unknown

After-shave and smoke and the same unfunny jokes
They say they'll take you anywhere but there
Believe every half-whispered, half-remembered lie
Where truth is a luxury they can't afford to buy
(chorus)
Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
Scapegoat
Looking for a scapegoat
There's always someone else for you to blame
There's always someone else for you to blame
Backed into a corner he barricades his life
Fastens up the shutters every night
This island is big enough for every castaway
But most of us are looking 'round for someone else to blame
(repeat chorus)

So this husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log, did her husband
But as he lay and snored in bed
A strange idea came into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping husband
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband
When her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not move in bed
'sweet christ i've lost the use of me legs!'
But the wife just smiled at her husband
Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding husband
Isn't it true what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken husband
Kick out the jams, motherfucker!
Shhh

The world is waking outside my window
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Drags my senses into the sunlight
For there are things that i must do
Wish me luck now, i have to leave you
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
With my friends now up to the city
We're going to shake the gates of hell
And i will tell them - we will tell them
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
That our sunlight is not for franchise
And wish the bastards drop down dead
Next time you see me i may be smiling
Bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
I'll be in prison or on the tv
I'll say, "the sunlight dragged me here!"

And i'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium. they'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you, don't even worry about it, man. you'll love this joint. we'll stop off, we'll buy so
Oze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. the girls will be all over you.
I am the lord of the very last dance
I've got 'tommy' on the leg of my pants
I've got the audience in the palm of my hands
My good friend sinatra on my right
Andrew lloyd webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
I've got basie conducting the band
I got a penthouse suite at the sands
And my feet never touch the ground
Are there any branch davidians in the house?
Here's jim jones as a pantomime horse
That showbiz gets right up your nose
One more little line, then everybone back to mine
Jesus in vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in vegas
(repeat)

As soon as i'm born they made me feel big
That i was privileged without having to be rich
They had a place set aside for me to help to run this society
If i followed the paths laid down for me
I could join the club called patriarchy
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
If i didn't get far 'cause the ladder was too long
I could be my own boss, with a workforce of one
No matter how low i go there'll always be lower
It's taken for granted that a white man holds power
And i am white, and i'm a man, i don't have to justify what i am
And now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
'cause i'm not black and i'm not irish, i'm not a woman
I don't get too much stick just for being what i am
'cause i am white and i'm a man, i don't have often to justify what i am
Now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
Hassled--i've been hassled, but i don't get hassled on sight
I don't dread going out at night, i don't have to worry 'cause i'm alright
Singing about it doesn't exclude me but if i keep quiet then all people see
Is compulsory white male superiority complex that's forced on me
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what i am
But it's up to me to do what i can, by not being what i'm supposed to be
By fighting white male supremacy
By fighting government policy
By fighting bosses of companyies
By fighting fascist democracy
But not forgetting to look at me, no, not forgetting to look at me
Not forgetting to look at me, because i'm a he

May day
(repeat)

(chorus)
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
L a u g h i n g laughing
L a u g h i n g laughing
Just when you figured it out someone lets you down
Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?
No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts
Least of all this rock and roll, it's wannabee christs all dead and dying
Truth, get stomach and wings!
Mama cass carrion crow!
Pecking at the tongue of a still-warm body
Shut your mouth or laugh out loud
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
(repeat chorus)
We haven't said a word
We haven't said a word
For a few brief words and a few short lines i was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. and lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! ow mate, can you spare some change? too much. are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? sometimes questions never get dropped. hey mick, are you dancing? i never stopped!
(repeat chours)
Does anybody remember laughter?

There's always been a pattern of struggle and defeat
Never that cycle incomplete
Never enough to tip the scales
Too many people rotting in jails
Or bloodied on the battlefields
The history books from every age
Have the same words written on every page
Always starting with 'revolution'
And ending with 'capitulation'
Always silenced by the truncheon
Or bought out with concessions
Always repetition...
Repetition... repetition... repetition...
(repeat)
'i'm the boss of the factory
'i'm in charge of the u.k.c.
'shopfloor workers run and fetch
'as i sit around and smugly watch
'and the process makes me stinking rich'
We're all links in the factory chain
And the chain grows longer day by day
And whilst we're apart
The process won't stop
Repetition... repetition... repetition...
(repeat)
But we're kept apart by philosophies
And moral stances and policies
We'll be stuck in our own little ghettos forever
'til we start to work together
Together... together... together... together in the open or together in our little heaven?
Fighting for total change, or working for concessions?
Do we take what is ours, or ask that it be given?
Are we stealing it together, or asking for permission?
Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back
Even though we disagree we share a common enemy
Our methods may not be the same
But together we can break the chain
Different aims, different means, with common ground in between
Don't sit back, it's time to act
This life is ours, let's snatch it back
The time has come to make a choice
Stop taking orders from his master's voice!

