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It wouldn't happen in another world
It couldn't've happened to a nicer planet It would've happened in another world So don't pretend to care When you don't care Ten years asleep In the queue for the late night bus With all of us Breakfast television Is the biggest decision I've made In the last decade It wouldn't happen in another world It couldn't've happened to a nicer planet It would've happened in another world So don't pretend to care When you don't care Ten years asleep It'll soon be far too late To call 0898 Ten years asleep Every mind is a UXB So don't pretend that... It wouldn't happen in another world It couldn't've happened to a nicer planet It would've happened in another world So don't pretend to care When you don't care All the punks are pushing thirty years And are hardly feared All the young dudes Work for all the old brutes In expensive suits Ten years asleep 'cause your grave is empty But already dug Ten years of spreading knees Instead of news So don't complain that... It wouldn't happen in another world It couldn't've happened to a nicer planet It would've happened in another world So don't pretend to care When you don't care There, there, there There, there, there There, there, there |
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I'm a marked anarchist
Yes, I'm being totally honest In fact, just the other morning I was planning a bombing Firstly, The House Of Lords Then on to the BRIT Awards singing "Bomb the idiots" "Bomb all the idiots NOW!" "Bomb the idiots" "Bomb all the idiots NOW!" I'm a public enemy The gallows is where it'll have to be And there'll be no remorse For all the panic that I have caused Just as I light the fuse wire I can just picture the headlines "Viva dynamite" "Viva dynamite OH!" "Viva dynamite" "Viva dynamite OH!" To move the world in some way Without leaving any bad taste In the mouth of the human race The human race I'm a young transvestite I wear clothes that women like In fact I've got a lovely silken blouse That just gets me so aroused What do you think of me? What do you think of me NOW! What do you think of me? What do you think of me NOW! What will you do to me What will you do to me NOW! Why don't you shoot me Take a gun and shoot me DOWN! 'cause I've lost all faith In the human race Or is it just another bad day? |
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What a perfect day to climb the stairs into the clouds
What a perfect day to be uncovered from beneath a shroud A voice from every corner screams "So nice!" into my ears "Shut up" I say "Enough" I say "Shut up" I say "Enough's enough" I wouldn't give you any waste I wouldn't give you any taste of anything at all Did I Really Scrape The Sky? What a perfect day to paint all that isn't red, red What a perfect day to chain yourself to a river bed What a perfect day to burn and have no use at all "Shut up" they say "Enough" I say "Shut up" they say "Enough's enough" Did I Really Scrape The Sky? I'm standing with my back against the wall 'cause then I won't get stabbed by you or fall What a perfect day to be cut right down to size What a perfect day to be discovered as a pack of lies What a perfect day to slip and freefall from the clouds "Shut up" I say... Did I Really Scrape The Sky? |
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You grew up in the sticks
Where you struggled to get your kicks I was raised in the town Where the kicks keep you down You want to make the fewest falls So never take a chance on a jump I'm drumming my head against the wall Because I know that you and I will never see things eye to eye You and I will never see things eye to eye Maybe it's the crooked cry A looser looking for the lost But it's nothing that can change A leopard change it's spots This life's about succumbing And using other peoples blue-prints It doesn't mean you've given in But I know that you and I will never see things eye to eye You and I will never see things eye to eye You may be built for comfort I'm obviously built for speed But we're all bound for the same When your hair starts to recede I may be no Parisian But time is a series of poses But I souldn't die Just to go down smelling of roses You and I will never see things eye to eye. You and I will never see things eye to eye |
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Under the sun the light may shine for all
Dean took off on a nations duty call was back in December in a wooden body box He took his family with him, the memories can't be stopped These are Hard Times Under the God his word lives beyond all talk I heard about a girl, Central Park in New York She was beaten with steel bars, stones and then raped Said the gang of youths "She's nothing" ...three quarters of her blood escaped These are Hard Times These are hard times but I'm sure some have been worse I'm not poor and I'm not dying of thirst But you see it all around you each and every day Does living in hard times mean there's good times on the way? These are Hard Times |
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She stumbles down most every place she goes
Don't blame me if she can't see in front of her nose The cold Summer steams up her rosy glasses Just like a run through her growing grasses When we walk she runs just to keep up It would help if she got up off of her knees And when we stand in an open field She claims she can't see the sun for the trees Soon she'll be inspired She complains about my second skin It's just too dirty for her to see through And she whines when you invite her in It's just too low for her to steep to Soon she'll be inspired |
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Her clock hands held the time to Sunday
She said "These sand will never be blown" Steadfast in her eyes with a look of no Penetration she's seen Religion is a crooked liar Wasted flames of a burning fire, Barbed wire, a funeral pyre To be freewheeling is all I need Yes it's me and it's got to be all for me Her flag flies with no inhibitions The truth hides and will not be revealed With her blood below zero and no thoughts Of addiction she's seen Religion is a crooked liar Wasted flames of a burning fire, Barbed wire, a funeral pyre To be freewheeling is all I need Yes it's me and it's got to be all for me The walls you build around yourself Will not come down Stick it in your eye I'm gonna tell you why People live and die together Yes, I know you get by Religion is a crooked liar Wasted flames of a burning fire, Barbed wire, a funeral pyre To be freewheeling is all I need Yes it's me and it's got to be all for me |
