[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
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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.
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
