There's a roly-poly, roly-poly man
He's got a yak haircut (dick, dick, dick)
They talk a lot about wind

He can never go home
He can never go home
Stranded in South America
Nothing to go home for
Just another Brit in the bar
Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
Offers a job as broadcaster
That's how I came to be
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
But is O.K. by him
The generals have many enemies
And them I single out
What does it concern about me?
Good riddance to my native country
It never did a thing for me
It's a better life here
And I am not a traitor
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
Now here is his show
Hey you people over there
And those in sea and air
It has been theirs for years
It is a good life here
Football and beer much superior
Gringo gets cheap servant staff
Low tax and a dusky wife
Intelligentsia
Although your radio has been jammed
I heard talk about by chance
You educated kids know what you're on about
You've been oppressed for years
I hear Rosso-Rosso over there
And you have cha-cha clubs
You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
I understand you
I'm from a town called
Mmmm
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
He can never go home
One point is made here
The scourge of rosso-rosso
So what if I do propaganda?
After a few steins I feel better
But that broken down fan
They never fix it, them dumb Latins
There's a bayonet beside my head
There's a guard in the annex
Marquis Cha Cha
He never did go home

They say nothing ever changes
Which is certainly true of the Poly-ocracy
The sweetest sound she had ever heard
Was the whinging and crying due to the recession.
In fact, if you get up pretty close enough
She had a Joker Hysterical Face
Her back head's full of skriking* kids
There's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
Joker Hysterical Face!
Ted Rogers' brains burn in hell
Ted Rogers' brains burn in hell
And there's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
Joker Hysterical face!
By order of the assessor
There's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a cause against it
He made a mistake three times at least
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
Joker Hysterical Face!
When he came home, the hi-fi was playing
She threw his dinner down on the table
And there's no cure so find a cause for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice
When he'd finished eating, the hi-fi cried
Your face! (x10)
[...]
Your face! (x10)

You can tell by his fashion
That boy's been in prison
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
Always do it
Two thugs knocked down an old tree for an old lady's whim
Detective instinct
They were reasonable at first, it seemed
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
A retired of integrity
He was a blubbering heap
He should have served himself up
Preferably in a restaurant with meat
And wit...
...goes with
Detective instinct
Sticks some paper under the door at 8 p.m.
And my razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
The man at the bar had a v-neck vest on
No, it was a v-neck waistcoat
Accurate
Detective instinct
That's detective instinct
Always got it
Sticks some paper under the door at 8 p.m.
My razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct X 3
Always got it X3
Detective instinct X 5

A serious man
In need of a definitive job
He had drunk too much
Mandrake anthrax
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron
Tormented tots
With Burton weeping
His idiot contacts
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Roll the chubby round jowls
Roll the chubby round jowls
And Burton's weeping
His chairs are weeping
God damn the pedantic Welsh
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there to Tempo House
Go there and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
I'd sing ";Solitaire"; for the B.E.F.
But who wants to be with them, anyway?
Snow on Easter Sunday
Jesus Christ in reverse
I tell ya, the Dutch are weeping
In four languages at least
Oloron
Pro-rae
And Burton is weeping
Put your claim into Tempo House
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round and have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Illness, pollution, should be encouraged and let loose
Then maybe some would have a genuine grouse
Spring right out of the fetters
Right away from 63 Market Place
Tempo House address
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Oloron
Winston Churchill had a speech imp-p-p-pediment
And look what he did
He razed half of London
And the Dutch are weeping
Lusted after French paintings
Pro-rae, pro-rae
Put your claim into Tempo House
Go round there and have a grouse
Go round, have a grouse
Put your claim into Tempo House
Pro-rae

Man whose head:
A - Knew about politburo facade behind 'Kicker'
C - Who stole cafe's collection box
B - Who applied cut-up technique literally to himself
E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee
G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyser. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy.
Taped voice, barely audible: 'You can tell by the way [...]
H - There's a claque that makes use of Lancastrian patronisation of vice.
Their rep Jim Davidson.
The love of Paris infects the Civil Service.
Lichen on the...N
I used to have this thing about Link Wray
I used to play him every Saturday
God bless Saturday
God bless Saturday
We are The Fall

And it's painless
Sitting in subterranea
Ancient reference
To Mesopotamia
And it's quiet again
Hidden fragments, surface now
Repetitious history
One more time for the record
2013 Philippsburg Confederate graves
Are uncovered, throwing new light on
This 19th century conflict, sparking a repeat
These southern spectres were disease ridden, dusty, organic
And psychic
Rebellious mistakes
Occur again
Everything moving
In a circular fashion
Our words return in patterns
Our minds, encapsulating time
Gregoror, satiated walking thru' capitol
Stumbles on two thousand dead Thai monks in SS uniforms
Then fled to Hotel Bloedel, outside Nuremberg
A long way south, to a reasonable smell of death
And it's quiet again
Hidden figments, surface now
Repetitious history
One more time for the record

The first god: had in his garden, from the back, looked like
a household pet--but when it was twirled 'round was revealed to
be a 3 legged black grey hog; SEE what flows from his mushy pen
That person is films on t.v. 5 years back at least
he's the ";Young Generation"; tying to perform country and western
Do a dance here
SMALL SMALL LOCATION
GARDEN garden
NEVER since birth not eaten in a day
Never since courtship stayed up some nights
HE had the 'Kingdom of Evil' book under a German history book--
he was contrived like that-- See what flows! from his mushy pen
GARDEN GARDEN
Sodomized by presumption
(...... his ferry stopped at 'Pool port. revealed to be spolit
slate with largesse resource.
Wild Bill hick, shaves and charts at last, made the second god
sad -- he's coming up.)
GODZONE GODZONE JACOB'S LADDER
the best firms advertise the least
THE second god, lives by fountains that flowed, by the blue shiny
lit
roads. Had forgot, what others still try to grasp.
HE knew the evil of the 'phone, the bells stopped on Sunday when
he rose.
SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN! SHOTGUN!
Perdition.
He's here. I saw him I swear on the thingy floor:
up on the brown baize lift shaft he's here! He's here at last!
JEW ON A MOTORBIKE

I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'
He was the manager
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya
Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance X 3
Mit-Dem! X3
Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4
Pick the fleas mister
Eat y'self fitter
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter
Who tells you what
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what'll you do when the rental's up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to...
Eat each other
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter
(Eat y'self fitter)
Portly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured X4
Mit-dem
Don't wanna be a mid-dem X4
The centimeter square
Eat y'self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter
(Eat y'self fitter)

Not up to much
She's imitative
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live
Her mind is in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's Oedipus
Not up to much
She gets the check
For car tax
She is Oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered
Thanks
Too much Warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
A body map Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's Oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered thanks
Too much Warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
Body map
Her mind's in pieces
Her ballroom days are deceased
Love's boat is smashed
Against existence
She got set walking
Walking irritant
Not up to much
Not up to much
And love's boots
Smashed against existence
Got set to walking
Irritant
She's imitiative
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
Not up to much
Not up to much
She's not up to much

-A 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-That's all we get for being with him all the time
I give them a 500 bottle of wine
That's all they get most of the time
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]
Two days in the desert
What did they get
For all of the tears and the grind
A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-We've been through desert
-And blew on our shirts (and Brix' torn our last shirts?)
-And all the lightning and life
-We said so much to (just a) crazy and white (whine?)
-A half filled (no) bottle of wine
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-That's all I get man most of the time.
We been through the desert
Went through their last shirts
And all the lightning and crime
A half-filled bottle of wine.
-They're all fat gits and they get on our tits
-They're all fat gits and they get on our tits
That's all you get most of the time
For all the life in crime
The 500 bottle of wine
-Drive (been) through the desert (drive for) in 36 hours
-But when we get the ending we took
-The 500 dollar (bottle) of wine
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine
And I feel real guilty
The babies are squealing
Starving and pleading all the time
A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-A 500 dollar bottle of wine [x5]
-You think it's gonna get on my tits [x2]
They all bitch
They just whinge
And drink my last bottle of wine
I feel real guilty
I been through my last shirt
And I get guilty all the time
-Yeah
-C'mon
-500 dollars
Get down the fucking liquor store boy.

Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore
Random
It's a good life bowing to a tyrant
Gone
Christian gang chants sweet
Regional
Keep your head down for the moment
(That now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, Europe)
Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller
Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?
You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any yobs
(.....Catalonian)
It's January 20th
Euro-bore I support media
Keep olympic bidding
City dweller
Backwards
More than you can ever know
Mr cab driver
What do you want
Mr cab driver
City dweller
This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average
Cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull
dull
Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom
Get out of my city
You mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller
They should remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
City dweller
Cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver
Oh Mr cab driver
(He's up there now, listening to us, I know he is)
Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh Mr cab driver
What do about it?
Too much to drink
Too many dugs
Too much sex
Too young

No need to be down-hearted,
There must be 10 ways to leave your man.
Don't be broken-hearted,
There are many ways to leave your man,
Leave your man. x3
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.
Don't be disconcerted,
There must be 15 ways to leave your man.
Soon you will discover you are no longer undercover.
Break! Now! Fly direct! Post Office box!
You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into complete disorder.
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.
But don't be disconcerted,
There are 8 ways to keep your man.
Don't be down-hearted,
There are 15 ways to leave your man.
Don't be too disconcerted,
Use all 15 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man.
16 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man,
Leave your man.

(Your nervous system, your nervous system)(Underground medicine, underground medicine)
A spark inside
[Traverse up my hide]
And when it clicks
There's no resist
Every time I hear a new baby cry
I thank my spark inside
And you get underground medicine
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
I found a reason not to die
A reason for the ride
The spark inside
When it hits the mind you get
Underground medicine
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
I had a psychosomatic voice
And one time it might come back
Underground medicine
Underground medicine
I'm but a nervous system
Underground medicine
On my pants I spilled expectorant
And the colonel shot better with 30 pints
They took his cup away
Take it away, take it away
[Used to 'ground] medicine
[Used to 'ground] medicine
[Used to 'ground] medicine

I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah
Head through a blue haze
Waiting for the musical craze
We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson
Taxi for Mr. Nelson
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox, oh
No sounds at first came out
This machine had dropped out
But it made music to itself
Made music for itself
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now
I'm looking for the home of the real
I want a happy time now
Drinkers from the slaughterhouse
Weren't happy and went out
Noise resounds aloud
Noise resounds the lounge
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox oh
I sidled up to a fruit machine
This I was imagining:
Some drinkers dancing at the bar
Drinkers dancing for the bar
Rebellious Jukebox yeah
Rebellious Jukebox now
I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing yeah

Oh aye you're a good lad
Here is a pound note
The stupid bitch
They were made for each other
You should have met his brother
His mother was deaf and dumb
Well that stupid get
Played games with names
Of the place he'd worked
Of the women he tupped
He thought he were envy of the music scene
Part of the choosy scene
Envy of the music scene
Here comes long hair for the fair
No pay just take on the way
Those bastards stripped me bare
In front of all those people
Spat peanuts in my hair
And all the leaves are brown
And be part of the music scene
Envy of the choosy scene
Part of the music scene
And aye you're a good lad
Oh here is a new flat
That stupid twat
Made for each other
You should have met his brothers
Real [fuckers]
That stupid kid
Played games with names
All the gigs he'd worked
And the women he'd fucked
He was part of the music scene
Envy of the choosy set
Part of the music scene
Leave a mark on the city
I'll smash your doors down
Become a demolition worker
A metal construction worker
And behind our conscious minds
Our affections are turning grey
Yeah, we're part of the music scene
Envy of the choosy scene
Part of the music scene
Part of the music scene
Part of the choosy scene
6 minutes!
6:40!
OK, studio, that's plenty

I was in a sleeping dream
When a policeman brought my mother home
By the window I didn't scream
I was too old for that
I was in a drunken dream
The pubs were closed
It was three o'clock
At the bottom of the street it seemed
There was a policeman lost in the fog
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts
You can cry for your lost childhood
Will you cry for our lost childhoods?
But remember how you hated it
And worse cause you couldn't state it?
And it's time for the note, see it
And it's time for the note, say it
And it's time for the note, read it
Futures and Pasts
Look at the woman of thirty-nine
Look at the man of forty-nine
You can read their lousy lives
You can see their ugly face lines
They understand but they don't see it
They understand but they don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't see it
I understand but I don't read it
Futures and Pasts

(This is new) [barely audibly spoken]And what is that branch?
What branch is it?
Account is altered
And nine year olds
Walk around
In debt record
Account is altered
The grim visage
Account is delta
All yours
The web descends
Look to your grey hairs
And back your horses
About a week
A special allowance
Ran out yesterday
The Masquerah..
The Masquerade
The Masqueraderie
Like a fish dish
The grim visage
Altered again
And again
The fifty percent interest
Ran out today
Account altered
In succour
All granted
Knew your desperate comrades
Evaporated
And what is that branch?
What branch is it?
That has the pipe
Of Aluminium
Sprawling underneath it?
You rich pig
What the hell's it?
The Masquerah..
The Masquerade
The Masqueraderie
The web descends
Look to your grey hairs
And back you horses
About a week
A special allowance
Ran out yesterday
The Masquerah..
The Masquerade
The Masqueraderie
Like a fish dish
The grim visage
Altered again
And again
The fifty percent interest
Ran out today
In Bolton
In succour
All granted
Knew you

The house is falling in
Shove over
Nine to ten
Cloud coverage
Cloud coverage
The house is falling in
Ecstatic midgets
Cloud coverage
Cloud coverage
Force ten
Depressive gales
Force ten
Depressive gales
Times two
Force ten
The house is falling in
The house is falling in
Ecstatic midgets
Cloud coverage
Force ten
The house is falling in
Ecstatic midgets
Cloud coverage
The house is falling in
Force ten
Ecstatic midgets
Ecstatic midgets
Shove over
Shove over
Idle gossip
Force ten
Nine to ten
Ouch
Cloud coverage
The house is falling in
Cloud coverage
Times two
Ecstatic midgets
Ouch
Ecstatic midgets
Force ten
Ecstatic midgets
Ecstatic midgets
Times two
Ecstatic midgets
Nine to ten
Nine to ten
Ouch
Walks right in
Times two
Cloud coverage
Nine to ten
Force ten
Depressive gales
Shove over
Shove over
Nine to ten
Nine to ten
Nine to ten
Ecstatic midgets
Nine to ten
Ouch
Force ten
Force ten
Depressive gales
Force ten
Force ten
Force ten
Southwards
Force ten
Nine to ten
Shove over
Walks right in
Idle gossip
Walks right in
Nine to ten
Nine to ten
Shove over
Nine to ten
Ecstatic midgets
Force ten
Cloud coverage
Ecstatic midgets
Nation of nosy idle gossip
Cloud coverage
Shove over
Cloud coverage
Force ten
Nine to ten
Ouch
Southwards
Force ten
A nation
A nation
Idle gossip
Force ten
A nation
Shove over
A nation

Wrong place right time
I used to think I could do what I wanted to
Right time for me alone
Walk the streets of complete full homes
Wrong place, but I'm bound
To stick with what I intend to see through
See you, in wrong place
Right time but there's miles in between
I keep on knocking but there's no bugger in
I have to sing gothic, boo hoo
See me, a new reign
A new reign not to be forgotten
Right place, right time
Right time and Britain is mine
That day, on way
And all peasants will know OranjPeasants smile: big shine
Very happy under rule of Oranj
You can whine under rule of Oranj
Mike Clarke: sez I bastard
He is deranged, I am William of Oranj
Go insane in Holland!
I can't wait to taste anthrax turf again
Big Wren: homage Oranj
I an Oranj I have paid dues to the one
Who's #1 in heaven
As in Heaven so in Britain
(By Oranj I am Oranj I am one)
Can't dance can't sing
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Can't dance can't sing
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Can't dance can't sing
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Can't dance can't sing
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj
Cursed forever is William of Oranj

From over the ocean came plague
Via the ocean - plague came
Plague came & we're not the same
All around is pure tension
Beliefs and tears now & again
From where has this great sadness came
From sou'west flew plague
From northwest plague came
I laughed at chicks with frustration
Fear of plague has sent us home
For love at least of our dear mum
Father takes it in his stride
Says 'back in the closet, son'
Was it ocean brought the plague?
Over the ocean came plague
Plague came, nothing is the same
All there is is death and pain
Hearts now broken on our beach
[Love disolved as they do up]
Love dissolved by Haitian sun
Did South Atlantic bring plague?
What evil ocean brought plague?
Plague flew up from an ocean
From satan's tree and his baboon
A body's waste 'neath a gibbous moon
Rancid kid drowned in lagoon
From still blue ocean came plague
From Caribbean plague came Plague came in that Satan made
And our friends became deranged
Secret glamrock, gleeful hat
We stock Far Corporation
Glamrock family leisure zone
It was an evil plague
They sparked up and they built the boat
Put wind in its grim sail
Bringing plague and our peril
Bringing plague and our peril

[Official lyrics from the programme of the theatrical production of I Am Curious, Orange from the Kings Theatre in Edinburgh; contributed by Fiona Armstrong.]
Verse:
Curious or anj, I curious or anj
Oranj I'm curious or anj curious oranj
Chorus (spoken):
Anonymous curious is curious he's
curious, curious, curious, curious
some say what a cur and how#anonymous is he's
curious, curious, curious, curious
curious orange curious orang
brrrrpa bapababa ba ba ba ba ba
they built the road over dumb fellows like you
they built the world as you know it
all the systems you traverse
they rode slipshod over all peasants like you
they were curious orange
they were curious oranj
they disliked papists
they rode
and their horses loved them, and their
horses loved them too
they were curious oranj
they freed the blacks too
built a church in one day man-amish
their clothes were cool
turned into Napoleon over and didn't know
they made Hitler laugh in pain -
they were curious oranj.
They invented birth control
they were ridiculed, invulnerable to -
cool
Part Two
brrrp ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
they were curious orange
they were curiou ornaj
paved way for atom bomb
made the jews go to school
sent missionary girls to arab states
and the sun-baked men did drool
they were curious orange
they were curious oranj
pains in the arse man but they were
inquirin
brrp ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
they were: anti semitic
anti artic
anti gealic, you name it man
they were against it
they were the reformation spring,
and everybody in the world
turned reformation blue
they were positively deranged,
they were curious oranj
stuyvesant smoking
they were beyond Ooobenblief
efficient -prima to a man
they were curious orange.

