If you've got to be told by someone then its got to be me And thats not made from cheese and he doesnt get you free So now your wising up to know you need a job Dont bite, dont bite, dont bite out in here Its been nice wasting time its not worth your while Blow on go on blow on go up and spill it all out And if we have to be shown by someone then it wont be you You see that Jesus is a cunt And I help you with everything that you do or you done It wont be long, it wont be long to get rid of your furry tongue
Its going in out, its going in out
Blow on go on blow on go on and stroke a left side Go on blow on go on blow on and stroke a right side
Your biting into the root your smoking pot to the wall Blow on go on blow on go on and take it full blown
When he came out to the lock-up He said I'm looking for something better He made his shock announcement And backed off, backed down, backed off And then he got up off the floor He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm out And she said dont know if i should Cause i worry too much about the tests on the blood And at first it was a 'yes', and then a 'no', then a 'yes'. A maggot sleeps on her desk H wears a sleeping bag as his vest And he's getting too too bothered About the spots on his chest, chest, chest Now Chichi, she laid it on And a few days later shes gone So its back to the womb To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (???)
Hold onto your hats This is the hook That youve been waiting for One Hand tells you everthing You need to know To help you understand Not only the one you love But yourself to
Which one of you, has got to be so sad for, and what'd ya look ashamed about, always on downer,that just sounds like you. And your waiting for some things to jump out of that tree, (HAVENT GOT A CLUE ABOUT THE NEXT BIT) im so green, ive got to be seen to believe. I had to ask mister fixit, everybody on this stagecoach likes robbin' an' bashin' big blacks and blonds smokin' miles and miles of hash, thats sweet, the bigger the tree the better the time. Yeah i can see now, how your looking for someone still, a lot more funkier,a lot more ooohh, well thats the way it seems is what the way you are. ( DONT KNOW THIS BIT ), and a roof drops in, and said 'ello goodbyes and a few months later your mine, At this rate even sooner, Still a lot more funkier, still a lot more you.
How old are you? Are you old enough? Should you be in here watching that? And how old are you? Are you owning up? Should you be in here with?
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
You can't be beaten So why don't you join in? You can't be beaten So why don't you join in with?
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
I can see you through the door. You been chewing bread and water. And there's a grudge on you - you know not ought not to have. You've been running around the racetrack You've been running around the racetrack Put that mother to bed to bed Put that mother to bed
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile a white out Cos' I have to wait for you to conduct. Press the pause of the self destruct. With the twenty four hour party people plastic face 'can't smile the white out With the twenty four hour party people ...
Now better you're the white out ...
I need full-time I don't need part-time I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 3, 6, 5 all the time I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 full time I don't need a part-time I need a 3, 6, 5
Oh - No days off ...
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out ... I need 1, 2, 3, 4,5,6,7 3, 6, 5 all the time I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 full time I don't need a part-time I need a 3, 6, 5
I'm a simple city boy With simple country tastes Smoking woild-grown mari-jo-wana keeps that smile on my face Depending on my mood, mood.... Listening to my system, just the other night Watching my TV with the sound turned down Checking out the late, late, late night Fight night
We've been courteous I like that, turn it up I like that, turn it up It was mad cyril It was mad cyril I like that, turn it up
Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our music and our interests are the same, We've been together, fuckers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,
Hell. Wants me, Hell, wants you back.
Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our interests and our music stayed the same, We've went together, druggers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,
Hell. Needs me, Hell, wants me oh
Are you ready? Lets go.
Are you ready? What about the detector vans, they be right with you? Lets go.
Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break. Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break.
Hell, Fuck about everything allowed,
Hell, Fuck about everything.
Although our music and our drugs stayed the same, Although our interests and our music stayed the same, We went together, druggers from the well, We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,
Put the frighteners on the flash little twerp
Let's have a look, let's have a look, excuse me, but Come in!-take a look, take a look.
Its a right pisshole, long hair, beatniks, druggers, freeloaders, tsk, freeloaders.
One day he was admiring his reflection in his favorite mirror When he realised all too clearly what a freakin' old beasty man he was Who is? you is, you is now son
I took to hiding, I took to hiding I took to hiding, hiding strange things I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front I starting running, I starting running on the spot
Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat your Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat ya
We're all food, your cake We're all the food, your weirdos' cream
Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things
One day she was touching her reflection in her favorite mirror when she relised all to clearly what a freakin' old weirdo she was Who was? She was, she is...
fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front
Grass eyed, Slashed eyed, Brain dead fucker. Rips off town, Steals from his brother, Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother.
It not the hip or the ship That gets you caught, No one likes to feel that they?ve been bought Why then? Should you do it again and again and again.
He?s a wise guy, when guy Don?t like my eye spy Always a snipe try Never a green guy Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother
Give you a calls For the Thing upstairs She brings him his night time brown and flask Sews up his nighttime brown and mask You bleed in my eye You bleed in my eye White track
Grass sliding, slasher Brain dead fucker Rips of himself and steals from his brother Loathed by everyone But loved by his mother
(kiss kiss)
Why then should you do it again and again and again. Why then do you do it again and again and again.
I wrote for luck. They sent me you. I sent for juice. You give me poision. I hold the line. You form the queue. Try anything hard. Is there anything else you can do? Well not much - I've not been trained. I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over. I don't read. I just guess. There's more than one sign. But it's getting less. And you were wet. But you're getting dryer. You use to speak the truth. But now you're liar. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever.
And I wrote for luck. And they sent me you. And I sent for juice. You give me poision. I hold the line. You form the queue. Try anything hard. Is there anything else you can do? And you were wet. But you're getting dryer. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever. You use to speak the truth. But now you're clever. And when it's hot. You start to melt. 'Cos you're not made of jean. You're made of chocolate. And when it's cold. You tend to crack. You keep on piling out. Not puttin' back ...
Upped and leave my home, Left a message on the answerin' phone You said Whipped through your cash, Through a porno moustache Bought a kipper tie and a ticket to fly Now i'm walking with a swagger, Going deep down with my dagger
(Scene one, take one)
Clio and her sister Rio, were watching through the keyhole Make your way in, rub up your skin Let the scene begin
Well i might be the honky, But i'm hung like a donkey So i'm tied to a bed, With a pussy on my head Surrounded by ugly girls There's no rust on me, I don't thrust or breathe You can see me on page 1 to a hundred and three Now the rules of my occupation, I say yes in every situation You keep an undone fly Let your nosebag dry So come on in, Grease up the skin Make me seed again, two, two, bring a friend
Don't need no concentration, My pelvis is my inspiration And you run out to work and my tie needs a jerk I live in a house that's made out of dirt Clio and her sister Rio, we're rubbin through the keyhole Then we're makin loud grunts their three little c**ts And the action started again So come on in, grease up your skin Make a scene begin, go go, go go go go