She's a slip of a girl to be out of school
She's a product of apartheid
She won her spurs under minority rule
She's a product of apartheid
Afrikaners run the best
In bare feet and british vest
"she's a slip of a girl but at least she's white"
"she's a slip of a girl but at least she's white"

(on flame with rock and roll version--corrected)
I plot your rubric scarab
I steal your satin light
I want your life to be mine
Maybe tonight, maybe tonight
I choose to steal what you choose to show
And you know i will not apologize
You're mine for the taking
I'll make it a career of evil
I'll make it a career of evil
I'd like your blue-eyed horseshoe
I'd like your emerald horny-toad
I'd like to do it to your daughter on a dirt road
And then i'd spend your ransom money
But still, i'd keep your sheep
I'd peel the mask you're wearing
And then rob you of your sleep
Rob you of your sleep

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world
A loose door-jamb, light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter johnny-go-darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,
If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot
(chorus)
Creepy crawling
(repeat)
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world
Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone
Free-fall, call ophelia
Clutching at straw
Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! johnny gone!
Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this fist and watch it come
(chorus)

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
That was the armley tabernacle choir. next we'll be hearing the true story of an american housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of jesus christ in the skies of indiana.
High above the streets and houses
Misses meta battle, with one hand on the valium and one hand on the bottle
Somewhere over indiana, eight miles high
Meta battle sees the good lord wandering 'cross the sky
(chorus)
Have your fun whilst your alive
You won't get nothing when you die
Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
Gobsmacked, william shatnered
Meta does a double take
Come on baby, do the camera shake
Half expecting from the aisle a certain mister beadle
Watching you, watching us, watching misses meta battle
(repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
Meta battle shot her lord
And watched him tumble down
And now there's people out with polaroids all around town
And who knows, that jesus on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you pass
(repeat chorus)
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'paste the lord'
(repeat)
Susej em kcuf ho
(repeat)

I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowds, you were gargling, spitting, fingers do
Ur throat, making yourself so sick. vomiting the words that you'd sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back!
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Flucky now, flucky now, flucky now, oh my, it's a good job fusion cannot spell. 'cause if i could you know i'd get a lot of flack off the record company, always on my back. well i thank god for watching what i'm doing. whoops. fusion watch what you're saying. remember what happened before when you tried to thank god, um, christ, um, him--you had to scrap your lyrics and throw them in the bin. i couldn't win, it must've been a thing. anyway i've been asked here not to give lip, but to talk about a topic which we call censorship. musicians have no right to say what they want to. mc fusion want to say some of the people say that blunt--nobody has the right to tell you want to do. 'cause if you do it to them, it may be [?] on you. whoever bought this record try and figure out what the flucking hell is fusion talking about, but it makes sense to the a g i t, cause this is what happened when they try to censor me. ha. finally, fusion, i mean we, got freedom of speech. censorship is a load o
f bollocks, and that's wh
At agitation propaganda and anything you can do, i can do better.
'to' is a preposition
'come' is a verb
'to come' is a verb intransitive
To come, to come
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Don't come in me, don't come in me
Don't come in me, don't come in me
It takes technique to thrill me!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come? did you come good? good!
Did you come, come, come, come, come good?
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
(good thief routine)
Stepford husbands, stepford wives
With longer scissors, sharper knives
So sugar-sweet, they spend their time as censors, working overtime
This good-good culture
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Welcome christ, judges, lone ranger
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Padres, pastors, popes, priests
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Critics, comics, you, me
Bullshit motherfucker bullshit
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again
Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again

Bradford teacher victimized
Instant hero, surprise surprise
Darling of the ultra-right
Middle-class, well-spoken, white
Education is a powerful tool
And it's in the hands
Of the people who rule

pontius pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line
We asked him to help but he just turned around
He's the leader of the union now
Leader of the union
All of our questions he ignored
He washed his hands and he dremt of his reward
A seat in the house of lords
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
We live for words and die for words
Principles we can afford
When all our brothers turn to lords
Whose side are you on
You tell the world your hands are tied
History three times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
This conspiracy of shame
Murder by some other name
Play up and play the game
Whose side are you on
If any ask us why we died
We tell them that our leaders lied
Sold us out down the riverside
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
(repeat)

No more chant your old rhymes about old robin hood
His feats i do little admire
I'll sing the achievements of general ludd
Now the hero of nottingham shire
Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die
By unanimous vote of the trade
And ludd who cannot a position defy
Was the grand executioner made
Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway
Or closely secured in a room
He shivers them up by night and by day
And nothing can soften their doom
Shall the whole team of humble no longer oppressed
And shall ludd sheath his conquering sword
Be his grievance instantly met

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away
Shake it, shake it
Shake this grown-up barbie doll of a day
Shake it, shake it
She gets hugh hefner, but she forgets the year
She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake the dirt from your hands now lisa marie
Shake it, shake it
Shaking up the family with pamela lee
Shake it, shake it
Shake this fear of getting nothing done
If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb
Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable
Moribund music of the 70's
Let me feel it

It's the old stock car thing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Round the track and round again
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Revving, coughing, stutt-stutt-stuttering
Tongue-in-cheek scrap motor racing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Revving, coughing, stutt-stutt-stuttering
Tongue-in-cheek scrap motor racing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
Write-offs end, stock cars begin
Crash! smash! crash! ring!
It's the old stock car thing
Crash! smash! crash! ring!