You don't see rabbits being walked down the street
And you don't see many cats on leads
Dogs pet dogs dogs rapacious wet dogs
Owner of dogs slow-witted dog owner
Owner of rabid dog saving fare for tunnel
Euro-dream of civil, civil liberation for dogs
Society secret society inevitable nightmare
Of drift dog pet dogs street bullshit
Dog shit baby bit ass-lick dog mirror
Dead tiger shot and checked out by dog
Big tea-chest-fucker dog
Black collar sends East German refugee back switch and crap pathetic
Of earth-like lousy dog role model for infidel doghouse continent
Most citadel dog-eye mirror hypnotic school slaver and learn
Rot from dog on grass and over nervous delicate dog
Detracts light from indiscrepant non-dog-lover
Dog pet dog come home to ya
Come home we'll talk shit to ya
Dog the pet-owner-owner blistered hanging there death dog
Plato of the human example and copier dogmaster pet mourner
Dog is life
And did those feet in ancient times,
Walk upon mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth on clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem
AIn the dark Satanic Mills?*
Jerusalem
It was the fault of the government
I was walking down the street
When I tripped up on a discarded banana skin
And on my way down I caught the side of my head
On a protruding brick chip
It was the government's fault
It was the fault of the government
I was very let down
From the budget I was expecting a one million quid handout
I was very disappointed
It was the government's fault
It was the fault of the government
I beecame semi-automatic type person
And I didn't have a pen
And I didn't heve a condom
It was the fault of the government
I think I'll emigrate to Sweden or Poland
And get looked after properly by government
Jerusalem
Bring Bow of burning gold:
Bring Arrows of desire:
Bring me Spear: O clouds unfold!
And though I rest from Mental Fight,
And though sword sleeps in hand
I will not rest til Jerusalem is built
In Englands green and pleasant Land.

Cabbing it uptown
You're moving it uptown
You taxi it uptown uptown
And you're moving it southwest
You're cabbing it uptown
You're moving up sideways sideways
And you're cabbing it uptown uptown
Cabbing it uptown
Your business friend
Your business friend's Australian
And when he comes it's Gotterdamerung!
But you're cabbing it uptown
You're moving up south now
You're moving it uptown uptown
Sideways sideways
[...]
People going, people going
Moving it uptown
And locked in the door bins
Slowly slowly
Jump in! Jump in! You're cabbing it uptown uptown
But you know the best, Dan
I dunno where I am
I feel like crying
But cabbing it uptown
You're moving up sideways
Moving up slowly
You're cabbing it uptown
(Taxi! .....)
You'd better cab it up slowly
Moving in circles
A Shepherd's Bush man
Eats from a can
He taxi it southwest southwest
He moving it uptown uptown
Uptown Uptown
You'd better cab it up slowly
You'd better taxi it slowly
You'd better cab it slowly
You'd better cab it up
Jump in! Jump in!
Michael! Michael!

Hit the North
My cat says wheeeee-ack
Hit the North
90% corn-pone and hayseed, guaranteed
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
What the hell, they're not too bad
And we're just sssss
Hit the North
Will ya!
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
Hit the North
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Just savages, just savages
Hit the North
My cat says eeeee-ack
Hit the North
Manacled to the city
All estate agents alive yell down the night in hysterical breath
And from the back of the third eye psyche the inducement come forth
Hit the North

My cat says ack
Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
Would you credit it, town and county names exist like Bradford
Just sav...
Computers infest the hotels
Cops [I'm, uh, wired] to catch criminals
They're not too bad, I think what the hell, they talk to God
Those were just savages, those were just savages
In Him we trust
Hit the North, will ya Hit the North
Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck.
Under wrong influence from French corpse, light summer-type pale
lemon clothes, young Connie-type aerobic chicks
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
All estate agents alive yell down the nights in hysterical breath
The government say, the government says
Go forth, go forth
No lights so pretty
In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian
lager,
the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
You've got Manny in the library
Working off a hangover 3.30
You get the spleen at 3.15
But it's 3.30
The mad kid walked the left side, towards me.
His mother was a cleaning lady. She had a large black dog.
And this day, on the road, the mad kid said to his mother
";Give me the lead, give me the lead, give me the lead!";
I just walked past the alcoholics dry-out unit and the can on the
lawn, was littered with cans of barbican. That's an alcohol-free
lager. Well, anyway, there was a feminist Austin maxi parked
outside, with anti-nicotine anti-nuclear crap on the side.
Well anyway, I digress. The mad kid, two days before, had said
to me, ";Look boy, I'll take both of you on, I'll take both of you
on."; He had just got back from the backwards kids' party. He
had a black duffle-coat, and a black party archbishop's hat
with three bars for a skull-and-crossbones. And this day he
looked like the victim of a pogrom.
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Please take this medallion
Please wear this medallion
There's no sign of a cross here
Grab your coat and put it on
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Two white birds cross the sky
Look like krakens at stork times
That little......makes me tremble
Ah! Courtesy winter
The mad kid had 4.75 lights.
And the sign of genius is 4 lights.
Now most of us have 3 lights.
Except some slates who have 2 lights.
And there's one exception,
There's 1 light.
And that is the science law.
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Got it all wrong for me
And it's a fallacy
and it does not stand up
It is the one science law
And is the statement of greats
Winter
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street sighs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
You got Manny in the library
Working off his hangover 3:30
You get the spleen at 3:15
But it's 3:13
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about 7
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said:
";Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead";
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
...on the inside and they didn't even smoke...
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
";I'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on";
Then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard Archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
All enquiries too
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
WINTER #2
On the first floor of the dryout house
Was a replica dartboard
And the man on the floor
Sorta went out of window, over the lawn
And round to the mad kid
";Please take this medallion,
Please wear this medallion.
It's no sign of authority.
Wear the gold and put it on";
Courtesy winter
(Winter)
So [around the] mad kid
Man on the first floor said
";I just looked round
I just looked round
I just looked round
";And my youth it was sold";
Two white doves cross the sky
There fly krakens
And sometimes, that little.....
Makes me tremble
Courtesy winter
The mad kid had 4 lights, the average is 2.5 lights
The mediocre has 2 lights, the sign of genius is three lights
There's one light left, that's the one light
That's the science law
Courtesy winter

The rabbit killer left his home for the clough
And said goodbye to his infertile spouse
Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood
Carried night-site telescope light
A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud
And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds
Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood
Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is borne
The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot
It smashed a chip off a valued tomb
Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said
";Explain, move into the light of the moon";
";I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal";
Rifleman he say ";Y'see I get no kicks anymore
From wife or children four
There's been no war for forty years
And getting drunk fills me with guilt
So after eight, I prowl the hills
Eleven o'clock, I'm tired to fuck
Y'see I've been laid off work";
The grave-keeper said
";You're out of luck
And here is a jawbone caked in muck
Carries the germ of a curse
Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church
Formed on a Scotch island
To make you a bit of a man";
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is warm
The rabbit killer did not eat for a week
And no way he can look at meat
No bottle has he anymore
It could be his mangled teeth
He sees jawbones on the street
Advertisements become carnivores
And roadworkers turn into jawbones
And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime
The villagers dance round pre-fabs
And laugh through twisted mouths
Don't eat
It's disallowed
Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland
Jawbone and the air rifle
Who would think they would bring harm?
Jawbone and the air rifle
One is cursed and one is gone

A plate steel object was fired
And I did not feel for my compatriots
Hated even the core of myself
Not a matter of ill-health
It was fear of weakness deep in core of myself
The fact attainment was out of...
Mounting orations
..populations
To be humbled in Iceland
Sing of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the god-men
Hear about Megas Jonsson *
Cast the runes against your own soul
There is not much more time to go
Work fifteen hours for the good of the soul
And be humbled in Iceland
Sit in the gold room
Fall down flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without a glance from the clientele
Good coffee black as well,
Hair blond as hell
Cast the runes against your own soul
Roll up for the underpants show
And be humbled in Iceland
And the spawn of the volcano
Is thick and impatient
Like the people around it.
See a green goblin redhead, redhead
Make a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of attention
Get humbled in Iceland
What the goddamn fuck is it?
That played the pipes of aluminum
A Memorex for the Krakens
That induces this rough text
And casts the runes against the self-soul
And humbles in Iceland

He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
Drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest.
I said drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest!
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated
White collar hits motorway services
It's the Hip Priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the Hip Priest
He's not appreciated.
It's purple psychology.
Not just an old lady's.
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
And he's gonna make an appearance.
He's gonna make an appearance.
Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.
It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip Priest
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
All the young groups know
All the young groups know
They can't ever take advantage because I'm a Hip Priest.
I was as clean as a packet of chocolate chips.
That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest
And if the good people knew they would say
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated
So drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
HEY THERE FUCKFACE!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
THIS IS THE HOME OF THE VAIN!
I just left the Hotel Amnesia, I had to go there
Where it is I can't remember,
But now I can remember...now I can remember
HAFTA! HAFTA!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier Snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
KILL IT A !
KILL IT!
KILL IT A !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
razor unit, made with the highest British attention to the
wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
THE CLASSICAL!
HOTEL AGGRO!
MESSAGE FOR YER! MESSAGE FOR YER!
THE CLASSICAL!
POLEAXE A!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I K N O W I T M E A N S A L O T O F S T O M A C H G A SSSSSS
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
THE CLASSICAL!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
POLEAXE A!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out Classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .

Hate wide for dog breeder
in the town of purport
A never seen dog breeder
This is the tale of his replica.
Name was J. Temperance
Only two did not hate him
Because peasants fear local indifference
Pet shop and the vet, Cameron.
One night vet is called out
from his overpaid leisure
To Temperance household, delivered ran out
and phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate.
(There are no read-outs for this part of the track.)
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
No changeling,
as the birth was witnessed.
Only one person could do this:
";Yes"; said Cameron
";and the thing was in the
impression of J. Temperance.";
His hideous replica.
Scrutinise the little monster
Disappeared through the door
His hideous replica

(Too many people penetratin) There's crafty people
Trynn work out the scene
(Findin' out) Nosin about & stickin
Their noses in
Rebel! x3
But she was the littlest rebel
Her blue suit is nylon weave
She wears jet black hi-heels
Throws whites down the well
She's the littlest rebel
Rebel! x3
But she was the littlest rebel
Their mentors jet past in NISSANS
Are those cars??!?
Are those shoes?!?!
She consigns them all to hell
She's the littlest rebel
Hips like Shirley Temple
She's the littlest rebel --
THE LITTLEST REBEL (recorded version)
There's loads of people
Trying to suss out the scene
Sniffing about and sticking
Their noses in
Rebel
But she was the littlest rebel
Blue suit with nylon weave
She wears jet black high heels
She throws planks down the well
She's the littlest rebel
Rebel
But she was the littlest rebel
She consigns them all to hell
She's the littlest rebel
Her tormentors jet past in Nissans
She says are those cars?
Are those shoes?
She consigns them all to hell
She's the littlest rebel
Hips like Shirley Temple
She's the littlest rebel
And she doesn't kiss and tell
She's the littlest rebel
Rebel
But she was the littlest rebel
A sophisticate plays truant
She's the littlest rebel
And she doesn't kiss and tell
Cause she's the littlest rebel
Well she's the littlest rebel
Rebel
And she was the littlest rebel

I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you?
Sorry to be so short with you
But I'm tapped
But I'm tapped
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
The use of [..] and your smug advertisements
of your tendril ocean bed achievements does not
justify your abuse of privacy piracy act
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I feel you Telephone Thing listening in
How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you?
You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron thing
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
Sense you
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you?
You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron type
Does the Home Secretary have the barest faintest inkling of what's going down?
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
The use of [..] and your amug advertisements
Of your tendril ocean bed achievements does not justify your abuse of privacy piracy act
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I do you Telephone Thing listening in
How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you
You Gretchen Franklin thing
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
Sense you
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
Sense you
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
How dare you assume I want to parlez-vous with you?
I'm tapped
I hear you Telephone Thing listening in
I HEAR YOU TELEPHONE THING

Everybody's going through changes
Everybody's got a bag of his own
Everybody's talking about places
That can only be found in the greater unknown
People are dying
The babies are crying
Don't nobody care at all?
There's love and disaster
And good things come after
Just follow the paths along
Popcorn double feature
The whole world's a funny farm
That man is your teacher
No need to be alarmed
Music's coming out of the woodwork
Sounds so strange, nobody sleeps
I met a little man on the corner
Waving a flag and making a speech
Coffee each morning
Don't park or, nor warning
They tow your machine away
There's so much confusion
That's built on illusion
What's making the music play? Popcorn double feature
The whole world's a funny farm
That man is your teacher
No need to be alarmed
NOT MUCH
Coffee each morning
No popcorn a-warning
They tow your machine away
There's love and disaster
But good things come after
What's making the music play
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature
Popcorn double feature world

Hey woman hey you you do you know why I hate you baby?
Because you make make me hate you baby
You maladjusted little monkey you
I hate you with a passion you know I do baby
You know why I hate you baby?
Because you make me make me
The bastard had a birthday
Had a power drill
Stone built renovate stone blast screw it up
Too ill, you it's up to you baby
I'm coming
Hey bug-bug-bug-bug-buggerlugs
You cranky mare and short-arsed no no no
I'm coming
Firm guitar Hey the bastard's had it
But there no how a power drill
Dog bark renovate stone blast do it up do it
With BTO
I'll do make grub tissues ray way
Seep to sleep
The drill scaffold starts
Power drill dog bark renovate stone blast
Screw it up to do it
I'm coming
Because you make me hate you baby
Black Monk Theme

Death of a sense of humour
'N death of sense
How do you recover from this?
What do you fear?
Being found out
Then why do you always give yourself away?
What do you want to do?
Hide
Then why go out and make an exhibition of yourself?
What do you seek?
Oblivion
And drugs walk the streets
What you want to be able to do
is worst advice
Louse given in largesse
Arms control
Arms control poseur
Arms control
Parliment connives a diseased access company
There's nothing much I can do about this
So I drink in recline with an acquaintance, sound
Spouse is talking on the phone
To well-armed arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
I found my home
I made a calendar that wasn't there
To find whether it was the first of December
Or not Armed control poseur
In pity and envy
Dragged from the streets
I quite very very much enjoyed
His jovial lies
Lying
Arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
Sports car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
Armoured car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
I even stoop to an icy vodka
As I feel the inevitable
battle creep nearer and nearer
Chip! Chip!
Arms control poseur
Arms control poseur
(Armoured car interior
Encrusted with bluebottles
I even stoop to an icy vodka
As I feel the inevitable
battle creep nearer and nearer
Armed control poseur
As my great great great great great
great great great great
familiar found out
As my great great great great
similar found out
As my great great great great great
great great grandfather found out)
Get me a nice wooly polo neck
With a red cardigan
From Next
Ideal summer wear!
Arms control poseur

Ba da ba da ba da ba daaa!
Late 20th Century was late and just said yes or no
And was mistaken for sarcasm, even belligerent
Now to fight!
They're putting me away but I'll be back someday
Putting me away but I'll be back someday
Prisoner for a year and a day
Putting me away but I'll be back someday
A bust doorbell sound and the door broken down
A doorbell sound and the door broken down
They rang and rang but I never went down
And now they're putting me away but I'll be back someday
Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba boo ba ba bow..
Verse second
[Peel session:
I thought I would follow a friend
Red banner, split end
Follow a friend or some local men
I used to drink a bottle of vodka a day]
They rang and rang but I never went down
People ring I never go down
All metal walls now I'm sent down
And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday
Putting me away but I'll be back someday
And my night sight's gone but it won't be long
I see see long now it's gone
Just two girls and a millionaire
And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday
Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba.......
Put the heat on
Putting me away
No sex or records for a year and a day
They're putting me away
I've been bunged up, I've been banged up
I've been moved up, I've been banged up
I said ba da ba da ba da badaaaaa
MES: You make it [..]
Riley: That'll be right then

Get that spot, put it in the pot for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I was Muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter
[African call love]
[Genteel laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
Arose Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos' I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
[African call love]
[Genteel laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
[I blow a wall] love
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the nips
I'm too long in the tits
I'm too long in the mitts
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter
Muzorewi's daughter

Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
We like pop-stik stickers
We like weak TV
We like chocolate animals
We eat [porky] piggies
Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock
Now all the bourgeoisie
They hate our crazy scene
'cause we dig pop-stik stickers
We like weaker tea
But they're the product of the same systems
Beyond their control
They stayed on at school
And tolerate bad manners
Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock
Now come on kids
Lets get this thing together
Lets get this thing together
And make it bad
We don't need these three chords
and big boots or this cosmic crap..uh..
He's bust his guitar
Lets get this thing together
Forget Lee Cooper
Lets get this thing together
Why are you smiling
Why are you laughing
At or with this song
It's not like your scene, your scene
Pop stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, mix my pop-stock
Pop-stock, try my pop-stock
Pop-stock, buy my pop-stock

A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
Days of booze and roses
Shine on us, free us all
Who is not irascible
He is no genius
A figure walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
The old golden savages
Killed their philosophers
Thought brought the drought about
Something followed me out
Goes out again
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
And if it grabs my coat tail
I will turn and hit it
It may remove the pegs
Keeping my eyes open
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
It's got eyes of brown, watery
Nails of pointed yellow
Hands of black carpet
It's a quick trip to the ice house
A quick trip to the ice house X 3
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
You X 7
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
A figure walks behind you
A shadow walks behind you
You X 3
And tales of terror
Which my father told me
They never scared me
But not only is it the blind
Who cannot see
That figure behind you
Behind you x 2
You x 2
That figure kept on walking
Behind you
There's a man on my trail X 4
He's also behind you
Behind you X 4
That figure kept on walking X 4
Behind you X3
A figure walks 3

