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| 1. |
| 4:17 | 
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Oh ! take me back to dear old blighty,
Put me on the train for london town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, leeds or birmingham But i don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the daily mail Dressed in your mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, i checked all the registered historical facts And i was shocked into shame to discover How i'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have i changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have i changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to god I swear : i never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, i broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : "eh, i know you, and you cannot sing" I said : "that's nothing - you should hear me play piano" We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But when you're tied to your mother's apron No-one talks about castration Oh ... We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things Like love and law and poverty Oh, these are the things that kill me We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry And talk about precious things But the rain that flattens my hair ... Oh, these are the things that kill me All their lies about make-up and long hair, are still there Past the pub who saps your body And the church who'll snatch your money The queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Past the pub that wrecks your body And the church - all they want is your money The queen is dead, boys And it's so lonely on a limb Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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| 2. |
| 3:08 |
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Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham I wonder to myself Could life ever be sane again ? The Leeds side-streets that you slip down I wonder to myself Hopes may rise on the Grasmere But Honey Pie, you're not safe here So you run down To the safety of the town But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle Dublin, Dundee, Humberside I wonder to myself Burn down the disco Hang the blessed DJ Because the music that they constantly play IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE Hang the blessed DJ Because the music they constantly play On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down Provincial towns you jog 'round Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ HANG THE DJ, HANG THE DJ Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ, Hang the DJ HANG THE DJ |
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| 2:41 |
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I was minding my business
Lifting some lead off The roof of the Holy Name church It was worthwhile living a laughable life To set my eyes on the blistering sight Of a Vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way A scanty bit of a thing With a decorative ring That wouldn't cover the head of a goose As Rose collects the money in a canister Who comes sliding down the bannister ? The Vicar in a tutu He's not strange He just wants to live his life this way The monkish monsignor With a head full of plaster Said : "My man, get your vile soul dry-cleaned" As Rose counts the money in the canister As natural as rain He dances again My God! The Vicar in a tutu Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh... The Vicar in a tutu Oh yeah Oh... The next day in the pulpit With freedom and ease Combatting ignorance, dust, and disease As Rose counts the money in the canister As natural as rain He dances again and again and again In the fabric of a tutu Any man could get used to And I am the living sign And I'm a living sign I am a living sign I'm a living sign I am a living sign I'm a living sign Sign... I am a living sign |
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| 3:22 |
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Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to Shyness is nice, and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You'd like to So, if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd like to try ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ? Coyness is nice, and Coyness can stop you From saying all the things in Life you'd like to So, if there's something you'd like to try If there's something you'd like to try ASK ME - I WON'T SAY "NO" - HOW COULD I ? Spending warm Summer days indoors Writing frightening verse To a buck-toothed girl in Luxembourg ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Because if it's not Love Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb That will bring us together Nature is a language - can't you read ? Nature is a language - can't you read ? SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Because if it's not Love Then it's the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb, the Bomb That will bring us together If it's not Love Then it's the Bomb Then it's the Bomb That will bring us together SO ... ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME ASK ME, ASK ME, ASK ME Oh, la ... |
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| 3:56 | 
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| 6. |
| 3:48 |
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The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies A murderous desire for love How can they look into my eyes And still they don't believe me ? How can they hear me say those words Still they don't believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever believe me ? And if they don't believe me now Will they ever, they ever, believe me ? Oh ... The boy with the thorn in his side Behind the hatred there lies A plundering desire for love How can they see the Love in our eyes And still they don't believe us ? And after all this time They don't want to believe us And if they don't believe us now Will they ever believe us ? And when you want to Live How do you start ? Where do you go ? Who do you need to know ? Oh ... Oh no ... Oh ... La ... |
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| 3:50 |
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What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready!" La-la-la... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la... What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had Oh... No no no... What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" No no no no... |
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| 8. |
| 3:45 |
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I left the North
I traveled South I found a tiny house And I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break my face But you won't change the way I feel 'Cause I love you Oh... And is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so, really so strange ? I say NO, you say YES (and you will change your mind) I left the South I traveled North I got confused - I killed a horse I can't help the way I feel Oh yes, you can punch me And you can butt me And you can break my spine But you won't change the way I feel 'Cause I love you Oh ... And is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so strange ? Oh, is it really so, really so strange ? I say NO, you say YES (But you will change your mind) I left the North again I traveled South again And I got confused - I killed a nun I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL (I lost my bag in Newport Pagnell) Why is the last mile the hardest mile ? My throat was dry, with the sun in my eyes And I realized, I realized I could never I could never, never, never, go back home again |
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| 2:50 |
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| 10. |
| 2:39 |
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Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers Train Heave on - to Euston Do you think you've made The right decision this time ? Oh ... You left Your tired family grieving And you think they're sad because you're leaving But did you see Jealousy in the eyes Of the ones who had to stay behind ? And do you think you've made The right decision this time ? You left Your girlfriend on the platform With this really ragged notion that you'll return But she knows That when he goes He really goes And do you think you've made The right decision this time ? |
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| 7:50 |
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Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
And as i climb into an empty bed Oh well. enough said. I know it's over - still i cling I don't know where else i can go Oh ... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head See, the sea wants to take me The knife wants to slit me Do you think you can help me ? Sad veiled bride, please be happy Handsome groom, give her room Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (though she needs you More than she loves you) And i know it's over - still i cling I don't know where else i can go Over and over and over and over Over and over, la ... I know it's over And it never really began But in my heart it was so real And you even spoke to me, and said : "if you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight ? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very good-looking Why do you sleep alone tonight ? I know ... 'cause tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms..." It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind Over, over, over, over It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind Over, over Love is natural and real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is natural and real But not for such as you and i, my love Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my ... Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can even feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my ... |
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| 4:23 |
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| 13. |
| 4:10 |
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Oh ! Take me back to dear old Blighty,
Put me on the train for London Town, Take me anywhere, Drop me anywhere, Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham But I don't care, I should like to see my ... I don't bless them Farewell to this land's cheerless marshes Hemmed in like a boar between arches Her very Lowness with a head in a sling I'm truly sorry - but it sounds like a wonderful thing I said Charles, don't you ever crave To appear on the front of the Daily Mail Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil ? Oh ... And so, I checked all the registered historical facts And I was shocked into shame to discover How I'm the 18th pale descendant Of some old queen or other Oh, has the world changed, or have I changed ? Oh has the world changed, or have I changed ? Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs I swear to God I swear : I never even knew what drugs were Oh ... So, I broke into the palace With a sponge and a rusty spanner She said : |
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| 14. |
| 5:52 |
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Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth In your head Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you should be Bludgeoned in your bed And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her Walkman started to melt Oh ... Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh, bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race And now I know how Joan of Arc felt Now I know how Joan of Arc felt As the flames rose to her roman nose And her hearing aid started to melt Bigmouth, la ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... Bigmouth, oh ... bigmouth, la ... Bigmouth strikes again And I've got no right to take my place With the Human race Oh ... |
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