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I saw you sitting on the pavement
Watching the goose-step of the crowd You were a picture of rebelliion A kleptomaniac and proud Well I should've seen it coming From miles away Kiss the pavement goodbye And say hello to the ice age Queen Jane You've got everything to fight for Queen Jane You've got everything to lose Queen Jane You've got everything to live for And there's a lot more people worse off than you I caught him looking for employers With his macho pressgang crowd Belsen would be his EuroDisney He'd like to work in immigration now Well let's just pretend we're human beings For a while Chronic shyness Can drive us to a smile Queen Jane You've got everything to cry for Queen Jane You've got everything to win Queen Jane You've got everything to die for And there's a lot more people better off than you They say your vacant face Helps the tourist trade If they could see you in your leisure time...well! A funny thing happened on the way to here The headlines read like the end was near For Queen Jane They say your vacant face Helps the tourist trade If they could see you in your leisure time...well! Queen Jane You've got everything to fight for Queen Jane You've got everything to lose Queen Jane You've got everything to die for And there's a lot more people worse off than you Queen Jane Queen Jane Queen Jane Queen Jane |
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I spoke in a rhyme but the words were not mine
they must have been yours You were to defy but then you rolled your eyes and then you opened up the doors I picked up a plate from which you ate and then I ate from it too You poured me a drink but still didn't bust a link but I wasn't chained with you When Lucy's Down, she's down, she's down Lucy you're down and you take the whole world with you I feel fine, so don't read my mind you lit up like a candle... You put on your petticoat, celebrating I would quote 'til I was blue in the face Some would call it customary, brainwashed and ordinary the things that we would chase Thinking you were waterproof you took a dive off from the roof into the rain Fever was high and we were spinning in our primes all else seemed tame Get up Lucy... I've survived harder falls than this With a sugar coated smile and a self possessive kiss You lit up like a candle and I saw you explode Get up Lucy Lucy, thinks like a giver, she flows like a river, Get up on your feet Lucy |
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You must think you are beautiful
You must think you are it You're such an enigma not like anybody else You must think you are God Oh how do you do it You act so fucking strange You must think I'm susceptible Well you're up you're... High As A Kite You must think life is wonderful You must live it to the full Oh you're so different your eyes look like they're sun dyed You must think I'm dispensible Well you're up you're... High As A Kite I'm gonna take you higher Or maybe I'm a liar, maybe I am... |
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My remedies are back room philosophies
Some protection from the passive brigades The Italians have a word for it But I don's speak a single word of it Work, work, work That's no way to make a living Meanwhile, back in the real world You and I must agree to disagree So say your piece then leave me in mine I'll step aside when they throw the book at me They'll hang themselves with their party lines Work, work, work That's no way to make a living Meanwhile back in the real world I'll skin alive the next man who says I will Stop at nothing to get all the way I'd recomend a good undertaker And of course a nice Beaujolais Work, work, work That's no way to make a living Meanwhile back in the real world You can't breathe without complications Money is the mother tongue I think at heart I'm a frustrated gangster Who can't raise enough money for a gun Work, work, work That's no way to make a living Meanwhile back in the real world Who wants the real world...... |
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What's Richard got
That I haven't got It's not that hideous grin That puts every girl That sees him in a spin You say he's funny and he's nice And you listen to his advice Well maybe listen to some of mine 'cause it will save you Lots of pain and time Honesty kills the best of us And liars like him Claim the minds of the rest of us The news is all he wants you for The noose is all he's good for Remember Richard said "The broken hearted are easy to bed" Don't be gullible and kind He just wants to get his pockets lined I say he's a heretic And a fake And he deserves to burn at the stake Put his ashes by the fruit machine Think of him every time you win Honesty kills the best of us And liars like him Claim the minds of the rest of us The news is all he wants you for The noose is all he's good for People only see What they want to see It's a symptom of life's hypocrisy People only see What they want to see That's why you're stripping naked in his back seat People only see People only see what they want to see People only see People only see what they want to see The news is all he wants you for The noose is all he's good for Oooh, oh! Oooh, oh! STRING HIM UP! |
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Something has come over
I can't make sense of the things I see My bloodshot eyes can't see behind Someone's got it in for me And I just don't like the air I breathe Around you - Who'd want to? Someone has been using me I wonder how low they'll steep I bet its low low low They'll get lower by the day. So don't come over until its all over So don't come over until its all over Could you Could you Only you could explain to me The amazing joke of being born But now you're gone it just feels all wrong I never want to be enticed Please come back - I need your advice I feel low low low I'm getting lower by the day So don't come over until its all over So don't come over until its all over Could you Could you You should hear yourself The boy who wants to be used You're at home a planet of prostitutes Lay back and take the strain Hang onto anything? You should hear yourself The boy who wants to be used You're at home a planet of prostitutes Lay back and take the strain Hang onto anything? Nothing has come over me While you're alive I always seem to be low low low I'm getting lower by the verse So don't come over until its all over So don't come over until its all over Could you Could you I tried |
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