From the valleys of Leicestershire
And all over
Came mystic crew filth
The first was Dave Bush-babe
The second was Graham pony-tail
They were mystic crew filth
Crew filth
[mock Urdu or Punjabi]
Then from the land of the accordion
Came Dave Kiwi
He was crew filth
He had the shirts
He wouldn't meditate
on his monitor room
Mystic
Crew filth
Hey mystic crew filth
Crew filth X4
Where did they come from?
The little motherfuckers
Nobody knows
Nobody bothers
Crew filth
Crew filth
Crew filth
One was a Kiwi
One was a Bush-baby
One had tattoos on his legs
One had brown spectacles on his head
Motherfuckers
Crew filth
Crew filth
Hey Kenny, tell us about crew filth
Crew filth X3
But those crew filth
They had sensitive sides to their nature
They would smoke pot in their rooms
They were always behind you
That's why we kept our backs to the walls
You gotta watch your wallet, man
Crew filth
What about crew filth Bill?
Bill was King of the fucking Motherfucker crew filth
He had to do some work one night
Then his hair turned white
Crew filth baby X3
Crew filth motherfucker
He was the worst, one of the worst X3
Gotta watch your friends
Watch your girl
You never can tell
He might kill a tab
While you're jumping off
All your friends might turn out to be
Crew filth

The car is at the roundabout
The policeman is at the roundabout
But I'm full of surprises now
And my friend, he said I'm full of surprises now
Let me tell you about scientific management
And the theft of its concealment
The Birmingham School of Business School
In Birmingham
It's main theme
Weave a web so magnificent
Disguise in the art of conceit
Give a very firm handshake
And take the bastards for everything that they rate
The Birmingham Business School of Business School
Deposits prisoner robotics
Home to their wives Stepford
Case-carrying
Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
In the heart of Britain
The big heart of England
Lee Coopers [en effuse/on a fuse]
The Birmingham School of Business School
[Plain grass, feet] to walkin'
Hitching
Blazers
Builders
Tryna find a job
The jumped up prats
Birmingham Business School
The Birmingham School of Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
Laughing-stock of European
Olympic bidding again and again
Exciting developments
The Birmingham School of Business School X4

>>TV man's tarantula
>>TV man
>>TV man
>>TV man
>>TV man
Rainmaster
Rainmaster
Copycats
this and that
what about copy cat familiars
and miserable witches
Rainmaker
[mumble]
[changes, all they see]
Rainmaster
Florida
Wildlife is under constant threat >>TV man
>>TV man
>>TV man
>>TV man
Rainmaster
Rainmaster
Curserer of blights
once too often
in the ridiculous muggy envelope stained
Goin', you sorry fuck
>>TV man
>>TV man
On him >>TV man
>>TV man
Rainmaster
in Belgique
Rainmaster
in Basingstokes
Portaphone traffic
Maurique assistant crap
in hermitage
Rainmaster
in New York
Rainmaster
over cool green layered forest
interspersed
with hammers banging
fellas tapping slow
in hot morning
Silenced!
Rainmaster
in his b(r)enediction
smug in the task and knowledge
Cut to the quick
Rainmaster
whoop
Citadel
Florida 3-4-9 dot dot dot dot dot dot dot.
That's how far we go.

When I first met you
You didn't go anywhere
'Cept for the drama corporation
Of co-op theatre
Skirting from a course
Bovver boots on
Vacuum breath equals
We never close
But one day you'll find out
That you lost a good man
And one day you'll wake up
And find you lost a good man
Transparent or not You'll never see my like again
I'm talkin about me
No malice
So transparent
When he walks
When he walks again
All reduced to cost-price
Manual for deceit
Indiscriminate take out
Indiscriminate give out
We never close
Never ever close
You're a snake pit
And one of these days you'll find out
That you lost a good man
And one of these days you'll wake up
And find you lost a good man

[first two lines whispered by Brix]
Don't call me darling
Don't call me darling
Harbouring on it
hates this
wants this
she hates this
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling The long black hair
of wretched blue bottle
darting all over
to no avail
I got zero tolerance
My head full
[I'll pack a wool swab]
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
People hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
They smell of old pally
voices thick with
Bouncing Jackson
with stupidity
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
[[Don't call me darling
Soon there will be dancing
around the queue strippy
high and cheap
why do people hate beauty
I cannot fathom it
a bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
...brown suit...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
...bouncing...
>>Don't call me darling
..why...do...people...hate...
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't call me darling
>>Don't
>>call
>>me
>>darling

Consumed with premonition
Of trouble on horizon
By my remarks I was certain
I was destined persecution
But then I took a chase after the Bournemouth Runner!
Bournemouth Runner!
C-c-could dare
Bournemouth Runner!
First night
Bournemouth Runner!
He was a Bournemouth Runner!
Bournemouth Runner!
Didn't get far
Bournemouth Runner!
First night
Bournemouth Runner!
But the second night
He got away with our guiding light
Was chilled to the bone
At 8am
On a Bournemouth morn
There was a drum deck
Outside [Route/room] 51
Two nights before
Bristol ball
A runner took backdrop, exit hall
Bournemouth Runner!
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth Runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth Runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth Runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth Runner!
He was the Bournemouth Runner!
How could we now it was the Bournemouth Runner? Bournemouth Runner!
Raced a couple of hundred yards
Bournemouth Runner!
Barman clipped his ears
Bournemouth Runner!
Spitted and shifted
Bournemouth Runner!
Backdrop dissipated
Bournemouth Runner!
He was the Bournemouth Runner!
Took away our guiding light
Our backdrop was friendly, heavy
Often it would rumble into hotel
And partake with us
In diluted drink and dogmeat
Of RAC recommended hostelry
Bournemouth Runner!
Shifted and twisted
Bournemouth Runner!
On beach sand sifted
Bournemouth Runner!
In the best home
Bournemouth Runner!
Locks picked
Bournemouth Runner!
Should've known better
Than to underrate
Bournemouth sucker
Took away our guiding light
Bournemouth Runner!
Calendar
Bournemouth Runner!
I'v forgotten the date
Bournemouth Runner!
No plot
Bournemouth Runner!
You're welcome
Bournemouth Runner!
It was coated in poison
Bournemouth Runner!
Have to buy a new one.......

Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
You've got Manny in the library
Working off a hangover 3.30
You get the spleen at 3.15
But it's 3.30
The mad kid walked the left side, towards me.
His mother was a cleaning lady. She had a large black dog.
And this day, on the road, the mad kid said to his mother
"Give me the lead, give me the lead, give me the lead!"
I just walked past the alcoholics dry-out unit and the can on the
lawn, was littered with cans of barbican. That's an alcohol-free
lager. Well, anyway, there was a feminist Austin maxi parked
outside, with anti-nicotine anti-nuclear crap on the side.
Well anyway, I digress. The mad kid, two days before, had said
to me, "Look boy, I'll take both of you on, I'll take both of you
on." He had just got back from the backwards kids' party. He
had a black duffle-coat, and a black party archbishop's hat
with three bars for a skull-and-crossbones. And this day he
looked like the victim of a pogrom.
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
Entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Please take this medallion
Please wear this medallion
There's no sign of a cross here
Grab your coat and put it on
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Two white birds cross the sky
Look like krakens at stork times
That little......makes me tremble
Ah! Courtesy winter
The mad kid had 4.75 lights.
And the sign of genius is 4 lights.
Now most of us have 3 lights.
Except some slates who have 2 lights.
And there's one exception,
There's 1 light.
And that is the science law.
Courtesy winter
Courtesy winter
Got it all wrong for me
And it's a fallacy
and it does not stand up
It is the one science law
And is the statement of greats
Winter
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street sighs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter

[Replaces Mother-Sisterand Industrial Estate on the U.S. version of the LP]
Alright we're going to go back
to 1940
No money
And I live in Berlin
I think I'll join up
Become a camp guard
No war for me
An old Jew's face dripping red
I hate the prisoners
I hate the officers
There's no fight
I think I'll join,
The red rose,
Leave Belsen
I'll go to Switzerland
A human resistor
Don't think, ask him
Present :
I don't like them
said Ian
in his black-out threats
I think I'll drop out
Become a no-man
And live my rules
But I'm the sort that gets
out of the bath with a dirty face
Everyone I meet's the same now
No brains or thought
A good case for the systems we like - we get
Human race
Various times
Don't think, ask him
Future:
1980
Black windows
And smokey holes
My head is full of lead
And the beer is so weak
Since they got rid of time around here
Dr. Doom fresh from Salem
And the witch trials
The Lathe of Heaven
Time mistaken
Three places at once
Human race
Don't think, ask him
Ask him
Ask him

The Mixer is close to me
He turns his head and smiles at me.
And I'm am glad
He earns my salary.
The mixer
In Espanol restaurants
The people and staff they clap
The mixer sweats
In comic type letters the voices are saying
Clap, clap
The mixer
sweats
The mixer sweats
The mixer of Jamaican origin
Born, raised in the US*
observes the Victorian [press/prayer]
Clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap
The BLBDS is overeasy on the [carpets/compress]
And the mixer sweats.
[First eqipment line]
[Second equipment line]
The mixer is close to me
He turns his head
and smiles at me**
[spoken] 'It possessed the sort of bright sound microphone with audio pickup pattern.
It can produce broad responses, hi-fidelity quality, no feedback and no
howling etc. We can express good sound of your voice, an excellent
melody orchestra, a self-contained filter control, explosive breath
sounds, controlled explosive breath sounds ...... wind noises, in
different locations....'
Mixer sweats

Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
Sugar and cakes appear mean
Sitting at the table
Tigers pop-up from books
Spoilt Victorian Child
Let`s take it ten years on
You`re looking back from then
Under rough grey blankets
Thread loose stained grey blanket
Spoilt Victorian Child
C.L.O. - Pedia
E.N.C.Y.C.L.O. - Pedia
Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers
Thru` the aqueduct of five years
Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
Mirrors can`t hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes
Spoilt Victorian Child
Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The butterfly shrugs to fly in
Sugar and iced cakes appear mean
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian
Spoilt Victorian Child
C.L.O. - Pedia
And you know that servants keep their order knowledge
And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe
In the encrusted green unwild
You know you are a spoilt Victorian child

MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Part one: spectre versus rector
The rector lived in Hampshire
The spectre was from Chorazina
Inevil dust in the air
The rector locked his doors
Part two: detective drives through Hampshire
Stops because of the fog there
And thinks a visit to the rector
And meanwhile and meanwhile
Spectre possesses rector
Rector becomes spectre
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Enter inspector
Even as he spoke a dust devil suddenly arose and struck him
Part four: detective versus rector
Detective versus rector possessed by spectre
Spectre blows him against the wall
Says ";Die latin this is your fall
I've waited since Caesar for this
Damn Latin my hate is crisp
I'll rip your fat body to pieces
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blab]
Scene five, scene five
Comes a hero
Soul possessed a thousand times
Only he could rescue rector
Only he could save inspector
And this hero was a strange man
";Those flowers, take them away"; he said
";They're only funeral decorations
And oh this is a drudge nation
A nation of no imagination
A stupid man is their ideal
They shun me and think me unclean,
unclean";
I have saved a thousand souls
They cannot even save their own
I'm soaked in blood but always good
It's like I drunk myself sober
I get better as I get older
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Part six:
That was his kick from life
That's how he pads out his life
Selling his soul to the devil
And the spectre enters hero
But the possession is ineffectual
But the possession is ineffectual
And the possession is ineffectual
And MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
I said Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Last scene:
Hero and inspector walk from the scene
Is the spectre banished forever?
The inspector is half insane
The hero runs back into the mountains
The hero goes back into the mountains
He was an exorcist but he was exhausted
An exorcist but he was exhausted
He racked on his bed all night long
MR James be born be born
Yog Sothoth rape me lord
Van Greenway [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
Sludge hai choi [blah blah]
[chorus ad lib]

Tight faded male arse
Decadence and Anarchy
He said, he smiled
Something to dance to
A certain style
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
SMILE
Meat Animals
SMILED
SMILED
Patchwork jacket from the top of his ears
Shaved
Relation with fellow age group, and opposite birds
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
The club nerve and poses
Physical awareness
Smiles
Take the chicken run, take the chicken run
To the toilet
In the above, designed from above club
Makes ginger
";Go on, you can do it!";
SMILE
SMILES
Wants anarchy
SMILED
Is the fungus damp in the cellar?
Positive G.B.H.
SMILES
With his friends, ask for cigarettes
SMILES
Sparks off
Repeal gun laws in my brain
Sparks off
Give us a gun if I got one
DAMN!
Grin
Damn
Grin
UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP
SMILE!
SMILED!
Would ask for a lager in the town of Auschwitz
Smiles
Desires travel
Well fed in a welfare way
SMILES
SMILED
SMILES
Lousy celebrity makes joke record
Lick-spittle southerner
Waiting for next holiday by gas miser
SMILES
SMILES
Positive G.B.H.!
Roar, encore, special vexation process
Tight faded male arse, decadence and anarchy he said
He smiles, SMILE? SMILED
Well fed in roman nero way like the way you imagined

She's ten to five
But I'm shiftwork
And my woman alive
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
I thought shiftwork would work
But it's good as broken us apart
Lights flash over me
Twenty-four hour bulb
I'm just home for tea
But she's in work mode
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
And they will shake you by the hands
For shiftwork
But being abandoned by your woman
Is the price for shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork, you let me down
Gave me a hard heart
You just cracked my mind
You split us apart
Shiftwork Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Raise your wages per year one grand
By shiftwork
But I can see me go, go, going from this land
Because of shiftwork
Shiftwork
I don't give her a chance
She gets the the morning rant
Gets in at eleven
Doing overtime
I'm going out at the time
Just to hang out with a woman who was my...
Shiftwork
She was ten to five
But I'm shiftwork
And that woman that once was mine
It's just shiftwork
Shiftwork
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now
Shiftwork
Now, now, now, now
Where are you going?
This work has not yet reached
Cessation.

Some people want stars in eyes
Some people want eyes in stars
They've been like that for years
They've been like that for years
I suspect they're just if if if
I just want room to live
There's a new club in town
Plenty of space to posy around
It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
(I'll stick around the center always
Even if it is run down.)
Some people wanna be joining the club
Thinks to be on the clientele is big.*
I just want room to live
Foreigners and Experts go in
And through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like the murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don't tolerate ordinary folk
and folk look at me strange
But I'll give them this at least:
They pay for what they eat
Visitors and peripherers never give
I just want room to live
Some people think happy is way to live
Some men want to cram up to women
I've been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There's a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
There's no hate to the point I give
I just want room to live
Violence is just waiting for its due
Some people want money around
You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round
And some men want reporters with no wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They've got to tell you what they think
And some men want reporters with no wig
I just want room to live

(Julia):
I'm fed up with this world
Pentangle knife
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
Question eight
Dentist
November
(Julia):
Question, you...
(MES):
The guardian (garbled)
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
Pseudo
Hark
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
EC rich bitch
When I was...
(Julia):
Question, you need someone to stay with me all the time...
You only come round for...
I'm fed up with this world...
Pentangle knife...
My other me, Cantonine
(Tommy):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
Recipe
(MES):
Electronic simulations...
Anyone who has recent..
(Julia):
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
That's a rich...
(Julia):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
..estute question
(Tommy):
If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny you'll know what I mean when I say recipe
(MES):
Wired for the weird
Little wonder Danny Sabre
Of course Chris Carter has recently...
...another series
Millenium
(Julia):
My other me, Cantonine
(MES):
I must feel like starting on page one-hundred and fifty-four

Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[Grey templates on us] he had to inflict
TV documentary that it produced
When he whistled in the street
The men would turn around in fear
Of being thought effete
Petty thief lout
Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
Crime
Hides records in his drawer at home
Especially when they are rare
Never gives 'em out to every Tom Dick & Harry
Who stole before from petty thief lout
Un the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout
[Grey templates on us] he had to inflict
Suburbia holds
more than you care for
One must make sure
When leaving the house
Never to have white powder on the nose about
F-prints
F-prints on the fingers
Sprout
Great tempus onus
Suburbia holds more than you care for
Petty thief lout

[spoken to audience] We're not doing that one either
Get that spot
Put it in the pot for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
I was Muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Got two laws love]
I'm Muzorewi's daughter
Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
She was Muzorewi's daughter [X4]
The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos I'm Muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[Get two laws love]
I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the mitts
I'm too long in the tits
I'm Muzorewi's daughter

The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
No Christmas for John Quays
The powders reach
And the powders teach
And when you find they can't reach
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world
But buying cigs
Puts him in a whirl
A packet of three-five fives
555
A packet of those over there
And 20 special offer cigars
Found talking to the cigarette machine
Into nicotinic acid
Good king Wenceslaus, he looked out
Silly bugger, he fell out
He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
Then he gets to sit in
Talking to his kitten
And talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
Out of his face with The Idle Race
Out of the room with his tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
I'll stay in
You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
There is no Christmas for junkies
No girls
No curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
1,2,3,4
No X-mas for John Quays

Crow's feet are ingrained on my face
And I'm living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained
And I'm living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
Agreed ace family
Must have stump tripod in the genes
I'm immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O'er the poison river locks
Talk treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there's a 24-hour clock watch
And I'm living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I'm living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now I know a conversation's end
Before it's done
Maybe I'm living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil's boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say them cellars [were't even/were evil] black
But I know they're wrong
Think it's one
Been
Living Too Long
[extra verses on Living Too Long:
Eyes like two TV screens
Continual open
Feel no pain
I live again
I'm super sad sweet sad
Line is cracked
[]
Vision gone
I'm living too long]

His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche's in the hearth
Had a beard which was weird
Some time ago heard Ramones in '81
Has a Spanish guitar
Real ale, curry as well - sophisticate!
Spanish guitar doesn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dreamgirl sings adverts for the Weetabix
A fancied wit that's imitation of Rumpole of Bailey
Who's causes and rags were phoenix-like
They were do-do like
They were comfort blanket type
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
He had a weak pisser
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw Not the Nine O'Clock News History of the World Part One
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
Twice each at least
Mere pseud mag editor's father (x12)

[As heard on the record...]
Pained and intense, man
They were inquiring.
They were curious orange...
They rode over peasants like you, they rode over peasants like you,
And their horses loved them too, and their horses loved them too.
They Were Kurious Orange. They Were Curious Orange.
They built the world as we know it, all the systems you traverse.
Rode slipshod over all dumbshits.
They were curious orange...
They freed the Blacks too.
They built church in one day, man,
Amish
They were curious orange...
Their clothes were cool.
Paved way for atom bomb--didn't know.
They made the Jews go to school.
They made Hitler laugh in pain.
They sent missionary girls to Arab states, and the sun-baked men
did drool.
They were curious orange...
They made Hitler laugh in pain.
They turned Napoleon over and didn't know.
They invented birth control
They were invulnerable to cool.
They were curious orange
They were beyond Ooobenblief
They were primo efficient to a man.
They were Stuyvestant smoking.
They were the Reformation spring
And everybody in the world turned Reformation blue.
They were invulnerable to cool
And everybody in the world...
And they were inquiring.
They were positively deranged and they were curious orange.
They were curious orange...

