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It's in the order of their hedgerows
it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Heard the neighbour slam his car door don't he realise this is respectable street What d'you think he bought that car for 'cos he realise this is respectable street Now they talk about abortion in cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters as they speak of contraception And immaculate receptions on their portable Sony entertainment centres. Now she speaks about diseases and which sex position pleases best her old man Avon lady fills the creases when she manages to squeeze in past the caravans that never move from their front gardens. It's in the order of their hedgerows it's in the way their curtains open and close it's in the look they give you down their nose all part of decency's jigsaw I suppose Sunday church and they look fetching Saturday night saw him retching over our fence bang the wall for me to turn down I can see them with their stern frown as they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect |
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| 2. |
| 4:05 |
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Generals and Majors ah ah
they're never too far from battlefields so glorious out in a world of their own They'll never come down till once again victorious Generals and Majors always seem so unhappy 'less they got a war Generals and Majors ah ah like never before are tired of being actionless. Calling Generals and Majors Generals and Majors everywhere Calling Generals and Majors your World War III is drawing near Generals and Majors ah ah They're never too far away from men who made the grade out in a world of their own They'll never come down until the battle's lost or made Generals and Majors ah ah like never before, are tired of being in the shade |
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| 3. |
| 4:44 |
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Living through another Cuba
it's 1961 again and we are piggy in the middle while war is polishing his drum and peace plays second fiddle Russia and America are at each other's throats but don't you cry just on your knees and pray, and while you're down there, kiss your arse goodbye We're the bulldog on the fence while others play their tennis overhead it's hardly love all and somebody might wind up red or dead pour some oil on the water quick it doesn't really matter where from he love me, he loves me not he's pulling fins from an atom bomb This phenomenon happens every 20 years or so if they're not careful your watch won't be the only thing with a radioactive glow I'll stick my fingers in my ears and hope they make it up before too late if we get through this lot alright they're due for replay, 1998 |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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See the lovers all gone crazy
looking for romance it seems many sleepless nights will follow some may lose but some succeed Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Make a play of lust intention only just one thing in mind make a slip could be forever wedding bells, the shotgun kind Love at first sight what they want is... love at first sight Mouse takes the bait so soon as he leaves his seat there's no escape, very soon their eyes will meet Love at first sight etc. Take your partner to surrender then your misdemeanour's done sacrifice of maidenhood but little boys must have their fun Love at first sight |
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| 5. |
| 3:30 |
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Birds beware, expect me up there
me and air are feeling light today jets should hide, I'll fly alongisde me and pride are bolted tight today I've been set off by a pretty little girl I'm like a rocket from a bottle shot free I've been just explosive since you lit me I've been up with the larks I've been shooting off sparks and I'm feeling in love I'm a rocket from a bottle shot free I've been just explosive since you kissed me I've been up in the clouds I've been shrugging off shrouds and I'm feeling in love Hate step back, my smile might just crack can't stop grins from going wide today hell look sharp, angels play your harp I feel strong like the tide today |
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| 6. |
| 4:53 |
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There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs there is no muscle in our tongues to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no muscle in our tongues I thought I had the whole world in my mouth I thought I could say what I wanted to say For a second that thought became a sword in my hand I could slay any problem that would stand in my way I felt just like a crusader lionheart, a holy land invader but nobody can say what they really mean to say and the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and I would have made this instrumental but the words got in the way there is no language in our... there is no language in our lungs to tell the world what's in our hearts no we're leaving nothing behind just chiselled stones no chance to speak before we're bones there is no language in our lungs |
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| 7. |
| 5:24 |
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Towers of London
when they had built you did you watch over the men who fell Towers of London when they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Pavements of gold leading to the underground Grenadier Guardsmen walking pretty ladies around fo |
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| 4:18 |
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Paper, iron, won't buy Eden
working for paper and for iron work for the right to keep my tie on working for paper and for iron work for the unicorn and lion I pray the kids aren't starving no chicken for the Sunday carving I'll stay for one more farthing I take home my notes and coins every week I'm told I'm worth much more but the Church says turn the other cheek the other cheek paper, iron, won't buy Eden. I know the family needs me can't moan, the factory feeds me won't bite the hand that bleeds me I take home my notes and coins every week I'll inherit the earth I'm told but the Church says to remain this meek remain this meek I'm still a proud man. Won't show anybody else my wage a blend in the crowd man is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age is this anybody's golden age or am I dreaming of a golden cage La la lo it's paper la la lo it's iron la la lo just paper la la lo just iron |
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| 4:16 |
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Never seen her glowing
all that bright she's throwing like some aurora from her head it's growing reaching to the ground and all around like a Navaho blanket Never heard her singing now she's gently ringing like copper wind chimes what on earth is bringing up this stream the cat who got the cream is licking her lips and smiling like her Cheshire cousin She claims she's found a way to make her own light all you do is smile, you banish the night She says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away she says she's burning up all her guilts and shames, away away she says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away she says she's burning up Now you see I'm smiling back to juvenile'ing I learnt her lesson in like flint and styling all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger I can't stop this grinning so assume I'm winning threw pessimism in the air it's spinning crashing to the floor and nevermore will it lure me away with sweets and shiny things just like a magpie Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me now every closing door just fans the flames some more (Now I'm thinking okay) (I'm turning night into day) |
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| 3:57 |
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I'm enlisting, overseas aid
need assisting, help with a maid get the expert, on mademoiselles he could diffuse, any bombshell If I could only be tough like him then I could win my own, small, battle of the sexes Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line Sgt. Rock is going to help me make the girl mine keep her stood in line make the girl mine, wave the victory sign I'm invading, territories Girls are foreign, and strange to me get the expert, at kissing and stuff he stays easy, when things get rough Sometimes relationships don't go as planned some girls, can make themselves so cold a no-mans land. |
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| 7:04 |
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You've learnt no lessons
all that time so cheaply spent there's no youth culture only masks they let you rent Travels, travels in Nihilon we've seen, no Jesus come and gone Fashion, their vampire drapes itself across your back as you fall from style it waits rebirth on its rack Building your whimsy hypnotising you to need dance goes full circle one step ahead of your greed You've learnt no lessons all those years to get it right flashes of promise burn out faster than strobe light |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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I'm living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home I got to do something 'for I kick the bucket I'm living in this smokeless zone I clean my dusty window sills Everything I grow it kills I don't want to stay in this street any longer living in this smokeless zone Englands green, once so pleasant land living on a time bomb yeah The whole damn place is going to turn to sand Bah bah I cough upon my wheezy chest my penicillin does its best There's only one cure for an unhealthy body get out of this smokeless zone |
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| 2:33 |
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Do what you do what you do ... to me
The stars are out and so am I The stars I see ain't in the sky I'm heading for the twilight zone Please don't take me home |
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| 4:38 |
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Untie the gown, float to the ground
She revolve round, making no sound Air leaving slow Still breathing though Decaying through brown, diving she's bound Hours swum down, treasure unfound Air leaving slow Still breathing though Somnambulist Somnambulist Somnambulist Somnambulist Air leaving slow Still breathing though |
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