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
'twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called irish thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed bonny (?) will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold robin hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From dudley to walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'oh the brave dudley boys! oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

Eat, sleep and crap
For to prey on your needs
Down a dark street
In backwater leeds
I seen yer comin'
Come in, lads!
You seen the ad?
Too bad, bad, bad
What you get
Is what you see
It's a trickledown theory
And it's coming to me
Life's a whip-round
And i've got the whip
It's a sinking ship
Drip, drip, drip
(chorus)
Drip, drip, drip goes the water
(repeat)
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down
Dark, satanic
Run-of-the-mill
Sing us a song
And i'll send you the bill
My nicotine grip
My smokin' gun
It's how i get my fun
Better run, run, run
Your olfactory nerves
All up the spout
You can't smell a rat
When your nose is out
Rent-to-kill
By any other name
Kiss an old flame
Shame, shame, shame
(repeat chorus)

words on a postcards from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday

I'm a taxi driver
I'm a postal worker
I'm an office cleaner
I'm a striking docker
I'm a ballet dancer
I'm a zapatista
I'm a pop singer
I'm a winner

I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

I'm a brick player
I'm an ex-miner
I'm a single mother
I'm a bus driver
I'm a print worker
I'm a winner
I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

Words on a postcards from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday
Singning "here we go"

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

(i'm up, i'm down - i love what's not allowed

You see who's over there in the corner?
Little jack horner, sat in a corner...
I say, i say, i say
Why'd jack horner sit in the corner?
The story goes it's cos he had a square bum.
Well i'm telling you, that's not absolutely true
He was told to sit there by his teacher.
Jack's crime was this, he said, 'teacher you are wrong, the british army killed a lot of people too. the empire's built on the broken backs and the stolen land of all them blacks, all paid for out of your income tax.'
She said, 'i won't stand for that. don't give me your back chat, the headmaster will surely hear of this.'
She said, 'don't speak until you're spoken to. i'll tell you what you can and can't do. now go and sit in that corner 'till i get back.'
Jack was all alone
Struggling on his own
But when the head walked in the children made such a din
They said, 'jack get up, you got to get out. don't let them push you about, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. jack get out, don't sell out, don't compromise with christmas pies, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. keep shouting back, you tell 'em jack, don't swallow none of their crap, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead. calling jack horners everywhere, don't bend to authority which doesn't care, you know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're dead.'
Jane got up, she helped jack out, she said, 'teachers don't mess us about, we won't listen to your dirty lies. it's you who've got your fingers in the pie. people die, you don't question why, we won't study your lies, we won't eat your christmas pie, we won't eat dead animal pie, we won't eat nukiller pie, we won't eat your pie r squared, and if you really cared, neither would you.'

Sniffer clarke
Chopper harris
The doog
Crazy horse
Norman bite yer legs
The barnsley spud
Bonetti the cat
Alan ball's white
Alan ball's white
Alan ball's white boots

Raw materials are running out, there'll be no more tungsten to put in light bulbs
Because the light bulb companies used it up, making light bulbs which run out
Instead of making ones which last for years, y'know they can, they got the know-how
They do the same with cars so they can sell, sell, and keep selling well
But by then there'll be no more cars, no more coal, no electricity
Because those in power got this ultimate power, one way power, nuclear power
Chain reacting accumulating illness, but their cure is killing us
The only questions asked, "how much does it cost? how much can we make?"
"how much does it cost, and how much can we make?"
Well it's kind of expensive, but the government will give you big, big grants
If you do a bit of work for them, it's a good investment
I mean you can't touch it really, 'cause once you're in it lasts forever
So how much does it cost and how much can we make?
It costs the earth can't you see
Can't see radioactivity
Can't hear radioactivity
Can't smell radioactivity
It just kills you

Three steps forward, two steps back
Oblivious to all around
Psyching up for the big jump
Breathing getting deeper
Then charging down the track
Hitting the board just right
All that energy released
And now in perfect flight
That moment when all that training
Comes together perfectly
When nothing seems impossible
Just you, airborne and free

There's a hole in your knickers, dear calvin
Dear calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole
Now let's see what happens with ba-ba-black sheep
Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool?
Dramatic!