I've sold my car, thrown in my job, I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world, and not Australia
I've sold my car thrown in my job I'm 34 years old
I think it's time I saw the world coz I hate the cold and rain and grey
I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
He said it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language
And the factory floor presented me with some tapes of Elton John
I hope it might keep me company but I hate the goo- goo-goo-goodbyes
Coz I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
I hear it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
My mother cried last Friday night
When I said that I'll be gone
She packed it up, and then cashed in her premium bonds
And I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
They say it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language yeah
I hope I can quickly learn the language
I'm going to Spain
I'm going to Spain
Better rate culture there boy
I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real fine time last year
They say it doesn't rain
I hope I can quickly learn the language-eh

When I'm walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening News
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head,
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head, I said...
When walking to work,
It's always you I seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
As you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.
CHORUS.
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
I'm thinking like that when I sing this song:
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder's face
Down long long long long days
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Leigh-on-Sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune:
CHORUS.
I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2

Dragnet for gun-blast man
The papers had a father
Holding up a picture
His son-in-law killed her
Yes he killed his wife
She was wasting his life
His veins are full of evil serum
But what's done is done
Now he's trapped in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And sometimes bell bust under
The rings from many callers
Coupon and gas-board man
Dragnet for gun-blast man
Who's trapped in flat of angles
Rented cage is flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And first he started on the floorboards
120 degrees from window
Doors open to specification
And keeps out stupid neighbours
Very safe is flat of angles
Cheap rent too his flat of angles
Down to its gables
Here he fights to type
Story of murder in his life
Or soap operas all day
In rooms of dirty laundry
But I'm in flat of angles
Hiding in flat of angles
Right down to its gables
And the sun dragged him out one day
From his laundry
He saw mercenary eyes
The streets are full of mercenary eyes
Well stretched in flat of angles
Not long left in flat of angles
Down to the gables
There's a big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man
A big reward for gun-blast man
Let us go up and [..] write stories
Dragnet
Phone in for the Dragnet man

I took a walk down West 11
I had to wade through 500 European punks
In an off-license I rubbed up with some oiks*
Who threw some change on the Asian counter
And asked polite if that covered two lagers
A hospital discharge asked me where he could crash
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Spare a thought for the sleeping promo dept.
They haven't had an idea in two years
Dollars and deutchmarks keep the company on its feet
Say have you ever have a chance to meet
Fat Captain Beefheart imitators with zits?
Who is the King Shag Corpse?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
The young blackies get screwed up the worst
They've gone over to the Hampstead house suss
In the English system they implicitly trust
See the A&R; civil servants
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
They get a sex thrill out of a sixteenth of Moroccan
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type artist ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Yes, dear chap, it hasn't changed that much
It's still a subculture art-dealer jerk-off
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where loads of punks congregate in the dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
It's a large type minstrel ranch
This is where C Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group what wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Hey Manchester group that wasn't what you thought
Hey Scottish group that wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Hey Midlands, scooped yer, how d'you ever get the job?
Hey Manchester group from it wasn't quite like what you thought
Quite like what you thought
Guess what
Guess guess guess...
Guess what

I'm in love with the Carrier Bag Man
I love the Carrier Bag Man X2
Carrier bags strewn all around the room
Ah, the Carrier Bag Man-- I am him
Coz I am the Carrier Bag Man -- I am the carrier bag man
I've no time to sit comfortable down
But I still need armchairs round my home
To put carrier bags on
I am the Carrier Bag Man
Carry a bag man!
I don't make waves, I hide bags in graves
No cash is earned straight nowadays anyways
Please all you onlookers understand
So make gangway for Carrier Bag Man
I am Carrier Bag Man
[megaphone rant]
When in town I keep head down
Kneel on the croft when the mariah comes round
Fat-assed workmen, I scurry around
There's few good places to hide bags behind
Coz I am Carrier Bag Man.
Carry a bag man!

You know by now the Lord lays hard trails
When you see that man outside in the bucketing rain
You picture it in your cozy home.
You think you've blown a fuse,
Don't know how to react
You don't know where it's at.
And therein lies the difference, and therein.... (x3)
They always say it comes in three and fours
And that it never rains, it just pours...
You think it's your fault
And you curse the moon
You go to the saloon
And therein lies the difference, and therein... (x3)
He turned the water into wine
And he insisted that we eat swine
And that's the sum of it
Why don't you come to grips?
Just take or leave it.
And therein lies the difference, and therein...

In a conservatory
I looked at him
He was adjacent to me
I thought about my debts
He was talking about his house
In the Lake District
Come levitate
In the greater hospital
My friends said HMO times three
To the mirth that what you think
The transfer mess backed up two hours
Had to levitate from a grey map - PAID
The snazzy japes of a Basingstoke shot
Basing in stocks
Under the green frock
Below the granite complex
Needed true grips
To levitate
Levitate with me
Levitate with me

The people I like live
in kitchens and halls.
I can't reach a decision on this.
Can I come back to you on this?
Hitler lost his nerve on it.
Dr. Morel prescribed it well
It's fast debts.
I am Robertson Speedo
and this is my Gramme Friday.
Skin drops slow to the bones
But I've got my hunger anyway.
I'm on Gramme Friday.
Work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness.
It's Fastnet
Look out
Look down
Look out
Look now
The hunger....
Friday .

95% [non-AC or comb-comb] guaranteed
Hit!
Hit the North (all estate agents...) Manacled to the cit...
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
Manacled to the cit...
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
Just savages
All estate agents alive yell down the night in hysterical breath
The government say, the government says
Go forth, go forth
With all the lights so pretty
In the reflected mirror of delirium, Eastender and Victorian
lager,
the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North

Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Appreciated - guy's
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's rock record
[WIN FALL CD
WIN FALL CD] William william
William William
William william
William William etc.
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Appreciated
WIN FALL CD
Appreciated
WIN FALL CD
William william etc.
Appreciated
And they say:
Rock the records etc.
WIN FALL CD
William william
Lord Guide me Soft etc.

It was bad, called obscene
And the rich were so mean
Stately homes for the Lords
Golden lawns, village green
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
I was born, lucky me
In the land that I love
Though I'm poor, I am free
When I go I shall fight
For this land I willl die
Let her sun never set on Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria

I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning

When it happened we walked through all the estates, from
Manchester right to, er, Newcastle. In Darlington, helped a large
man on his own chase off some kids who were chucking bricks and
stuff through his flat window. She had a way with people like that.
Thanked us and we moved on.
'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English
Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and turned
it into a love song. How they did it I don't know. DJs had
worsened since the rising. Elaborating on nothing in praise of
the track with words they could hardly pronounce, in telephone
voices.
I was mad, and laughed at the same time. The West German
government had brought over large yellow trains on Teeside docks.
In Edinburgh. I stayed on my own for a few days, wandering about
in the, er, pissing rain, before the Queen Mother hit town.
I'm Joe Totale
The yet unborn son
The North will rise again
The North will rise again
Not in 10,000 years
Too many people cower to criminals
And government crap
The estates stick up like stacks
The North will rise again X4
Look where you are
Look where you are
The future death of my father
Shift!
Tony was a business friend
Of RT XVIII
And was an opportunist man
Come, come hear my story
How he set out to corrupt and destroy
This future Rising
The business friend came round today
With teeth clenched, he grabbed my neck
I threw him to the ground
His blue shirt stained red
The north will rise again.
He said you are mistaken, friend
I kicked him out of the home
Too many people cower to criminals
And that government pap
When all it takes is hard slap
But out the window burned the roads
There were men with bees on sticks
The fall had made them sick
A man with butterflies on his face
His brother threw acid in his face
His tatoos were screwed
The streets of Soho did reverberate
With drunken Highland men
Revenge for Culloden dead
The North had rose again
But it would turn out wrong
The North will rise again
So R. Totale dwells underground
Away from sickly grind
With ostrich head-dress
Face a mess, covered in feathers
Orange-red with blue-black lines
That draped down to his chest
Body are a tentacle mess
And light blue plant-heads
TV showed Sam Chippendale
No conception of what he'd made
The Arndale had been razed
Shop staff knocked off their ladders
Security guards hung from moving escalators
And now that is said
Tony seized the control
He built his base in Edinburgh
Had on his hotel wall
A hooded friar on a tractor
He took a bluey and he called Totale
Who said, ";the North has rose again";
But it will turn out wrong
When I was in cabaret
I vowed to defend
All of the English clergy
Though they have done wrong
And the fall has begun
This has got out of hand
I will go for foreign aid
But he Tony, laughed down the phone
Said ";Totale go back to bed";
The North has rose today
And you can stuff your aid!
And you can stuff your aid!

Moderninity what it means to you and I and this CD you hold in your hand. Cabbies get life story beatings. Co-workers get told stories: resignations. The reasonable authorities get told humiliations. Five - old friends get life story degradations and informing
Six - Your medically renewed face appears in penance : get on Dick & Judy. Your opinion on Lennon & McCartney get on same prog central sat next to Fred West sweaty family.

Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy
Pull my string and I do my thing.
Two Steps Back
I don't need the acid factories
I've got mushrooms in the fields
Julian* said ";How was the gear?";
They don't sell things to you over there
A cigarette goes out when you put it down.
Two Steps Back
Had a look at the free festivals
They're like cinemas with no films
You could make a fire with the seats
You could boil up some cigar [cig-ah!] dimps
Or get into the sound
Wait for the ice cream to come around.
Two Steps Back
Two Doors Down
I meet my old friends there
They queue up for cash there
They are part Irish
They have no conscience
They get threatened by the cracker factory.
Two Steps Back
Cracker Factory:
A place where you get into the working routine again.
Rehabs for no hopes
Prefab for jobless dopes.

Yes
Stretch
Stretch
The god you reject
Makes ours the best*
Oh! Ye swivel-heads
Burn from ashes
An ordure from this planet
that could not be extinguished
Angelic devil-sun
[...] good natured barracking
Children cross here
Both day and night
Angelic devil-sun
Yes O Yes
(And that's what you get when you join the M. Clark School of
Soccer Coaching School: Enraged and inflamed with torment.)

Just take for instance
a time of great depression
Fade out of reason
bad time's in season
Don't shut your heart out
Don't cry your eyes out
Don't cry for me, Mexico
Or Savage Pencil
I'm nearly healthy
And they try to take my eyes out
Friends try to work my soul out
But I don't sing, I just shout
Heavy clout, heart out
Now here's a joke
to cheer you up:
Old times no surgeon
Just magicians and dungeons
There they take your heart out
with a sharp knife
It wasn't fake
They had no anesthetic.
That joke's pathetic.
Just look at me
Too much speed
But very plain
You're lucky, friend.
You've got one to take out
You know what I'm talking about!
I don't sing I just shout
All on one note.
Sing, sing, sing, sing
Look at me, I just ding
Heart is out, out, it's out

Who makes the nazis?
Who makes the nazis?
I'll tell ya who makes the nazis
All the Os
Wino
Spermo
29 year old
Arse-licking hate [....] old
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad Tele-V
Who makes the Nazis?
Balding smug faggots
Intellectual half-wits
All the Os
Who makes the Nazis?
The Nazis are long horn
Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horns--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Remember when I used to follow you home from school babe?
Before I got picked up for paedophelia
Who makes the Nazis?
Motels like three split-level mirages
Who makes the Nazis?
Buffalo lips on toast, smiling
Who makes the Nazis?
I put a finger on the weird.
This was real Irish know.
Joe was then good as gold
And told of the rapists in the Spa Motel.
The real mould.
Who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cob-web eyes!
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Arena badges
BBC, George Orwell, Burmese police
Who Makes the Nazis?
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horns--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
(Rest rooms)
Black burnt flesh
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
(All the O's cross country)
Who makes the Nazis?
[Man] super shag-artists
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias Tele-V
You mind tellin me?
Here's a word from Bobby
When you're out of rocks, just give them real soul
Hates not your enemy, love's your enemy
Murder all bush monkeys
Long horn, Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
Who makes the Nazis?
Bad-bias TV
Real mould
Real Irish know, Joe.
Who makes the Nazis?
Intellectual half-wits
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Long horn--Long horn breed
Who makes the Nazis?
[kazoo solo]
The following are some notes from MES's diary dated January
26 (1982?) from the Lough book that bear on the song Who Makes the
Nazis. ed.
A necklace fur coated poodle over
Black burnt flesh
Hark hark
Crack unit species
Who makes the Nazis?
I'd put a finger on the
weird. This was real Irish
know. Joe was then good
as gold + told of the rapist
in the Spa Motel
The real mould.
Remember when I used to follow you
home from school babe?
Stick some paper under
the door at 8 pm.
Rest room.
Motels like 3 split mirages who makes the Nazis?
Benny's cobweb eyes
Met some eyes in a dirty goods
shop/mutual recognition of
hard man crack/bllur
blur retreat
Who makes the Nazis?

Visit of an American Poet characters
1 - Narrator
2 - Poet
3 - Wife
4 - Zarenda
5 - Employee
6 - Neighbour
7 - Policeman
(Salem, Frisco, Prestwich) Evil farce in three acts almost Brian Rixish in its semi cold ridiculous scenario
MES, overlapping voice 1 from 4: Thus began the slow palaver, subtle and almost unconscious in this loss of identity. (Running and growling through the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain.
And now for a message in a room with access to all in San Francisco
Voice 2: Another crooked smile. Is music a disease? Or is it just living in these soap opera times. They all end up depressives obsessive about their deluded goal. Is this me? Is this everyone in every crap commerce? Everyone without love brought up in violence and drunkeness? Why am I depressed? Work hard endless, endless no reward, 5,000 I'm owed. Music, music I belong to music. Why are there so many shit people in music?
Yeah this is about Mark, Mark told me a story about the visitation of an
American poet. She came round She came round.
into his arms She was nice she was nice..
(She was quite, a fucking good girl)
But she had a nasty streak in her
She turned nasty and made him a hostage in his own house
Mark was being fucking, plagiarised and fucking black ------ in his own
house
(She had a knife) so she was quite a serious threat because she was an
Amerian poet
Then Karl Burns came round and she went all nice and cheerful
She said to him, she said to him ";Yeah Mark fucking hell yeah, bring your mates in";
And Karl came in and Karl just wouldn't entertain this woman at all
And Markl said ";No, stay a while Karl, stay a while"; (kill the icicles)
Trying to put a message over to him saying
";Come on look don't you realise I'm in trouble here I need you here,
I need you here, I need some support from me mate"; and Karl just
totally oblivious to this said ";Where's me money?.
MES: The visitation of an American poet
Thus began a slow palaver subtle, unconscious in its loss of identity
Running and growing through the back end of the years '94 to '98 (to six and now)
To explain, where to begin,
The soft green leaves (of Massachussets)
The visitation took place outside Salem
A dolphin restaurant, the fish tasted peculiar
It was (orson?awesome)
Daniels rubbish in a room beneath a gospel group from bloody thick from Atlanta
Turn that shower off
Pure coincidence A&R; man in same motel
At dawn there is a knock at the door
It is from salem the poet it is the second visitation
Act 2
I now had a bubbling black large seafood plate
SF type load of problems at my gate
Purple squid less of pink and what's that thing on the left wriggling
Small irritant
Behind right upper motel balconey was a poet teacher and dressed accordingly
Remember that before five view points
Would even step out of the house
Frisco I was in Frisco
Chain gain
Thompson (type held a visit) number two
Second visitation seizure in hotel
Excitement on face gut wrench hospital
Cat odour lysergic acid smell
(Corn bubbly) it's the smell of hallucinating delusional
When mixed with a prescrip stuff of dear family doctor
New alias monthly
Spreadeagled in driveway
Come up soon for the third visit
That was in the future
The visit of an American poet
Gothic green goblin gnome
Cast her adrift my first mistake
Let her into the motel in Frisco
(Where the baby green crap baby green to Paris) - (.. .. plain ceilings) underneath a harassment action taken out by four eight troops visually ----ing 4 5 --- form Atlanta operating on the left and right flanks of the lobby - jetlag the main (and famous?infamous) body
what's left their task's to confuse enemy horses and vehicles hotel motel -- and baby crap
Atlanta religious group upstairs melted ceiling and baby crap brown coloured drift bubbled ceiling -- (my minds snapping)
Surprise visit this was the second
Visit of second pincer
You were so stupid smith you
(This eventually) had clean shaven your mind into a light pink scarlet smooth recepticle -- the second visit because at times you forgot - mentall illness is infectious theory

Tell of the birth
Tell how war appeared on earth
Musicians with gongs
Permeate the autobahns
Foetus of disgusting breath
And she split the egg
Cast a spell and war was born
Come follow me
Out of the obscurity
Pilgrims in songs
Swamp the empty aerodrome
Kalashnikovs but no houses
Women at the double, march
No food for the spouses
They wait for the US drop
Russians sit back and laugh While war casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She cast a spell
Split an egg and war was born
And pillage hopes with gusto
Even though they have no nerve
And she does just look on
And war does what she has to
War does what she has to
People get what they deserve

Can you see the ten houses of Eve?
And can you enter the ten houses of Eve?
And will you deny your own treat?
Dare you enter the ten houses of Eve?
Turn around and face the ten houses of Eve
If only
Identity art
If only the shards would relocate back in place
In your blue green and grey heart
For
Bedecked in lace
If only thoust could
In a rap sort of style
Understand
Will those shards relocate
If only...
Can you dig the ten houses of Eve?
Turn around and look at the ten houses of Eve
And will blood flow 'til you see
Do you believe you can enter the houses of Eve
Wake up and see
_____________, yeah
Do you believe?

