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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 on a magazine, Get your body headin' 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 on a magazine, Get your body headin' and out of that scene. But don't be disconcerted, t 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. |
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| 2. |
| 3:38 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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| 3:04 |
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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 |
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| 2:55 |
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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 |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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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 |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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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. |
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| 10. |
| 4:29 |
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Ah-well I'm walking down the street,
It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. 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... Well, walking to work, It's always students that I meet Henna in your hair, (...) As you (...) I clench my hand before I flip my lid. CHORUS. I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. As you listen to Pear Jam in your room. I'm thinking like that when I sing this song: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I 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 walk some more, walk some more, walk some more, wah wah wah x2 The dead brains of class A-B (...) Twin swastikas I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 |
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| 12. |
| 2:33 |
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-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. |
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| 13. |
| 4:12 |
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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 |
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| 1. |
| 3:09 |
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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 |
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| 2. |
| 4:03 |
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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 |
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| 3:40 |
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| 4. |
| 4:09 |
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Ah-well I'm walking down the street,
It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. 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... Well, walking to work, It's always students that I meet Henna in your hair, (...) As you (...) I clench my hand before I flip my lid. CHORUS. I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I meet, Long hair down and sneakers on your feet. As you listen to Pear Jam in your room. I'm thinking like that when I sing this song: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 I'm walking down the street, It's always students that I 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 walk some more, walk some more, walk some more, wah wah wah x2 The dead brains of class A-B (...) Twin swastikas I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune: CHORUS. I said I walk some more, walk some more, Walk some more, wah wah wah x2 |
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| 3:10 |
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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 |
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| 6. |
| 2:43 |
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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 |
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| 7. |
| 5:22 |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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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 |
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| 3:06 |
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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 |
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| 2:53 |
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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 on a magazine, Get your body headin' 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 on a magazine, Get your body headin' and out of that scene. But don't be disconcerted, t 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. |
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| 3:26 |
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| 13. |
| 7:11 |
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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 |
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| 14. |
| 7:52 |
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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 |
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| 3:41 |
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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 |
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| 4:07 |
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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. |
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