By the time i got to woodstock
It was going up in flames
In june under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got rush limbaugh on your side
But i got ricky tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry i was having fun
I'm not sorry

Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling casey jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum

A phonebox rendezvous, don't whisper a word
Half a million by monday
Or roger waters gets it
My little baby, they cut off his ear
Half a million by tuesday, then
Don't whisper a word
Shhh

A visionary pause in the cycle
When she refused to buy or sell
When the daughters of perfect wives
Said there must be more sacrifice
Needed more than symbolic change
More than silent wasting away
In factories and sterile marriages
He was god, she was powerless
With a brick for every year of life
She set out for the house of lies
The old boys' club under siege
His lordship cowered under his seat
Called for brandy and reinforcements
Blasted away at every movement
Close to breaking down the door
Past thick blue line and stupid laws
Black friday left her bruised and stubborn
One brick from winning the struggle
Rapunzel hacked at the ivory tower
Asquith quickly rose to the hour
Appealed to patriotism, oily smiles
Gave nothing, called it compromise
Gauging the situation perfectly
Said ladies, ladies, listen to me
Nineteen fourteen, we're on the brink of war
Pick up a flag, drop your cause
Your targets are counter-revolutionary
Take my hand in democracy
Here's a piece of paper
You're officially free
Here's a list of instructions
For you to obey
And here's sharp knife
To cut your own throat
Small sacrifice in return for a vote
Whispered word in pankhurst's ear
Visions of the first woman peer
Led women down the garden path
And into the arms of the enemy
Jail and force-feeding, waster martyrdom
Sold her songs for the national anthem
Slotted the smile back neatly into place
Served refreshments
At the end of the race
All demands reduced to a joke
X marks the plague, abandon hope
Butlers still pouring brandy for the rich
Excuse me pass me the privilege
A woman's voice, the state's idea
Same vested interests, same dirty deals
Currie and williams immersed in the times
Examples to keep the rest in line
Currie and williams two of a kind
Examples to keep the rest in line
Absolute power
Absolute power
Ladies, ladies, listen to me

And this is steve wright, we hope that those that lost relatives in this terrible disaster may be able to have a better life as a result of this great record
This great record
This great record
(repeat)
Watchers pray in times of trouble
Restless by the harbor wall
Waiting for the stormy winds to fall
With microphone and tv camera
Money and tears and a song to sing
This is where the buy and sell begins
For media and for industry
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
This manufactured sympathy, drowing in hypocrisy
Smiles to clinch the deals to boost the sales
All the owners of the printing presses
And postars crying phony tears
Nothing bleeds like the hearts of the millionaires
For the charts and the state machine
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Greed and lies and economics
A captains' crew to make the rules
And a band to play the waltz on this ship of fools
Media sales
Media sales
For profit, stars, and company
Consumers of the world agree
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be
Nothing sells like disaster, let it be

'forward with braitain!' with the daily mirror
'the facts not the fiction' boasts the star
The fact is that attacks on asians and blacks
By people who read this racist crap
Are higher than ever before
--but you won't find that in the star
Shock! horror!
In the pages of the sun you're alright if you're white
And not gay, or irish, or out on strike.
Toilet paper to serve the nation
'those filthy asians! and rastafarians!'
Deportation
Repatriation
Intimidation
Condemnation
Prejudice in the daily express
Wapping lies all over the times
And the molotov which burnt out the shop
Had a screwed-up daily mail
Stuck inside the top
All hail the patriot who always buys
These government-sponsored media lies
Who spends each lunch-break getting filled with shit
Who pays for it, and who believes in it...
Shock! horror!

Well madam how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the back? i heard the coiners took the scissor to the union jack, with a snipper and a clipper and a bloody close shave making fivers, tenners, twe
, change. what's your size? what's the hours? no, you don't need the hassle--take the new short cut to the old clippy castle with the ramblers and the scramblers and the loiners and the tykes and the punks and the hippies living over by the pike.
Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip you turn a portuguese guinea to a threepenny bit; and every last watermark just curled up and died and now the king and the queen got a bit on the side. don't be bloody silly keep away from bloody billy cause he's shopping all the chopping going down along the valley, and supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure, but it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure.
Please to put a penny in the young man's hat, then roll 'em over, roll 'em over, lay 'em out flat! just deliver us kicking from our pokes and sacks to the hills of hebden, hell and halifax, and the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies, got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes where every hot guinea is another hot dinner, with the weavers and the spinners and the reverends and the sinners.

Business bought the athletes out
With gold medals and role models
Drugs and media and national pride
Why join in when you can watch it on tv?
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Staggering through mud and peat
Gasping breaths and sucked-in cheeks
Bogs like lead to clutch your feet
Through the rivers, over peaks
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Studmarks next to summit heather
Everything suddenly comes together
No audience viewing-figures
Just you against yourself
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!