Right we'll go here
Where is he?
Just been to the park
Not the pub, the park
Go on
We too do not recognise the M.U.
We come with our hands open in fiendship
We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity
WMC!
[The social alternative was incredibly frequent]
[completely unidentifiable backing singing continues....]
We come with our hands open in fiendship
We can lead you to proletarian visions of posterity
We merely make cabaret
We are on Gramme Friday

Fall advice!
Fall advice!
Fall advice!
Fall advice!
The Year Number 1
Has gone and turned
Into Year of Bomb
TV wars 24 hours
But it happens
Fall advice!
Shaking my bones down the M14
Passenger seat gripped tight
And seriously
I cannot sleep
But I'm happy
I cannot eat
So what about it?
It happens
It happens
It happens
Fall advice!
The works down the drain
And interest never wanes
So what about it?
Fall advice!
Yak! Yak! Yak!
Some are born to life
Some are born depressed
About it
Fall advice!
To parties underground
You're driving around in lake districts
You're stepping around
It doesn't matter to me
Cause it happens
It's magic
So what about it?

Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, boat-race disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
Two-face, boat-race displaced
My face disgraced again
Into the dimensions
Into two directions
Nowhere for him to go X2
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, boat-race
Disgraced hisface
Displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
Two-face, boat-race
Displaced his face
Disgraced
Into two dimensions X2
Origin horrible
Two-face, boat race
Disgraced
His face Displaced again
Into two dimensions
Into two directions
For all
For all to see
He thinks at dawn
He acts at noon
He stays alone
And in the evening
Two-face, both ways
Disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions
Into two dimensions
Left-side, horrible
Two-face, boat race
Disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions
Into two dimensions
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face
That's what they call me
They call me a two-face
Two-face, both ways disgraced
His face displaced again
Into two directions X2

Had a run-in with Boston Immigration
And to my name had an aversion
Nervous droplets
Due to sleeping tablets
No beer
No cigarettes
Slam, spikes, gin, cigarettes
Beer in ban
The cops are tops
Welcome to the 80s 90s
Welcome to US 80s 90s
I'm the big-shot original rapper
But it's time for me to get off this crapper
Welcome to the US 80s 90s No beer
No cigarettes
Spikes, gin, cigarettes
Whisky
Like cones of silence
Welcome to the US 80s and 90s
Like 50s, 1890s
Kentucky dead keep pouring down
By death stadium
No more amused dressing room
My ambition, but one chance in three million Jack
Like cones of silence
Cast aside over-inflation theory of the panic insists
Welcome to the US 80s 90s
Look at page 19, small column, lower right-hand side
Welcome to the 1980s

You let me down again
And then your goth, slag brain says
Tuff life yeah baby! X8
All you ever say
Is round revival boogie
It's a revival boogie
It's a
It's a small flat baby
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!
All you ever need
Tuff life yeah baby! X4
With the balding man
You went to the Netherlands
And with a pernicious refrain
You return and say the same
Give it to me baby one more time X5
You forever say
Tuff life yeah baby!
Tuff life yeah baby!

The war against Intelligence
War versus Intelligence
Notebooks out plagiarists
War Against Intelligence
War versus Intelligence
They got a lot of debris yesterday
They stuck out its golden horns
And volunteered its essence
War Against Intelligence
Hey pseud!
Why did you defect to the other side?
Hey dude!
Give the info a rest and use your mind
Dancing with your Dada mates [Dad and mates] in the corner
You're such a bloody fool
You think your haircut is distinguished
When it's a blot on the English landscape
Hey dude!
Get your mental bones right outta here!
You!
It's beyond your capability
Hey git!
In the league of mental short-arse
And you will never recompense
For your war versus intelligence
War versus Intelligence
War Against Intelligence
Hey dude!

It's time I started thinking on my feet
Instead of on my back
Now I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
It's been the bane of my life
But I've got time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
And sometimes people think you're just stupid
But I got time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Cos I got time
Time enough at last
It's just stupid thinkin' 'bout the past
Cos I got time enough at last
In a city in turmoil
It's hard to extract
The brains from the head of a minor executive
Now I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
And the projectiles hit you
When you least expect it
But I got time
Time enough at last
From a summit of experience
To a pit of its knowledge
Cos I got time
Time enough at last
Time enough at last boy
Time enough at last
I got time
Time enough at last

You know when you end up in some sort of a cine-complex
And the person next to you is someone you hate?
Well well well well well well well well with me,
I end up like that,
All around and inside left.
All through the walls
It suppurates.
Look it up!
I'm immobile.
Is your house for sale?
And Davey's just got out of his cell -
Where have you been this time?
Your lives are beyond the pale.
Walk the main drag, splayed.
See the blue baseball hatted, baseball blue hatted
School friends, pop mobs
Male loafers, business affairs advisers and members of the band.
Suppurates, look it up!
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.
Your friends, pop mobs, first wives, ex-loafers
And every day it is my pleasure to meet
The league of bald-headed men.
Baseball hatted, blue capped.
[You scored passages to assuage their post-latent sexual baldy alopecia.]*
And every day it's my pleasure to meet
The great league of bald-headed men.
* in the 'League Moon Monkey Mix' version

O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever ones tend to emigrate
Like your psychotic big brother, who left home
For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome
He's thick but he struck it rich, switch
The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop
Guess that's why they end up in bands
He's the green piece in us all
He's the creep-creep in us all
Condescends to black men
Very nice to them
They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingdon
You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens
Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups
Point their fingers at America
Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge
Cycles our distant spastic heritage
Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head
If we was smart we'd emigrate

Go back go back
to your diseased-[WHUP!]-control room
Don't be don't be
nice about it
just spit it back
Why don't, ward off
why don't you be mature about it
in your grey raincoat
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
huh
Off ward, ward off
The Joke
The Joke
five years in a PC camp Multicoloured sweets
in bottom of white sweet pack
The realization burns into my back
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Violent food
descends over you
The Joke
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp
The Joke
Five years in a PC camp

Keep reading me the Book of Lies
Keep reading me the Book of Lies
And you keep giving me
And you keep reading me
The Book of Lies
The Book of Lies
You keep telling me the Book of Lies
Book of Lies
I don't like what I'm doing to you
You don't like what you're doing to me
Don't make me cry
The Book of Lies
The Book of Lies
You don't listen to anything I say
Or do anything you promised to do
So why should I?
The Book of Lies
You don't listen to anything I say
Or do anything you promised to say
Listen to
Subject to
The Book of Lies
You keep reading me The Book of Lies

And who can ever forget this one?
Six times parking
Six, four
Form bar and six
Form a boxline
The aphid
The aphid
Bend down
Scratch around the carpet for insect
Get hook clamp
Stand up
Gel frame
Put insect in a jar
The aphid
Walk back two, three and four
Stop for a rest
Go back to scratch
The aphid
Hook clamp
Go back down
Scratch around the floor
Take hook clamp and put in jar
The aphid
Cover up with gel frame
Take two times four o o o one
UV gun back
Go back to the floor
Scratch around
Five, six supplied
The aphid
Bend right back
Form a boxline, sidecar
The aphid
Twenty times steps back
Frizzo
Get hook clamp
Turn to barn door
Retrieve kill frame
(Absolutely wonderful)
[Spoken, (not MES)]:
";Take six bottles of the six back, stand up straight, then bend down and scratch the carpet for insects and, if you find any, put the insects into the jar, than check the clamp on the jar and take six steps back. Ensure the hook clamp is on the jar and that's the aphid.";

Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Give us a ring, give us a ring kid
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
What are those trees
Painted white jobs
Silvered something
Silvered something
50 plus
Out to heal provincial pus
Let the real reverend walk
He says and does
He plans but they won't let him in
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite!

JP: Craig, you've been to see Manchester City. How was it?
CS. Er, grim.
JP: Grim? Really? Well once again, you see, because people always assume that I've got loads of technology available to me here and lots of people rushing about giving me bits of paper like they do on television. In fact I'm Just watching the television so erm...
CS: [...]
JP: Oh right yeah. Okay go on, tell us all about it
CS: Well I mean the first half we were all over them. It's a typical City game, y'know. Ye were like totally outplayed, and they're rubbish anyway, West Ham, it's got to be said. [.. .] but erm no we were all over them in the first half and I don't know what he puts in the tea in the second half but erm we were like kinda zombies when we came back on. There weren't any good players apart from er Rocastle which I thought was cut>
JR: [...] that one little thing where he sort of...
......
CS: Yeah we do we play lots of football, loads of passing, they play too much football, they're just kind of er. . . everyone's like looking for a passing opportunity rather than like a scoring opportunity.
JP: Not going to go down though, are they, Craig?
CS: Er.. .I don't know. Everyone else in er. .. everyone else thinks we're gonna go down but they've just like suddenly come out of closets, y'know, they've like discovered their grandfather was a United fanfar.
JP: Right
CS: ...some years back It's like the whole of Manchester at the moment anyway
JP: I was told you see, I was always told er the conventional wisdom was that .... cut> that isn't the case any more.
CS: Well the true Mancunian is the Man City fan, I find.
JR: (laughs)
CS: I mean they're all reds really aren't they and er. . . cut>
What upsets you really is that the training that you must have in discussion at your own level regarding the existence of god is far greater than everybody that's ringing in tonight.

You must retreat into mysticism
to find an origination.
Locate the base enclave,
Surmount all obstacles.
Heinz is guilty,
He says ";Look, I let the shot go by accident. I'm a black belt.";
His face is full of ex ex ex ex-cruelty. Guilt.
Blue-eyed. A caring sharing man.
Embarrass them into extinction.
Must he retreat into mysticism,
Or locate the base and climb?
Surmount all obstacles.
Progress.
It must have taken [...]
Hours and hours, that
What an interesting article
Das Judy und das Judy
Are the cobwebs on your kitchen cuticles
Heinz is guilty
on the borders of your imagination.

May the sideshow begin
Spinetrak
Young lad from Escom
Is a schizophrenic
He also thinks he's a man
His other half is his side-kick.
The man from Escom
Is a schizophrene
Other half is called Chick, his sidekick
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
Spinetrak
Spine clicked and came out of it's box
May the sideshow begin
One: endless pursuit of women
And desire to impress them
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak (On news programmes)
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
On news programs
Spinetrak
And application pages for womens' jobs
Who's other side too
Looked rather big
Sideshow begin
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak
You are my spinetrak, my spinetrak, my spinetrak

Young dicks make TV
Get 'em away from me
Young dicks make TV
Loads of hair-style ideals
Here's the other end of the tale
Here's the other end of the scale
Law expert makes studio
He had waited so long
Patrick Moore got a manifesto
He learned the words
Vid king and spontaneous
He learned the words
Analysis and through video
Solicitor in studio
If he got it right
Could be a celebrity
Like M. Pike
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
But solicitor in studio
Soon ran into trouble
>From the start, trouble with mike
Noises and high pitched wines
Aggressive interviewer much too fast
Then up came Beaumont Dark
Ripped his argument to shreds
Solicitor in studio
Who ran into trouble
He inadvertently proved the point
That his profession was rot
Shh Shh Shh
Solicitor in studio
Who soon ran into trouble

JJK Mel
Scent of Vichy
....expensive
JJK Mel
A.K.A. M.E.L.P/B.L.E.
Speciality
Superb sunflowers
>From the outskirts
the melodic experience
amplified
over centuries
raspberries in te/ (cuts out)
[....] (sounds like honeydew or something, no idea)
M.E. M.E.L. Ssssssssss [female backing track begins - M E L]
Speciality
Superb sunflowers
from the outskirts
Melodic experience
Amplified
Over
Centuries
raspberries
Ordinance special extra
(next bit is v. unclear and so guessed)
radiator
[...] connery
[......]
mine zine
to purchase with it's compliments
violence goes all fragmented zinc slinip (??!?)
Amberdash
JK attacks
JJK Mel
speciality superb sunflowers
from the outskirts
Amplified up the centuries
raspberries intense (in tents?)
Spence
thoughts on the antique
[.....] road fest
bungee jumping
in so..... (fades)

The harpy was the tops
Whose hair contained some red
Thin white skeleton
Just too good in bed.
He mother from the circus
Put her on Junior Show Time
Her father was much worse
Can't put why in this line
And in the little village
She was without malice
She left the moors behind her
And the beige heather
Packed her placky* bag
With blocks of brown cannabis.
She took a lousy Wednesday
Turned it into cold Spring
She got taller by the minute
She could sell you anything
And the morning after
I was quite astonished
She gripped me like a hawk
Her talons were quite famished
Ascend harpy
Sing harpy
Descend harpy
Give me harpy

Knew I was right all along
Rock to Them, a Talking Heads album
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Was I - victim in clown hat?
Was I - nearly toned
Then my powers did return....
Watch out!
Makers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads My powers none
Powers, get Batman
Said a twisted chill, flashes pan
It's MES in shoulder pads
Big fit deal for mothers of fads
It's MES in shoulder pads
You'd better
Line that bottom line
Against that different clan
Holding ankles
Rotten kecks
It's MES in shoulder pads

All these fads
It's shoulder pads
On New Year's Dawn
To my surprise
All the Macca lads stayed at home
Picking antiques
Encloses
Cosy fleck with green bits
Main undercurrent, white spermatoze
My powers
Against them, half-useless
My senses
Alive have party
Was embarrassed but stuck with them
Walked, at shoulder, down the street, ridicule
They couldn't tell Lou Reed from Doug Yule
Suppressed hate romance
It was like being back at school
My powers before them resound
My powers heard language, two-time doom
Win populace, internal defeat
Their mob had a coup d'etat
Realize what they'd always wanted
Knew I was right all along
It wasn't then a Beatles song
Superhero in harlequin kecks
Dim-wit lecture, half read
Cursing black singers ten years dead
Was a clown in victim hat
Was shouldered and spurned
Then my powers did return....

The scarecrow's down
I hope you are alright
I am alright
There's a letter marked 'urgent'
I have not yet read it
Rose
Rose
I hear you are in Hampstead
I hope you can get married
Rose
Rose
Hear that wah-wah going?
Remember you started it
Freckles
Rose
It is now all the rage
With the younger set
Your replacement
He is a good man Rose?
Rose
I've got a good woman
Sometimes
Rose
Rose
Rose

God bless the cold winds and its refreshing consequence, uh-huh,
Oh please return.
Hellas did tremble
Hellas did go away
Finding it difficult
To stand in its fury
Over the ironing board
But still this golden curl
Vented its Hellas fury
Return, baby baby baby come back to me.
Come back to me, return.
I was told to go easy and this one did
But still this golden creature raised its fury
Head sparkles
Return
Baby baby baby come back to me
Return
Is that a hair extension?
It's soaked in hair lotion
How can you smell your own head?
Return
Baby baby baby come back to me
I'll change the latch on the door
I'll get locks all over
I ran on up ahead
Sparkle and pander her

It is Hugh McSheepshagger
from Bolton
Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield
Next up, Mr. A. Ordinary from Whitefield
Judy's bastard offspring
We have Richard and Judy's bastard offspring
Baseball cap reversed
Next up, we have Mr. Stephen Hanley
Modelling the bald look

Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaahhh
Say! Mmmmmm-uuuaaaah
Say! Mmmmmm--uuuaaaah
Monday night at operation control
I sat facing rows of monitor mountains
Mind control
Life control
Operation mind control
My first is in car
I'm easily bought, but still always short
[Fly that over space beam]
And round my way the people still do say
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
And round these parts the people still impart
Riddler!
My second is in.. Zoooooooom!
Say! Mmmmmm
Say! Mmmmmm
And round my way the people still do say
Riddler!
Round these parts the people still impart
Ridd-ler
Ridd-ler
Third: slopes
Fourth: [inverting within]
Round my way the people still do say
Riddler
And round these parts the people still exclaim
Ridd-ler
And even now kids round our place say
Riddler

It's approaching
600 pounds gas and flesh
Robes in tatters
It's approaching
Lips and tongue abhorrent
Flickering lexicon
Or a stray dog pack leader
Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result
Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult
Realm of dusk
The Northerns
Look at the North ones
Their brains are unhinged by the sun
Rare stone
Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone
It comes to take them
Move out the armies

Is there anybody there?
Yeah!
Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock
Rocky! Rocky!
Is quester psykick dance-hall
Step forward for
ESP medium discord
My garden is made of stone
There's a computer center over the road
I saw a monster on the roof
Its colors glowed on the roof
Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
ESP medium discord
Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just bumble stumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves
Clock it! Clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Never bored with
ESP medium discord
When I'm dead and gone
My vibrations will live on
In vibes on vinyl through the years
People will dance to my waves
Rock it! Rock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Step aboard for
ESP medium discord
You gotta come
For a mental orgasm