When i play cricket
I'm the longest at the wicket
I can jump and swim
And i live in the gym
But i can't come to terms
With my existence as part of the universe
I gaze at the sky
I think how? when? and why?
I go to the lavatory
In tune with astrology
Well i get really confused
With the complicated scoring system
Used in tennis
I get around in canoes
Racing cars, balloons
I drink squash, eat polo
Mints, climb mountains solo
But i can't get my head
'round that salvador dali
Weirdo stuff
I really feel fine
With the planets in line
I see the future in hands
And i live off the land
But i can't see frank bruno
Asking me which star sign
I think he is
Whether you are physically
Or mentally inclined
Imagine what the fun could be
If both could be combined
I know i'm speaking as a weakling
With a cosmic kind of mind
But i can feel in sport emotions
Of a unifying kind
So do whatever you like to do
And whether you win or not
Make sure the game was fairly played
And try to smile a lot
Because whatever you do should be good for you
Make the most of what you've got
'cause whatever you do should be good for you
Make the most of what you've got

Thirty years of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit after hit
Smiles, lies, sales, walls
That's thirty years of rock and roll
They changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious with a company deal
Business thrives where honesty fails
Contracts? con tricks!
Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts
One eye on the bank account, one on the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!
A bit more product to keep us quiet!
Shhh
Product sells, people die
Same revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
'who makes the money when the puppets sing?'
Ask the corporations
'where does the money go?'
Ask the empty-bellied children
'tell me what are we singing for?'
Until we pull down the walls
It'll stay the same
Until we find something new
Make it change
I know there most be more
So what are we singing for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...
If our music makes you happy or content
It has failed
If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire
It has failed
The music's not a threat
Action the music inspires can be a threat!
I know there must be more...

Hey manfred, what you doing back there?
Come on, come unclean, man!
You can turn your back when you paper your crack
You can turn both cheecks, you can de-odour the reek
You can wash your hands of it, when you have been
But you don't fool us with your mister clean
We got the brown on our hands, a piece of momma nature's land
We got the brown in our glands, care of momma nature land
Hey manfred, manfred, listen to me, come on listen to me man. inside we're all brown in there somewhere, we've all got the biz. so quit holding ground, no matter who you are your brown still smells. let it out, man, come on. it's you soul, it's your soil.
As long as there's brown we'll be sticking 'round
You take away the brown, that's when we start going down
Going down, going down, going down, going down...

Said the party to the ad-man
We'll conjure up a gimmick
The way to lead an ass
Is with a carrot and a stick
Dig down for minorities
Promise them concessions
Ride in on their backs
And then teach them all a lesson
Unemployment means depression
You're just victims of the recession
We can count on their support
If we can channel their emotions
(chorus)
Populate the wasteland
Between leisure and the grave
Work and pray and place your vote
And some day you'll be saved
All these myths come tailor-made
To suit the company director
Myths that praise the dignity
Of cheap, disposable labor
Two different routes
To an industrial heaven
Work for boss and parliament
And all will be forgiven
It's the fear of being sacked
That lets the boss step up the pace
Because the minute you step out of line
There's someone took your place
(repeat chorus)
Said the mp to the media
Can't we juggle this around
Sprinkle sugar on the dog shit
And we'll keep the figures down
Never let the left hand
See what's in the right
No-one's any wiser
And the problem's out of sight
Take your democratic choice
Take a scheme or starve
Job clubs, restart, yts, cps, eas
Company profits doubled
Wages chopped in half
(repeat)
(repeat chorus)
Offer your life to the one true church
In the name of the conservative party
The labor party
And the liberal alliance
The promised land where banks outnumber churches
And your cars shall be martyrs to the cause
Capitalism in crisis
But on the third day it shall rise again
But on the third day it shall rise

For twenty years graham hill
Risking life and limb
Drove the circuits of the world
And they said it would kill him
"going so fast is a fine way to win
But one crash could make a mockery of that famous cheeky grin"
As irony would have it
Years after he retired
The light aircraft he was piloting
Exploded, and he died

The blanket shit coverage we get on tv
Sells us paradise, buy buy buy buy buy buy it
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
As one big happy contraceptive pill-popping party
Based on the ad-man's philosophy
That total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Total self-indulgence equals total freedom
Like freedom from involvement,
Freedom from concern
Freedom from responsibility
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love
Freedom from love?