Hey badges tinkle
T-shirts mingle
Hey you horror-face!
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces
I'm a printhead
I go to pieces yeah
End of catch-line
End of hook-line
We had a two page
It's what we needed
I'm an ill head
My face increases
How my head increases
Real problems, biz
So how is it, yeah
That I've reached here
I thought this game
Would do me good
How could printed vinyl bring you out to here?
We laughed with them
When it was take-the-piss time
I'm no egghead
But I'm an ex-worker man
W.C.-hero friend - and not water closet!
There's a barrier between writer and singer
Uh-huh he's a good man
Although a lazy one
The singer is a neurotic drinker
The band little more than a big crashing beat.
Instruments collide and we all get drunk
The last two lines
Were a quote, yeah
When we read them
We went to pieces
We went to pieces, yeah
We went to pieces, yeah
Regularly
One day a week
I'm a printhead, yeah
Twenty pence a week
Dirty fingers
Printhead X 3
With print you substitute an ear
For an extra useless eye

He moves slow at the petrol stop
It's Pat the trip dispenser
He came with solvent in his hair
The trip dispenser
Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken
It's Pat the trip dispenser
Friend of Syndicate of Sound
Pigeon toed band
McGinty thought he could fool the Fall
With his imitation speeds
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
He did not know there are no big shots on the rock
And even if there were, McGinty would not be among them
His head was full of icy calm
A clarity of nothing
It's Pat the trip dispenser
He paid at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper
It's Pat the trip dispenser

Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
If your rates too high
Write a snotty letter
If your rates too high
Put your life on this bit of paper
Advice on rates
Advice on rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
If your rates too high
You'd better sign this letter
If you don't pay your rates
You're gonna end up here
Or end up on debtors' retreat estate
Or debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' escape estate
Debtors' escape
Debtors' retreat escape
Debtors' retreat estate
Neuroticred landscape
A socialist state invention
The old government bones working
[Legendary Chaos tape:
Let's hear it for the working class traitors
Hello Warren Mitchell]
Debtors' escape estate
Debtors' retreat estate
A no-motivation estate
Debtors' escape estate
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay your rates
Pay pretty sharp
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay the borough
Pay your rates
Pay your water rates
Pay your rates
Pay your rates

(They gave their lives during the occupation
Arranged at the end of Japan
It was not a concentration camp
Annihilation
A million dead here
Annihilation)
And still we believe
As ghost presence
How does it show a dream
As ghosts
Decide
I've heard the same
How does this end They come from
They come from verdant albion
And still
Still they breathe
The corpor of this leaden leaf
Folding out with ghost
Censure
Still in the tub of side for bone shakes
These apes were once born
Fluid now
That's the truth
Drawn from the in-outlet
(One hundred thousand people perished there)
I still wish I could have seen you all
They lived thousand
The hills at dusk
Because they knew all the horrible
Culturations and evocations
Formulae
From verdant green-yellow puddles
Aesop
Purcell appears in the form of an angel
It's now
No good
Twice
(I want to wish you a happy journey back home)

In Pearl City
Pearl City
No-one knows, no-one cares
about your world of stocks and shares
I don't need no riding crop
I don't need no roundabout stop
You're welcome to Pearl City
See the bank
Bright white trains
You old coots
retired early
At Pearl City
In Pearl City
Cappuccino and a slice of quiche
It's salad for the new educated 'teach'
Everything is gonna work out fine
They're sleepin' us in the lec-lecturer line
In Pearl City
In Pearl City Ye over-counter drugs
Have left you totally bushwhacked
In Pearl City
We asked Vauxhall drivers
what they wanted from a garage
Did ya? Did ya?
At service center on the rock
Pearl City
I don't need a bird beggin at my knees
I don't need no riding crop
I don't need no roundabout stop
(Are you on the ball?)

I'm just trying to uncover the truth
Where's the Captain?
It's over, Cap'
Consider the helm, the helm.
The captain is in his bunk berth,
asleep as he should be.
Just trying to uncover the truth
It's over for you except scream.
";Aaaaah!"; [scream]
Ah/ah ah/ah [coughing] We're just trying to uncover the truth
Oleanna
Where's the captain?
Captain asleep in his bunk
Continue
Esconced in snow
The hell of....
This was the hell of Olleana HMS
Ensconced in snow
Ensconced
And still she is ensconced in snow.

Hosannah
First impressions...
Hosannah
Papal did visit, human trash
Waste
Prostrate, yellow-white umbrellas
Roam around
Universal love..for them...for the....
Papal visit
Human trash roam the town
Woke up by hosannah
Helicopters strip the land
First impressions will be the last
Woke up at 2
The man from iron
What happened to the man from iron
Mediator one
Human trash
Come for the visit
Eating lay bread
From what they come to call it
Sound like a yokel
For the first time
First impression will be the last
[Pope stuff continues....]
Peace resounds
Lay bread
Is in the nose and mouth
For the first time
In the assassin line
Papal visit
In the town
For the first time
Understood the assassin line

Walking down the street
Just the other night
I turned the corner to a fist fight
And I look-ah
I look-ah
I look around
Ol' Gang
Ol' Gang
Not around
Ol' Gang
Pretty short
Ol' Gang
Wants to get off home
Ol' Gang
Management
Programmes
Ol' Gang
I was walking down the street
Just the other night
Ol' Gang
Ol' Gang
Walking down the street
Give me small bother
Went around the corner
Feeling pretty mad
Well God damn it's

Kurious oranj
Kurious oranj
Yes, O yes
You're Bad News Girl
Bad News Girl
Hip hip hip hip hip
Bremen nacht
Frenz-uh
Dr Annabel Lies!

Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline
New puritan
This is the grim reefer
The snap at the end of the straw
With a high grim quota
Your star karma gin
New puritan
In LA the window opener switch
Is like a dinosaur cackle
A pterodactyl cackle
Jet plane circle
Over imported trees
All the film ghosts will rise up
With the sexually abused and the new youth
In Britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
Don't call me Peter I can't go
Salem's just up the road
I've got work to do
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven
[spoken] (right you go back to that riff)
Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven
And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline
New puritan
I curse your preoccupation
With your record collection
New puritan has no time
It's only music, John
New puritan
Ungodly mass
Thick ass

Wireless enthusiast intercepts government secret radio band and
uncovers secrets and scandals of deceitful type proportions.
Aghast goes next door to his neighbor, secretly excited, as
aforementioned was a hunter whom radio enthusiast wanted
friendship and favor of.
A new face in hell
Nearly a new face in hell!
A muscular, thick-skinned, slit-eyed neighbor is at the table
poisoned just thirty seconds before by parties who knew of
wireless operator's forthcoming revelation.
A new face in hell!
A prickly line of sweat covers enthusiast's forehead as the
realization hits him that the same government him and his now
dead neighbor voted for and backed and talked of on cream porches
have tricked him into their war against the people who enthusiast
and dead hunter would have wished torture on. A servant of
government walks in and arrests wireless fan in
kitchen for murder of his neighbor
A new face in hell!
The dead cannot contradict
Sometimes the living cannot
A new face in hell!

Everything you see you want.
Go to clubs.
Middle class revolt.
Put it down....
He wants Homestyle*
Sublimates the envy to C2s**
Bump into each other and jolt
D2s, D1s, bump into each other and jolt
Middle class revolt Calorific.
Middle class revolt
Everything you see
Middle class revolt
Go to clubs
Crashing into C2s
Middle class revolt
A man
Extremely lazy
Exhumes the cooked pigeon
His words indignant
Because it was cooked wrong
Middle class revolt

Er, what's this song about?
Er, nothing.
None
No recipes
It was like a see-saw
No
It was like an up and down
Bye bye
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
Reach or preach
It's all a diminished return
Now
Floorboard
Creaks
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you push your head in?
Astray
Our Friends
And the fathers are underground
Your mouth is sold out
Mother, Sister
Mother, Sister
Why did you put your head in?
The pylon

Mr Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a 'delic kick
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr Pharmacist
Hey Mr Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist I'll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr Pharmacist

[Instrumental]

You'll never see me trying to raise Cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of green
There's a slip-road up right ahead
leading to the agragarian
But I'm city born and bred
Too many car-fumes in my head
Just a well-read punk peasant.
But you'd think a country man would understand
the devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 6-7 pm
And the man who pretends he knows it all
is destined to a Mighty Fall.
Gets into your house with cheer,
then proceeds to take all you've got to offer.
This is not an autobahn
It's an evil roundabout
That leads to the Haywain
And you'll never see good trains again.
In late 60s, my daddy said to me,
you'll never see trams and clogs again.
Now they roam the city. Can these people not understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
M5 6-7 pm
The devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 to the country straight ahead
It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can they not understand
there's nothing worse than a bored man?
M5, 6-7 PM

In 1978
Was in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Now in 1992
Staying in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Abject
I'm too busy to think
Too busy to work
Just can't cut it
Married, 2 kids
Married, 2 kids
I pretend to go to work
I pretend to go to work
Got a porta-fax
Aftershave like mustard
Two pints of lager do me in
And The Spirit of Man
Is a pub I go in
I'm married, 2 kids
Have a peculiar goatish smell
Am a long-winded article
I get livid
Married, 2 kids
Married, 2 kids

Got no place to go
I'm tired of walking
Up and down the street all by myself
No love left for me to give
I try and try
But no one wants me the way I am
Why should I pretend I like
To roam from door to door
Maybe I'll just kill myself
I just don't care no more
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I've tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me Who would care if I was gone?
I never met no one who'd
Care if I was dead and gone
Who needs me to care for them?
Nobody needs me
Why should I just hang around?
Why should I just sit and watch
While the others smile?
I just wish that someone cared
If I was happy for a while
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I've tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me

We're still one step ahead of you
I still believe in the R and R dream
R and R as primal scream
Tied to the Puritan Ethic
Nonsympathetic to spastics
After all this, still a lonely bastard.
Eggheads, boneheads, queue
Queue for them
We were early and we were late
But, still, live at the witch trials....

Doctor Boring had a relationship with the drug company too
And I am half related to the Softness Group PLC
On TV today
Someone claimed their dog
had been molested by a textile chemist
But life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
The perscription's filled but I'm unsure of its contents
I sit back with a tight lip
Retina amazed
But life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And green grow the hedgerows along the walls
And I see that my problems are really small
[We're no rock group!]
Camera life, brown varnish, mauve
London is full of people leaving their homes
They got lack of length in their beds and in their rooms
And the cops say don't you dare leave your home
I'll tellya
Life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And Doctor Boring says you are very ill
And your top-knot is in the region of your soul
I was in a vortex I was headed for a Fall
I'll tellya
Life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And all music bounces so don't you get worried at all

And there's a big concert going down in this town
People cannot see society had broken down
I sat upon the green grass but it just brought me down
And the wife said 'get up' and it just brought me round
Fly ladybird, get right outta town
Use your transparent wings
Ladybird fly, fly ladybird
Green grass was purple black and speckled all around
Round the ring, this Croat town
The gas was obnoxious
It made me settle down, so I sat down
And the guy said 'get up' and it just brought me down
Fly ladybird, ladybird flee
Get right outta town, use your transparent wings
Above the leaping flames, get right outta here
Flee ladybird, ladybird fly
Pomerania is burning down.
Your family is gone, shot dead
Get right out of it
See the epaulette
Death: to let
Small change attached
I thought it was there but it just brought me down
Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round
Green grass was clear in the boundary zone
Grass faded into Wimpy brick in the ground
Mother's somewhere in Pomerania, but Pomerania is burning down
Ein kleine meisterwork, settled in my bones
Fly! Fly ladybird
Get right off the ground
Use your transparent wings
Get right outta here

Do you work hard?
Do you work hard?
You don't!
You don't!
You don't! Chicago, now!
Do you work hard?
Do you try hard?
You don't. Chicago, now!
All is commission time
Commission C.T. time
Set down, setting down
C.T C.T. time
Chicago, now!
Work hard.
Do you try hard?
Dear crew
Try hard. Chicago, now!
That's it: you don't.
That's it: you don't.
Chicago, now!
Chicago, now!
Step down
Setting down, just setting down
See their butt all over the street
You just go up and meet
Just setting down.
Chicago now.
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho.

We plough the fields together
In all types of intemperance
Our bones cracked in unison
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
You know what he is
And probably still is
Sticking his colours
To whatever new mast there is
But our agreement is over
I thought we had some kind of agreement
But with you it was just prurience
You're addicted to excitement
My energies are down now with yours
And you're sitting on my back fence
But I thought we had an agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Your brain is software
Your brain is Game Boy
It's filled with excretement
And your short-term memory
Will fleetingly remember
Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement

I was walking through the jungle just the other night
When I heard a big rumble and I thought it was a fight
I lost all volition and began to move my feet
It was a jungle drummer doing a knock down beat
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
A knock down beat and a chucked down set
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Well I moved a little closer just to get a better view
I saw a chimp and a monkey getting in a taxi queue
A hippo Jurassic Park we'll do it on the hop
Well the big big bounce was making me hop
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
And a knock down beat with a hip hop on my feet
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
And the fox grabbed the rabbit and they did the bunny hug
And all the beasts standing were cutting a rug
And the camel was talking to a special contibutor
And the elephant and the monkey did the ring dang do
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
Shot down beat and a hip hop on my feet
It was a jungle jungle jungle jungle rock
I was walking through the jungle just the other night
And the blues songs were pumping it white

When what used to excite you does not
Like you've used up all your allowance of experiences
Head filled with a mass of too-well-known people
(This is an important aspect of Big Priest.
His hypnotic induction process.
His commercial last chance)
Just step sideways from this world today
Just step sideways round this place today
Just step sideways round this world today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Don't ever hit that vulgar cave
The joker says: 'Go the opposite way'
Just step outside this futurist world today
Just step right round this...today
The Eastern Bloc rocks to Elton John.
So just step sideways from this place today
To be a celebrity you've gotta eat the past, nowadays
But who wants to be in a Hovis advert, anyway?
Just step right round this futurist world today
Just step outside this grubby place today
Just skip out miss the ice flicks of Bacardi
Just step outside this future world today
Don't let it beat ya
Don't let it whip ya
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung wurm back rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X6
...world today
Just step sideways from this place today
Jump on the back of nicotine
Hit those lung-wurm back-rays
Just step outside this future world today
Today X 4

Pensioner's waiting for leap year to come
and the young singer's waiting to sing
and there's a gardener outside a big estate
waiting for the grass to turn green
The drunk is waiting for an easy mark
the hitchhiker is waiting for a ride
and the prisoner's waiting for a prison break
and the surfer is waiting for the tide
Ah just waiting
You know everything comes to a standstill
nothing seems to make a turn
cause the worm's still waitin' for the early bird
and the early bird's waitin' for the worm
And nobody wants to do nothing
just waiting for a finger in the pie
and waitin' for a call from a TV show
or waitin' for an uncle to die 1-2-3
Everybody's waitin' for something
and nothing ever turns out right
because the night shift is waiting for the morning
and the burglar is waiting for the night.
Congregation is waitin' for the vicar
and the vicar is waitin' for the groom
the groom is waiting for his new bride
But the bride is waitin' for June
And everybody is just waitin'
and nobody wants to settle down
They got their heads in a holo-video
The cretin is waitin for U2 to come on MTV again
but the producer is waiting for the blonde bird
and the blonde girl's waitin' for him
Nobody wants to do nothing
just waiting for their chips and their pie
waitin' for a call from a big quiz show
or waitin' for some rich relation to die
You know everything comes to a standstill
nothing ever makes a turn
and the worm is waitin' for the grass to turn green
while the early bird is waitin' for the worm
I don't think I can really stand it no more
I don't think I can go through it again
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
I'm just waiting
Yeah bees are waitin' for honey
and I'm putting it on the back burner for now
cause everybody's racing and fawning and skivin'
and honey I'm waitin' for you
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'
Ah-just waitin'

It's a curse
Well thy forsooth
Who is that interesting hack over there?
By Gad, verily
Cracked curse
disliked
burdened
It's a curse
And am not unguilty of using it
";You, your tone is....
You tone of everybody";
Trying to bolt out of
Trying to get over
Operation mind fuck
";I do not like your tone.
It has ephemeral whinging* aspects.";
It's a curse. I am not unguilty of using it.
Waiting for you to f....
Trying to get out of
Tryna get out of
Waiting
They are waiting for you, bitterly, for you to fall over.
It's a curse.
Down their long egg breath
Cheap shaving lotion days
Their sandwiches stashed under their side seats
Their froglike chins ready to burst
I tell you, it's a curse, it's a burden
Trying to get over bargain vampires
In shops
I tell you it's a curse
";You, you tone is....";
Trying to get out of
It's a curse
Shafted over
It's a curse
It's a burden
That's burden
Operation Mind-Fuck
Look back bores
Bach and Wagner
All you really need is a good Schwartz
It's a curse
Balti and Vimto and Spangles**
were always crap,
regardless of the look back bores.
It's a curse.
Shafted over.
Trying to bolt out of.
Waiting for you.
It's a curse.

Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est.
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Well you started here to earn your pay
Clean neck and ears on your first day
Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate
And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
And the crap in the air will fuck up your face
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Boss can bloody take most of your wage
And if you get a bit of depression
Ask the doctor for some valium
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate
Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

MES: What I want to know is why don't real bands with real singers that don't go round explaining themselves. That's right go ahead, get ahead with your puerile slurred word rigmarole and put it out on the lids it's down congealed both the rest of your post nearly half realised birdlike thoughts clogging the solo seventies or new intellectual skinhead morass a shad mock whistle honestly professor competing with it observing scientifically brains are in that need maths to understand chords missing slide back to bottom of ravine while they catch up freezing outside contained thrash about. Thinks prescription wait a minute I need time my irritability you will pay for until you realise that it is you that are dumb. It's you keeping me in this bird cage screen. You don't work out go away stage cage move.
Comfortable leafy suburb. Green, lilac German type houses reckoning tape starts> a pale pretentious pseudo arty walks up like a cross between open the door. This began a slow palaver, subtle and almost (unconscious) in this loss of identity. And if you are bright, bubbly and sizzling with split personality you are Bobby.
Voice2: They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but that fraction, that small fraction missing is sometimes the most important. We gave you, I am, Bobby. We gave you, I am, Bobby.
Voice 3:I'll pay this in today then go to the market and library then Quicksave for some booze.
Edward's latest single's out. In the shops tomorrow. It's a hot number and it's at your local Quicksave store.
Voice 4: Extreme closeup of stamp banging down loudly on giro cheque. Robert peers at photo of Edward in music magazine. Special effect - Bobby's thought voice with very nasty tone. Reverb. Very loud bang of stamp. Though voice (your ma next) with saliva . Closeup of Bobby Hazel picks up music magazine and views with hatred picture of DJ Lauren in showbiz section.
Voice 5: Hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only I don't want my hair deep pink again.
Voice 4: Bobby Hazel examines the picture of DJ Lauren closely.
Voice 5: I want a DJ Lauren
Voice 4: banging of receiver on phone. Cut to Vidal Sassoon Salon. Closeup of hand highlighting strip of hair with tint. Cut to extreme closeup of DJ Lauren's face.
Voice 5: It's got to be the same
Voice 4: hairdresser puts phone down. Hairdresser says: Hiya Lauren what's up?
Voice 5: The Clonezone tonight. Can you do us before six?
Voice 4: The hairdresser says: The Clonezone, great! Good place. Can you get us in?
Yeah, how you finding it?
Alright
Good sound system there.
What you wearing?
Voice 5: Cut to dream sequence inside CloneZone
Voice 4: Special effect of heavy beat of jungle techno mixed with voiceover by Mark E Smith. FX Reverb, echo to beat of music. Strobe in slow motion. Black and white shot fade to the beat of music. Cut to DJ Lauren in humble mode.
Voice 6, female: Dirty little twat. You remind me of my ex. Hello, oh it's you yeah alright, have you got the right bloody colour this time, only I don't want my hair deep pink again. I want a DJ Lauren.

Night though I do not sleep
I dream of the park up the road
I open the bushes, a couple of lovers
Trying to be [lust-rockers]
And although my spouse is in the other room
I think we can do it here
Yes, uh, and she makes me pay
For every [girl and dussel of hat]
Anyway here, quiet here
You thought it'd be great
You thought it'd be great
But a good mind does not a good fuck make
I take you to the park up the road
But here is the rain
Rain makes policemen no threat
Turns cars into little specks
Muffles the shouts of your neighbour
And we will have sex here
Here, here
Couch, shagged out
There's no hard-ons
It's just come and it's gone
I'm becoming everything I used to hate
But I can't go back there
Not back there, I can't go back there
Not back to the park
The brown monk ghost'll catch us
And make us lust-rockers
Make us wear huckleberry masks and, uh, huckleberry masks
You sing you don't believe in [couples]
But I can't believe that
Especially the crap about the huckleberry masks

You try and change it
You try and arrange it
You try and shape it
But it's immortality, yeah
It's immortality
You cannot change it
Or rearrange it
It's immortality
Immortality
Immortality
That's where you're at, dear
You're shedding your mentality
But it's immortality
And you cannot buy it
You cannot put it in your pocket book
You cannot put it in your BCI
Don't try and shape it
Cos it's immortality
It's immortality, yeah
Immortality, yeah
It's where you're at, yeah
Immortality
Immortality
The Viking gods had it
[Lord/Nord] Odin had it
Don't try and change it
Don't try and put it in your pock-book-et
It's immortality
It's immortality, yeah
And you cannot change it
And you cannot rearrange it
And you cannot shape it
Cos it's reality, yeah
It's immortality, yeah
You cannot buy it
And that's all you're gonna get
From immortality
Immortality

A pillbox crisp
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
A pillbox crisp, that French git
The spikes he left in the bathroom
And I never heard from him again
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
I feel voxish, stack-heeled Hari Krish
Those disgusting [vegan new/youth punks]
Caught my life mould, give me silenced lectures Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
I've been sharpening a knife in the bathroom
On a brick I got from the garden
No one will fuck with me again
Offer, offer, it was not an unreasonable offer
But it made me hungry
For victuals could not raise nor buy
Feel vox crisp
And voxish

I'm a Mummy
I scare people
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I'm a Mummy
I was born one thousand nine hundred and fifty nine years ago
Look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I don't try to scare people
I really came back to meet Paul McCartney
But people run from me
Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody
I wish there was someone somewhere that wasn't scared of me
I'm a Mummy
Hide quick a Mummy
Watch what happens when I walk up to somebody
Aaaah!
I don't try to scare people
But look what happens when I walk up to somebody
I'm a Mummy
Skinny Mummy
You don't scare me
What's happening here?
You're not mad enough
Skinny Mummy
I'm a fifth element
My daddy was a mummy too
They were born one thousand and sixty six nine hundred years ago
But look what happens when I walk up to somebody
Mercy
I'm outta here

I come and stand at every door
But no-one hears my silent plea
I knock and yet remain unseen
For I am dead for I am dead
I need no fruit nor even rice
I need no meat nor even bread
And I need nothing for myself
When children die they do not grow
I woke one day to ash in light
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright
Death came and turned my bones to dust
And scattered swirling in the wind
I need no fruit nor even spice
I need no sweet or even bread
And I need nothing for myself

(taped narrative):
Awake at 5am
Mr Hughes was right in retrospect
He knew the climate
I was a farm hand in Ross County
Then he came
The Hurricane
(MES):
This cleanliness won't take your brass
Mr Greaves was right in retrospect
He knew this climate
I'm not an ordinary guy
Am I?
I held yellow thick ropes
So died before him
I was a farm hand
Then came
Hurricane
Then came
Hurricane
Asleep at twelve thirty
In cosy cots
I get up early
I plough the land
Then came
Hurricane
My ears are rushed
My ears are rushed
There are characters in my brain
Hurricane rushed
Come at will
(jeers)
(Tommy):
I was always awake from 5 am
Mr Hughes was right in retrospect
He knew this climate
Ross County town
Bank is closed
Then come

Now I've got a lot to say now baby
But it doesn't concern me today now baby
Hello
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Give it to me gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Hello
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Give it to me gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Shh
Ahh
Unh Unh Anh Anh Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby
Just gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it slowly baby
Gimme gimme gimme it gently baby

Hit the North
Would you credit it, Bradford, town name
We're just savages
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
I think what the hell, get some! Get some!
They're not too bad, they talk to God
They're just savages, they're just savages
Hit the North
You can't get a break on the estates, but what the heck, it's great
[...] it's north west north middle south east etcet and so forth
Those big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Just savages
Hit the North
Will ya Hit the North
To all the boys and chicks, Hit the North
The government say estate agents alive complain
Hit the North
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
And all the lights are pretty
Striker! Mitherer!
Savages
Hit the North
Now this is the truth, go forth, go forth,
in the reflected mirror of delirium, of Victoria's lager,
the induced call, mysterious, comes forth - Hit the North

Would you credit it?
[In play davian]
Town Bradford existssss [4]
Computers infest the hotels - get some! get some!
Cops can't catch criminals
What the hell, they talk to God
We're just sssss
Hit the North
Can't get a break on those estates, but what the heck
All the hoots
All the lights so pretty
Hit the North
Striker! Mitherer! Get outta here!
Hit the North
The government say, the government says
All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Hit the North
Savagessss
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
Hit the North
Now this is the truth, wrong influence from French corpse
Hit the North
My cat says ow!
In the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium,
Eastender and Victorian lager, the induced call, mysterious,
comes forth - Hit the North

Hit the North
My Cat says eeeee-ack
Hit the North
95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed [1]
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God [2]
Religioussssss
Hit the North
Manacled to the city, manacled to the city
All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath
There's no lights so pretty
Those big big big wide streets
Those useless MPs
Savages...
Hit the North (Manacled to the system)
From the back third eye psyche, the reflected mirror of delirium,
Eastender and Victoria's lager, the induced call, mysterious,
comes
forth - Hit the North
(Savages)
Hit the North

Hilary
Where's the sixty quid you borrowed off me for the gas?
I won't give you a kiss
Hilary
Hey Hilary
'New Faces' on Saturday at six
Brought you back to me
Hilary
I'm sure it was you in the new Audi
Outside Sainsbury's
Hilary
Remember when you needed three caps of speed
To get out of bed
And now you're on ecstasy
Hilary
With your daft African pop
And that wine you call bull's blood
Hilary
I thank the lord that you still don't live next to me
Hilary

Stop eating all that chocolate
Eat salad instead
In fact, you're a half-wit from somewhere or other
Why don't you bog off back to Xanadu in Ireland
Glam Rick
Don't try to cheat me
I'm fragile
You hang around with camera crews in shell-suits
You lecture on sweets
You read Viz comic
Glam Rick
You are bequeathed in suede
You are entrenched in suede
Glam Rick
You've got celluloid in your genes dad
You are Glam Rick
You've cut my income by one third
You are working on a video project
You hog the bathroom
And never put your hand in your pocket
Glam Rick
You're Glam Rick
You're paging the [Malagna] in Spain
But can't read between the lines
Your price, cut down is amazing
You're one of the best songs I've ever heard by Stephen King
Glam Rick
Rhinestone
Your Clearasil produces Richthofen rashes,
Sideboard-like on mountains
Clearasil is in conjunction
Shadrach, the shock
Glam Rick
You post out sixty-page computer printouts
On the end of forests
All the above will come back to you
And confirm you as a damn pest
Glam Rick
You're Glam Rick

I don't want to go back anymore.
I don't wanna go to work in the rain.
No more toast grilled on the heater.
No more of that A&R; girl.
And having to meet her.
My personage
It writes everywhere [in race anywhere]
You Pep!
And I stick my Parker pen under my ear
Beneath my own carefully scruffed hair.
What I wear
Have to check out of Moody's lair
Hang on
Hang on, leaves your bad house with me
Into the room of the bass player.
Why won't you go up stairs?
You Pep! Don't think he's don't get in slippy
North-old-hamptonshire.
I believe there's a new drug out.
It's called speed I wrote a song about it
Conceptually a la Bowie.
But it's been lost in the vaults of the record company
By our manager
So instead our new 45 is 'Girlies'
[Eckides] on, brown tonguer
Yours, brattingly.
Everyone says ";please";
Anyway is a waste of life
Wait to say it in Lancashire
You Pep!
You had the best summer
And now it's wearing off.
No more excuses
For your traitorism.

It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At three a.m.
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones
It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country
Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
Small up town Americas like your outskirt town
The villagers
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country

Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance
Kickback art thou that thick?
Death of the dimwits
Businessman hits train
Businessman hits train
His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth
The journey takes one hour
And its a hexen hour
Hexen school
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule
Explain the mood harm
The DDR scene
Alpine pullovers
Alpine give over
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
It's not your domain
Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say
Cause its a hexen rain
Hexen fodder
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule explain the mood harm
While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm
Brown, shrivelled
A Kellog's peace
The opposition was down
Red church on a hill
Red church on a hill
Styrofoam insides
Aluminium tiers
Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles
And its a hexen hour
Hexen file
Hexen rule
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule in the hour of the fall
It takes grace to play the second fiddle well
His cap emblazoned a crusty knife
[Live only one,] was these you ate
Goes with you down, and pats your head
That's strife knot
Strife ker-not
Strife is life and don't forget it
Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Strife knot
Strife ker-not
Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it
Strife is life and that's it
And that's it, and that's it
And that's it
The following from Sinister Times:
Our pine pullovers
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
Its not your domain
Don't confuse yourself with
someone who has something to say.
That green peace looked like saffron on the realm
Brown, dishevelled
A Kellogs home
Red church on a hill
Styrofoam inside
Aluminum Tiers
Louis Armstrong tapes waft
down the aisles
Synthesized
That's strife knot
It takes grace to play the
second fiddle well
Life is strife, don't forget it.
Life is strife and I said it
Strife is life, but you don't
want to hear it.
Biggest bed holds the mask of death

William!
Glorious repression
Articulate, immaculate, glorious
Revolution
Coast to coast
Lord guide me soft
From coast to coast
God guide me soft
I come for your goods
I come for your goods
Pray guide me soft
Pray guide me soft
Coast to coast
Lord guide me soft
Coast to coast
God guide me soft I come for your goods
I come for your goods
Pray guide me soft
From coast to coast
Lord guide me soft
From coast to coast
Lord guide me soft

Porterage down
The dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales person mobile
Porterage down
Dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Was introduced by a woman loose-limbed, slim
One woke up to a whitewashed ugly wall - whoosh!
Made worse by dirty postcards
Trapped in their town
They're embracing criminals in panicky hall
No temper for Fall group
I'll put you down
Porterage down
To the dark gross chapel
He stepped streets around now
Sales-person, mobile
I'll put you down
To the gross chapel
You were right said Peter
Dying for a smoke
But you shouldn't have said to the police
Jobs I do are little things
Like the chemist coming on insulted
They were as fed up as I was
Waiting outside after putting blame on you
Porterage down
Ask him! I am ailing
Porterage down
Then let us fill a bumper,
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the louped clothes.
May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years
Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees,
And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis,
About the enemies' ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the British Grenadiers.
I'll put you down

Someone's always on my tracks
In a dark room you see more than you think
I'm out of my place, got to get back
I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence
I've got shears pointed straight at my chest
And time moves slow when you count it
I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best
But I'll appear at midnight when the films close
Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
I couldn't live in those peephole places
They might get to know my actions
I'd run away from toilets and faeces
I'd run away to a non-date on the street
Cause I'm in a trance
and I sweat
I don't want to dance
I want to go home.
I feel trapped by mutual affection
And I don't know how to use freedom
I spend hours looking sideways
to the time when I was sixteen
Cause I'm in a trance.
I'm frightened.
Amphetamine frightened
I go to the top of the street
I go to the bottom of the street
I look to the sky, my lips are dry....

Two hours!
With four left wing kids
I spent time in Nazi Fortress
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-11
I did not understand why
I could not accept the fact
that I'd accepted the contract
Much discussion in this institution
Much discussion in boiled beef and carrots
Room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11
It was clear in the window eye
The brick outlined the blue sky
And I had to go round the gay graduates in the toilets
And Good King Harry was there
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11
Much discussion in room C-H-1-O-C-H-2-O-11

In 2001
A Life code:
It pays to talk to no one.
Proliferating across the earth.
Also Sprach Zarathustra*
Faction Europa
Free Range.
2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
Proliferating across the earth
Pressure guilt
Grudge match
12 cm flak unit
Range 1 stroke 35
This is the spring without end
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind
By 2001
Also Sprach Zarathustra
It pays to talk to no one
Europa, faction
Proliferating across the earth
Free Range
This is the spring without end
This is the summer of malcontent
This is the winter of your mind
Insect posse
will be crushed
Moravia, trouble
Moldavia
Europa
Every second third word
Europa
It pays to talk to no one.
Free Range.

Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain
Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain
La la la la la la
Das Vulture Ans Das Nutter Ein Wain
Vulture Ans Das Nutter-Wain
Vulture
Ans Das Nutter Ein Wain
Jester
Jester
Parson's prayer
So few and far between
Down and out
Carry on clown
Paint your face
And close your mouth
Vulture
Ein das Nutter
La la la la la la Vulture
Das Vulture Ans Das Ans
Ein Nutter Wain
Vulture Ans Ein Nutter-Wain
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Carry on clown
Ans Vulture Ans Ein Nutter-Wain

I'm fit and working again
Walk down the road in the sun
I make a path through a forty strong gang
I'm fit and working again
My sick, think I've seen the tail end
I'm fit and working again
I used to hang like a chandelier
My lungs encrusted in blood
But the flex is now cut clear
I'm fit and working, dear
Took me ten years to write this song
I'm fit and working again
I used to think this bog was the domain
Opinion is at most
One stimulus reason
If you've got the most
With the true precis
Analysis is academic
Some thoughts can get nauseous.
Sat opposite a freak on a train
Warts on his head and chin
Boy, was I getting so vain
I saw the recession around Victoria Station
I'm fit and working again
Gimme the sun.
I'm fit and working again
And I feel like Alan Minter*
I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper
And I chucked out the Alka Seltzer
Cause I'm fit and working again...
Don't you know that was the tail end.

Crowd control
Crowd
Crowd
Crowd control
Crowd
Crowd
Crowd
Crowd
Crowd control
Crowd control
I can't seem to plug myself in
Plug myself in
Fuck off
The glasses are broken
I don't want to know
Fix them
Do me a favour cut your lip and shut up
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Myself
Everybody but myself
Myself
Myself
I can't double dare
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Infant transfiguration
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself
Transfiguration
Everybody but myself
Everybody but myself

Come to me
Come unto me
All ye that labor
You that are heavy laden
Cos everything hurts
And everything hurts
I've been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
Got an empty pocket book
Got a big fat momma in my cheque-book
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
I got the disease tinnitus
I'm speakin' like I've got Tourrette's
And everything hurts X3
I'm born X 2
I'm dressed like a road beacon
On my way to Valhalla breakfast
And everything hurts
Can't you see the bitches by my side
Followin' me through all my life
And everything hurts
I was born X 3
Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden
My head dip dip dip dipping, man
All my limbs are disconnected
And everything hurts X3
I've been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
And everything hurts X2
Everything hurts
[...] man
Cos everything hurts
I got a big fat [slug] on my knee bone
And the back of my [...], zipped up
And everything hurts X2

Post-festivities
I'm feeling numb now
From remedies and Prozac
I'm kinda two-tone
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
Prozac
Don't touch that phone dial
Stick with kindred
Welcome in
I'm on automation
And family
Is cerebral caustic
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
(I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb) Everything is broken
because of grist that curtails
Get the Western on
Stick with family
At the lodge
At the lodge
At the lodge
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
I'm feeling numb now
I'm feeling numb
I'm feeling numb now
Don't touch that phone dial
I'm feeling numb
Stick with kindred
(Feeling numb now)/At the lodge
(Feeling numb)/At the lodge
(Feeling numb now)
The grist that curtails
will make us strong
(Feeling numb)
And you'll be dead
before I'm born
PUH!