Both players and watchers,
No-one knows the rules
That's what makes the game so great
"just get out there
And slug your opponent!"
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great
That's what makes the game so great

Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
(repeats)

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'it's all that the lady of the manor can afford'
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Meet miss morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Everything i do, i do it for you. everything i do is driven by you. driven by you? you don't have a clue. i make your songs better and you always try to sue! money, money, money--it's gone to your head. i sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'. dead? huh! you're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. new kids, minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads. then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the beatles and stones--who made their music first?
All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, i was only trying to pick it up for lent.
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'cause we want to wee wee too!
Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in england's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the devil's daughter
Bingo full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves christmas every day
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
(repeat)
You can make a living sometimes plundering
(repeat)
Too late
(repeat)
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

Hey diddle diddle, here's a brand new riddle
What's shallow and cheap with a hole in the middle
Five fingers holding four wise angels
Little heads float by on clouds of goodness
They're playing voodoo with their kylie dolls
Sing it right or don't sing it all

'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
Sick and tired of irish jokes
He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye)
Left his home to have some fun
Packed his clothes and a gatling gun
Secretly, with ill intent
Into the house of parliament
Where politicians sit and croak (hear hear)
Inventing all those racist jokes
He pulls the gun out from his coat
And loudly shouts out 'here's my vote!'
'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
'...he had the last laugh.'

Away from work finding peace
With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees
You're out playing golf for the day
Hoping that with a bit of luck
Someone will study a chemistry book
And blow up the office while you're away

The good folks pull together
It's july 4th forever
Down in celebration, florida
The neighbors bring you coffee
And everyone's always happy
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
They're buying up nostalgia
For a time they can't remember
Down in celebration, florida
They're sharing homemade corn chips
Even the dogs get facelifts
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
There's nation fighting nation
There's kids with malnutrition
But not in celebration, florida
Social engineering
It gives you that fuzzy feeling
Down in celebration, florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of celebration, celebration, florida
Celebration, celebration, celebration, florida
Well, it's
It's very conventional, i don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just
Relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology.
That's true, actually i'd agree with that.

In the event of something happening to me
There is something i would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that i knew
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed
Thinking those that once existed must be dead?
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones
In the event of something happening to me
There is something i would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that i knew
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones

I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer when we come back

Oh isn't it horrible?
I can't look
He fell on the ski-jump
And he's not getting up
The car he was driving
Just blew a tire
Oh isn't it horrible?
He's all on fire
The race she was running
Was terribly tough
She collapsed with a hamstring
And they stretchered her off
And just when the speedboat
Was picking up speed
It smashed on a wave
And both drivers were dead
Dead!
Oh isn't it horrible?
The hidden thought
That death and injury
Makes for popular sport

The saturday afternoon tradition
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and half-nelson
Bouncing around for television
Learn the moves and collect your pay
I'll be the one they boo today
Nothing at all to do with sport
Just cheap entertainment, of sorts

But we spread more disease than all of the insects
By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact
When we shit on people we are shit on in return
So we put out more shit we think we've nothing left to learn
We keep on spreading more disease than all of the insects
And after the people had built scare city high in the food mountains, the advertising men moved into the plush concrete drawing offices and started juggling around with ideas, and they came up with a concept and the concept was this: need is an anagram of eden. so they marketed need, shit for every occassion, replacing our real needs with a craving for the purified packaged shit. waste product. waste became the product.
Coca cola is drunk two hundred and fifty million times a day in a hundred and forty five different countries. they can shift shit anywhere they want, when they want. anywhere, any time, they can shift it. yeah, eighteen million children starved to death last year. they can't shift food because it's not fucking profitable.

I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful
In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards
And there weren't any losers
I saw marathon runners, strong and determined
Hunched in wheelchairs, and pushing ever onwards
And there weren't any losers
And there weren't any losers

I always wanted to play
In the school football team
But the coach said i wasn't fast enough
I wasn't no good it seemed
I used to watch them practice
But i never got a game
I went to every trial they had
But every time i failed
I didn't want to be pele
Unlike all my mates
That wasn't my ambition
I just wanted once to play
The football team would travel out
Playing other schools
But they'd never take me on the bus
Although i begged them to
Of course they'd all return
With talk of robbo's goals
And how little nobby forder
Took the defense all on his own
All the ninety minutes were relived
Well, that's how to me it seemed
As i sat in awe and watched myself
Playing in my dreams
In my dreams...
Playing in my dreams...
In my dreams...
But never once the real thing
They'd never let me play
They just said i wasn't good enough
And i'd just get in the way
But then one day it happened
A real scorcher in mid-march
Paul robbo broke his leg
And nobby forder holidayed in france
Kevin soaper and big nose duggan
They both caught chicken pox
They were both at home confined to bed
To nurse their itchy spots
It was the all-important semi-final
Second leg of the cup
Against local rivals queensbury boy's school
They were one nil up
The coach turned to me in desperation
And he pleaded for my help
"this is it, your big chance david!
Can you make the numbers up?"
Well i grinned from ear to ear
And i must have looked quite chuffed
As i seized my opportunity
And told him to get stuffed!