I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life
Chorus:
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still
How long is long in a hellish place?
And dreams today are draining us dry
And I proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles
Chorus
A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but
Chorus
Sit still
Hate from the hills
And all the bands still dream of photo-Draygo
The county of Lancs dreams of photo-Draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-Draygo
but
Chorus
Hate from the hills
How many times do I have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold

Doctor Faustus: Horshoes Splackin' Swallows Haycart, Cart-Horse. Of the peasant blockin' his path. Doctor Faustus: Power showin', spits out Hay-cart, cart-horse, hay and box at the gates of ANHOLT. Dr. Faustus: At the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous, appear behind curtains in winter. Dr. Faustus: At the decadent court, made animals from sun-lands appear in the sparse gartens of Vinter in ze likkle willage. Doktor Faustus: Horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse, hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path.
Must leave his student friends.
FAUSTUS! Come get yer chips!
Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky.
Cast me blood silhouette, thru the ceiling sky.

The minute I get out of my tent,
My garden is covered with cement.
The minute I went,
And Radio One blasting outside.
Asterisk.
Twixt light and dark
He said I'm a handyman.
He was a handyman.
Hewas a handyman.
He was handyman.
I said what you doing round that grave?
Said I'm a handyman
I saw you chatting to my wife
Between the light and door.
It was a handyman
And the minute I got outta my tent.... Go out.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha....
They have cheese.
Not me.
It was a handy a-handy a-handy man
Conditions not good job
You try and try to get under
Just bang around
Just bang around .
Ha ha ha ha.
And it does not cut me down.
And Sunday nights don't get out anymore.

I am the dice man
And I take a chance, huh
Do you take a chance, huh?
Where you two going?
Where you two going?
Is this a branch on the tree of showbusiness?
Do all these musicians
Have a social conscience?
Well, only in their front rooms
But I am the dice man
And I take a chance man
Do you take a chance, huh?
They stay with the masses
Don't take any chances
End up emptying ashtrays
But I push, push, push, push
Throw the bones and the poison dice
No time for small moralists
Cos I am the dice man
And I take a chance, huh
Do you take a chance, fan?
They say music should be fun
Like reading a story of love
But I wanna read a horror story
Where are you people going?
Where are you people going?
Is this a branch on the tree of showbusiness?
But I am the dice man
A balls-on-the-line man
Do you take a chance, baby?

Said I ain't no millionaire
But I spent more money than one ever seen
I'm gonna change that scene one day
It's what you're supposed to say
Hey hey hey hey
Can't get far in land of immovable frogs
Can't get far in home of horrible hoax
And you don't last long on a diet of tea and toast
Hey hey hey
And I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby
I steal what I have
Confessions confessions
Bring detractors
Keeping shtum
Brings dough and attractions
Costello, ideas trenchant borrows
New song benefactor
Is the past tomorrow
Sing, sing a song
I'm singing the song cause I copped it baby
Don't last long
There's guns behind you
Aura of desparate boot licker
And you can't hang on with a cuff of him and girl
I'm singing a song cause I copped it baby
Taking out a policy for love and destruction
Can't operate with this vexation
Say it again, real real gone
I know I've copped but I'm not the only one.
It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it

First off
you've got ze answer
[Misereen] all its skin
Bug day
Bug day
Midges - midges hovered over the heather
3 moths shivered
Green moths shivered
Cockroaches moldered in the ground
Tonguehorns belched fire
So, fleed at sea
Terrors hit water
Minoa said 'eek'
Minoa said 'eek'
Sea reaffirms some things
We learned some things
People behave very wrong
Create company
Green is starboard, back
Left is port, there
Old continental women
Coffee cups poised on front Facing up to the sea is a very hard thing
Facing up to sea is a v. hard thing
Anything is better than bug day
Bug day
Bug day
Bug day
But day
[mumbles]
Bug day
Anything is better than bug day
Bug day
Bug day

Couldn't get ahead
I just couldn't get ahead
Come out of pub, the shop is closed
Come out of pub, Harry wants to know
When the next bus is
I said five or ten minutes
I had my change in my hands
The bus flashes past.
My hands are caught
Couldn't get ahead. I just couldn't get ahead.
In a week, earned money for month
Got all my jobs done
My eyelids were sick of it
Gist was I could sleep for a day?
But bad bills have no respect for a decent man's rest
Flopping on the doorstep
Outlined in color red
Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead.
On an Asiatic plane with wings not of the grain
Toilet queue was endless
Couldn't get a beer
The hostesses were muslims
When I get in toilet,
Light flashes: ";Return to seat.";
I feared withdrawal
And I feared beer was making sludge of my head.
Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead.
Now my problems are solved
It's a remedy of old
I pretend I'm blind you see
Put on some Armani clothes
And act like ET
Where I'm at is a cabbage patch,
no longer strewn with weeds
Have a Ghandi at me
Colour mags wish me well
No more, no get ahead.
Couldn't get ahead. Just couldn't get ahead.

We are the Fall
Northern white crap that talks back
We are not black. Tall.
No boxes for us.
Do not fuck us.
We are frigid stars.
We were spitting, we were snapping ";Cop Out, Cop Out!";
as if from heaven.
Sucker X 9
No stars in the zone
I stay at home
I live on snacks
Potatoes in packs
I like to blow...
I like to blow....
I like to blow
Concentration zone
The years go in circles,
the years go in circles
Hopes goes, I'm gone
Smoke comes, i go
A spurs fan, a warrior,
happy no-hoper
Dull, manage,
I think slow.
Sucker, blow.

Net cap. of 58 thousand pounds
They sweat on their way down
Grey ports with customs bastards
Hang around like clowns the
Uh-containers and their drivers
Bad indigestion
Bad bowel retention
Speed for their wages
Suntan, torn short sleeves
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey This is not their town
Big cigars come out of the ground
Sweat on their way down
F. Jack's a distant relation
Communists are just part time workers
And there's no thanks
From the loading bay ranks
Look at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
RO-RO roll on roll off
The container drivers
Speed for their wages
Uh-containers
Uh-and their drivers

I said shut up
Everybody go Cary Grant's wedding
Champagne hip hip hooray
Thank you folks for coming today
How much was the price of the Dodge?
Sure it's worth a whole lot more
I said go to Cary Grant's wedding
All you folks and fools
Cary Grant's Wedding
All you folks and fools
Have been invited to
A new-wave personality
Stumbles out of the ruins
Cos he's been invited to
Cary Grant's wedding Buster Keaton he turned up
He wasn't a woman
He didn't take hallucigens
A poor mate for Cary Grant
Slaughterer of innocents
Add on 30 years
And you've got Jake Burns
Joe Strummer
All you're going to
Cary Grant's wedding
A new-wave Hollywood
Where everybody's good
But not great
Cary Grant's wedding

Three days
Three months
Three days
Three months
A treatise
A treatise
To explain these
First was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire they're A
In King Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is there
The scene started here
Then was America
Then was America
We went there
Big A&M; Herb was there**
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
And the secret of their lives
Is...
All the English groups
Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
On a route to the loot
To candy mountain
Five wacky English proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
Or think of death
Five hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
They really get it off on
";Don't hurt me please";
Rapist fill the TVs
And the secret of their lives
Is S.E.X..
I have dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro Nazis
Like Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds
[Applause from audience at Cyprus Tavern ]
This was going to be called crap rap fourteen,
but it's now Stop Mithering.
The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge.
Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
The Sunday morning loud lawn mower,
the upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering every thirty minutes,
from valium cig withdrawal.
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.
The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
Stop mithering***
The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
The residents keep wild dogs
And on that father's bedroom closet top,
electric blanket boxes
Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
Stop mithering
You think you've got it bad with thin ties,
miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle.
Make joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell,
Join round table. ";I like your single yer great!";
A circle of low IQ's.
There are three rules of audience.
My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places,
on record company expenses.
I lose humor, manners become bog writers, don't know it.
The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
H in electronics, on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks, pose through a good film, him, him
Stop mithering
I'm not joining conventional rock band.
The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now
experimental,
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing.
So stop mithering.
Engineers save up for cars.
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten.
Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for more pay.
They say ";See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate";
To their mothers they sing
Stop mithering
He even did fail the penile tissue test.
He hangs out for sex.
He enters magazine contest.
White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.
He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry.
The secret of Cash and Carry.

Fill green envelopes and send them to ya
On train ride, read Marx tracts
Play walkmans loud behind ya
Demonstrate on Oxford Street
About what the Hell they couldn't tell ya
British people in hot weather
Have a heart-to-heart with your sister
People in shorts drunk before ya
Beached whale in Wapping
His armpit hairs are sprouting
Serpentine ah.... Serpentine grrr...
British people in hot weather
Press hot houses waste tree statements
Compare your pearls before the King of Monks
I'm telling ya, oh
Do they know they can get cancer?
Designer tramp goes grrr...
Looking jolly from Stoke
As he walks through and makes up
Titles like this, to order
They're well off their trolley
Smoking like a chimney
Bespectacled stare-out
British people in hot weather
I was a candidate for club 18-30
but I've been through all that shit before
British people in hot weather
That's it, I'm looking straight for the car
If that's how you feel, let's go
British people in hot weather

[This song features two simultaneous vocal tracks along with a lot of intentionally annoying electronic sound effects --ed.]
[BRIX:]
Veins on leaves
A cat of kings
A mouthful of seed
A strand of beads
An hour of lust
A bucket of trust
It's time to rest
My shiny things
Pull them off
Pull them off
Pull them off of me
Little one, please don't cry
Shiny things you just can't buy
Trying to fix
Isn't broken
Letting dust
Inside old swings
Turning to rust
My shiny things
Pull them off
Pull them off
Pull them off of me
Little one, please don't cry
Shiny things you just can't buy
Trying to fix
Isn't broken
Locked in dust
Insect wings
Turning to rust
My shiny things
Turning to rust
My shiny things
Pull them off
Pull them off
Pull them off of me
Little one, please don't dry
Shiny things you just can't buy
[MARK:] Bonkers at Phoenix
You never know, though, eh? eh?
That Glastonbury...
Would all people who want
Vegetarian burgers go on the left
And those who want meat burgers on the right
Carparking is available at Glastonbury Phoenix
Out of the back
You see me
Naughty wicker man, oogie man
You see me, oogie man
M. Riley
You mood swing
And from the day
Angles with you
Bonkers at Phoenix

They're always hitting on me
But I'm getting thin
From waiting on
They just want me to be
Behind the counter
The hen centre
Was always picking on me
There they are tucking in all over shop
Got no time
For dinner or tea
Behind the counter
Every car I see
Is always picking on me
They take a left turn when I cross, guaranteed
They park on the pavement
Some have paid parks on the pavement
Here I say ";Wait sir, wait sir,
You'd better wait sir";
Guaranteed
I'm getting thin
From idiots who write rock books
Disparate
Ex-groups cold would've played this
";For Nose Pin and the Punk Piggies
Didn't quite make it,"; they say
Get behind the counter
The other side of the counter
Chill it, boy
The other side of the counter

[What you say is true, bad news girl, is bad news girl]
Insistent girl
I'd appreciate
Not is stuff
Hot stuff girl
Hot stuff girl
After troubled place
Is talking to you
But I'm acclimatized
To your mind
What you say is true
Hot stuff girl
What you say is true
But
Jaded lust and tiresomeness
Are not what I want to look at
Hot stuff girl
Hot stuff girl
Plenty people keep you occupied
Wet sex'll keep you anaethetized
Hot stuff girl
You got a big [..]
But plenty people make it all right
For hot stuff girl
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye my dear
Goodbye my dear And you're doing well
For bad news girl
You're doing well
Bad news girl
Bad news girl
It's hot stuff girl
It's hot stuff girl
Your bad news girl
Though the peole make it alright
For bad news girl
Your bad news girl
It's hot stuff girl
It's hot stuff girl
Your bad news girl
Your doing fine for bad news girl
But your bad news girl
Bad news girl
I see you over the hill
Bad news girl
But your bad news girl
Bad news girl
It's hot stuff girl
Your bad newsgirl
Bad news girl
Bad news girl
But your bad news girl
It's hot stuff girl
I wish you well
I see you over the hill
Bad news girl

Last week after ";Dynasty";
I had crows feet under my eyes
Paid two days for getting high
Freezing
Wheezing
Got pasted in a bar
I hope I've got the number
These are finest times of my life
This is the greatest time of my life
This is the greatest time of my life
These are the biggest times of my life
But just lately seeing you
I rise a.m. off pink sheets
I am renewed
I am aglow
Red brick and green is the streets
You dressed today as if for riding school
Your legs are so cool
Came twice
You thrice
These are the greatest times of my life

Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Dream theatre
And this day
No matter what all who fills baskets
Or who's just there
The whole earth shudders
And this day
Seen from the bottom glass phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the road
And you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
The old feelings came back
You show me the bloody poor bores
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
A big basket full S-pub S-mart
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
A big basket full S-pub S-Mart
A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages
Poetic justice
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
As seen from a glass bottom phut cig
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Who are the translators?
In a Bl glandule area
And though the blades make presence felt
Like US football players
And this day
It will soon heal up
Everywhere
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note
And this day
The old feelings came back
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
Even god pays here
You can go all around Holland
Holland Europe
Youth continent
But it will soon come back
And this day
It will soon heal up
The surroundings were screaming on the roads
So you even mistrust your own feelings
And this day
I am right here
The fear and the awe
Medical thingy
And this day
Everywhere just
no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Jim kidder
And this day
Who are the translators?
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite for us here
Guaranteed by god
Rosso rosso
And this day
The old feelings came back
Everywhere
And this day Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches?
Who
Who
Classical
Smart organic brain bank
Multiplexes
Who are the transistors?
Who are the numerical leeches?
Brain bank
It's clear when every lie disturbs
Makes you jump
Everywhere
Just no fucking respite
Us here Jim kidder
Your friends are dust
They're in bits
They're dust
Dusty friends
I cannot account
For this village
Turned me into a nigger
Space dusty clock drove me
To this village

Shhhh
We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall.
Who would suspect this?
It is too obvious.
Our office is secluded.
Those there to suspect
Would not see the wood for the trees
We were six like dice but we're back to five
Up here in the North there are no wage packet jobs for us
Thank Christ
While young married couples discuss the poverties
Of their self-built traps
And the junior clergy demand more cash
We spit in their plate and wait for the ice to melt
I must create a new regime
Or live by another man's
Before the moon falls
I must create a new scheme
And get out of others' hands
Before the moon falls
I could use some pure criminals
And get my hands on some royalties
Before the moon falls
A problem of this new scheme
Is answering obscene phone calls
Before the moon falls
Gotta stop drifting around
Kill this ugly duckling
We've got the power
And must not misuse it
Cos life is short and full of thought
I use the power
And will forever end this reign of terror
Before the moon falls
Before the tide subsides
Before the moon falls for the fifth time
Before The Fall swoons

Last night I heard 3 real loud ricochets
From the police tech center at the top of my street
And then the morning after, brass band in unison
Jumping, shouting, all 3000
Meanwhile I've been broke in twice
And had a maniac at door, swearing, 12:05 AM
And I really think this computer thing is getting out of hand
And I think this tech pilot isn't going to land
Three quarters of mail destined for beer
Time to put an end, to the extend
All the bump men
Time we cake this
Compute garbage in, garbage out
And time to put a cap on this
With a brain, nice habit
And I'm thinkin of...
(Track is deserted
All securities run forth of the perverted)
Isn't gonna land
On its purgatory band
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land
Jet isn't gonna land
Troll the instant pilot
Auto tech pilot
Isn't gonna land

You'd better take an older lover X6
You'll soon get tired of her
To take an older lover
Get ready for old stories
Of teenage sex
From the early sixties
Under cover
Behind office desks
Old divorces
Children's faces
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Or take an older lover
You'll soon get tired of her
(She'll shag you out on the table)
Dear girls
Doctor Annabel lies! X3
You raced before
It's been done
Tripped and stepped on
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
Or take a younger monster
But deserve better
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
You'll miss your older lover
Her love was like your Mother's
With added attractions
You'd better take a younger lover X4
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Doctor Annabel lies! X4
On the colour page
French fries spread on her face
On the future autolytic enzyme son

You can get quids in quick
There's a lot in a name
Friday (barking the celluloid down)
Even my cat would balk at that
Sign cross spent sign asterisk mind sign circle family
Reading one
Cross of negativity asterisk shrunken
Circle (with []) the middle non-existent
Even my cat would balk at that
There's a lot in a name as my grandfather said
Nectarine Number 9, Pavement, Richard Swallow - TV presenter
(Rad Coke) - fireman
I Welsh his school life in Edinburgh must have been terrible

It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for
I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me
He has nothing
He is not me
(His vendetta parchment)
Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
(Our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage)
I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with The Face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
(It is headless)
Worth $5 in London
And cursed anon.
Our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh
It was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze
And it was class
And no no-man's land
Ever had this?
Their follies are strong liberation

You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall
Whip wire
Whip wire
Hawk man
Slip down easy
Don't make me a go-between
This is Mr. and Mrs. Smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang King
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style
From a press treatise
2 pound 50
Bottle of Brut and nausea
Magazine
It's no longer a journey down the road for him
It is now escape route
Bright, turn off sign
Swing, 14, turns off, between
Swingo greets lime green receptionist
All here is ace, All here is ace, All here is ace
Escape route
Caca-phony
Slang King
Swoop swoop
Foll media krieg, for his honour's binge
During his Scandinavian stint
He said hi to Horst, the viking
Hi Lo-l-lord Swingo
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a British shop
Swoop scoop
Slang King
At a British shop
Take it down easy
During a lull in his attack
3 little girls with only 50 pence
Had to take, had to put
The Curly Wurly back
Swoop swoop, scoop scoop
Slip down easy
Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother
We'll go together
Sugar down
Slip down easy
Hyper!
Slang King
Watch, the word had right
Biz by word processor
We'll go together, slip down down away
Hyper, with the young designers
The young designers are always there
Always wanted to be there
Slip down, caca-phony
Whip wire, whip wire
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down away, sugar
Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire
Slang King