At the beach, pressure's on
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at my feet
Wonders what i'll do
Do i kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate the end
Of our relationship

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die fo...
A dog stares into a gramaphone trumpet
Waits for his call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a man
Working on the factory floor as hard as he can
The trumpets is a loudspeaker, fixed into the roof
The man can hear his master's voice
And it always tells the truth
The man obeys his master, and carries out his work
And of course he is rewarded with bonuses and perks
You see, they have an understanding
And this is it:
The man stands under his master
Whilst his master has a shit

Matador impaled upon the horns of the beast
Tossed and flipped, a sequined rag-doll
This frightened, tortured, mutilated animal
Has got it's own back once and for all
I saw the picture in the newspaper
And all i could think was, "ol

Bing played golf
Do-be-do-be-do
In the rain
Do-be-do-be-do
Struck by lightning
Do-be-do-be-do
Never again do-be-do-be-do-be-do-be-do

Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb!
Me 'n' audrey gonna sing it for ya
Smart bomb!
A headache pill to die for
Smart bomb!
From all participating stores
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
Shine on me o benign virus
Smart bomb!
Uranium from arms-r-us
Smart bomb!
Here's something for your first-born
Smart bomb!
George bush junior, sing-along
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup?
Yep.
Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut?

Oh, where are you now george?
Now that wingers have been laid to rest
And shirts have adverts across their breast
And it's all about who's the richest
Where are you now george?
With those boots that laced up the side
And that irish shirt that you wore with pride
And that picture of you with mike summerbee and bride
Oh, where are you now george?
I dreamed of you dribbling past city's back four
And leaving joe corrigan fumbling on the floor
And the stretford end singing "more! bestie! more!"
Where are you now george?
In a boutique down carnaby street?
Or gambling on the horses at an aintree meet?
Oh where oh where are those magic feet?
I know where you've been
On granada every week
I want you to come back to me
And have you seen george oghani
And charlie george?

Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won't be the same in the village again
Twelve months of bribery, twelve months of lies
Cops in the village to truncheon your bride
Scabs down the back roads to break up the strike
Come out of your houses--there's a war on outside
Attacked in the village, attacked in the courts
Sacked for refusing to bow to their lords
Less than a whisper from commons and lords
Retreats from the front when they most need support
Woman and woman in opposing extremes
Between man-made heaven and popular dreams
Between twisted detachment and learning to breathe
One locks the prison one sets herself free
Smiles for the cameras as the miners return
They say no one has lost and no one has gained
But wiser and stronger the people have changed
And it won't be the same in fitzwilliam again
Cage and canary are left in the mine
Canary still sings as machinery dies
Song breaks the bars which imprison its life
Flies from the pit shaft and into the skies

At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree
And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary
I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree
So it's good the players don't take the game too seriously
Now there are no advertising boards to get in the way
And no computer scoreboard, hip, hip, hooray
Just an old bloke and a stubby pencil end
Who misses a run or two now and again
You see he's too busy looking at the sycamore tree
He says, "it's all part of the game"
And i agree

Listen, peep
Don't you worry
Peoplekind be with you all the way
I say farewell now, peep, ok
If we hurry we might just save our day
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
(repeat)

Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine
Same old songs, same old cabaret
A fairytale in notting hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Once upon a time
Not so happy ending for the mersey and the tyne
Who said the story had to end this way?
A fairytale on beeston hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

Chapt. two - guess who? manfred the great
The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. everyone was silent. 'minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. play me some music,' he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down
I believed it, didn't we all
A man, a hero, walks on to the scene
Unquestionably good at everything
First he does battle with various creatures
Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters
Having made dragons extinct forever
He murders a couple of the castle guards
He enters the castle quite unnoticed
And tells the girl he'll be back for her
'and so i shall make her mine forever'
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner
Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy
Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished
And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through
The blade crashes down on the block where his head was
With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards
A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts
A race against time to rescue the princess
To get past the baddy to get out of the castle
Out of the window where the horses are waiting
The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames

Whilst robson plays his sharp cd
And beardsley paints his lounge "hint of green"
And the big clubs dream of a superleague
Of keegan's "reasonable" three thousand a week
But back at sinthonia, the ground's hardly packed
And the bank won't give them an overdraft
So it's play a full team of y.t.s.
Or get sponsored by the d.h.s.s.
Oh no!
Oh yes!

Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Sticky pages in hello with hopper as nero on rome
See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the junkies!
No xmas for junkies..
Who put the u
Who put the u
Who put the u in the wamba?
So fashionably blue
Crime never pays, heroes are handsome,
So fashionably blue
Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical
So fashionably blue
Mothers never work, single women always do
So fashionably blue
Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop
So fashionably blue
All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour

Yuppies, i've been taught,
Are keen on sport
Two slices wholemeal loaf
Into towelette jogging suit
Once round the park
Quick game of squash
Staving off a heart attack
With f-plan diet and filofax
In a world where
Participation can be bought
Yuppies, i've been taught
Are keen on sport

Chapter seven
There's bugs on the house plants of the folks back home
Insects are material, they're not inferior
Insects are material, they're not inferior
What do we want?
Insect liberation!
When do we want it?
Now!
Insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
An insect loses its way one day and gets trapped in the house
An insect in the house, but not in this month's issue of "wonderful home"
Fly spray or stinky thing, hanging from the ceiling
A rolled up neswpaper on the head, the poor insect ends up dead dead dead dead
But insects are dirty, insects are filthy
They never bother washing their legs or faces
Insects are ugly, insects are evil
They sniff around the brown and then they eat it
They eat shit, and they're walking on it!
They fly around from town to town spreading disease
They're ugly little monsters, and i hate them
Won't you get rid of them for me? please!
But who likes the taste, who makes use of our waste?
Who puts the goodness back into the soil?
It's insects, bacteria, germs, and worms

Compass, whistle, cagoul, map
Count your steps along the track
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Compass bearing sou-sou-west
Choose the route you think is best
Judging distance, pace and line
Head and feet to cut the time
To checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back
Checkpoint one
Checkpoint two
Checkpoint three and back

Knight to bishop 4
Next move in the cold war
In the spassky/fischer battle
To see who rules the castle
Spassky takes hungary (and czecks)
Fischer takes grenada
Russian tanks to afghanistan
U.s. pawns to viet nam
But it's spassky rebellion
A fischer uprising
The pawns have taken over
And overthrown the king

One, two, three years later
Complacency sets in
He patiently sits in
Watching the telly
Thursday to thursday
Radio turnsday (?)
Can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop
Can't make friends if you haven't got money
Stop
Squandering money [?] nowadays
Stop
You can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop

And so in the tradition of manfred the great
The people built the glorious vision in his name
Great britain they called it, a land for heroes
A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of eden
The garden of eden, levelled to the ground
And concreted over, re-built from scratch
With i.c.i. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is cracked and it's showing through
The plastic backed cello-taped superglue
The paper money and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide
That all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never stick our world together again
With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money they exchange for our lives
Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the same time now
Mankind to the rescue, i ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth
Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full
So please listen, dear peoplekind
See the reason that minkind won't save the earth
Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while
It's up to us
It's up to us
It's up to us, each and every one of us

Twelve stitches in sixteen rows
Two inches overpacking on number ten needles
Cast one hundred twenty one stitches
And knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Repeat as knitted for seven and a half centimeters
Finishing on the second row
Change to number eight needles
Then knit one, purl one, repeat to the end
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Cast off twelve
Purl to the last twelve stitches
Break on acrylic, turn and rejoin
Then knit two, purl two, to the last two stitches
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Knit two, purl two, knit two, purl two
Continue 'til work measures twenty-five centimeters
Finishing on the wrong side row
Cast off twenty-eight, cross on thirty-three
Break and then rejoin, cast off and sew
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one
Knit one, purl one, knit one, purl one

And now, the reverend abraham meekly, saver of souls
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Though they broke my legs
They gave me a crutch to walk
Their laws to guide me
And a crutch to walk
Brothers and sisters, i have sinned more than sinning, i have been away these last four long years, but now i am returned to the fold to be among my flock. i come as humble shepherd embodied by the almighty, the power above, the power which is in me. because i am reborn, brothers and sisters, i am living proof that government saves. brothers and sisters, i want you to show our faith in the powers that be, for we are the true believers. i want you to come forward together, come to me, and let us feel the power of the cross. today's lesson, stay in your homes except on thursday, do not stray from the path, as our signpost says, you can't miss it really, and we're open all day. now there's no need to rush, we've got plenty of pencils for everyone. now there're collecting tins for ordinations, check, credit card facilities are payable, government savings, stickers and badges on sale, t-shirts in small, medium, or large, all at competitive prices. put a down-payment on your place in heaven
, and buy me another four
Years, brothers and sisters. dance wherever you may be, i am the lord of the dance said she. and if you don't dance, we have ways of making you dance. government be with you!
Amen

Damen hurst said it came in with the tide
Now jerry springer, he's in formaldehyde

Na then!
Get another drink!
And get yourself sat down
We'll have a game of shave ha'penny
And loser gets next round
Get another drink!
And get your arrows out
We'll have a game of 501
And mine's a pint of stout
So get another drink!
And you've got two shots
And now i can't remember
Who's the stripes and who's the spots
So get another drink!
I can't make it the bar
Too much sport you understand
And too much beer
I'll sithi!

The millionaires are closing ranks
Tax-dodging in the race to the bank
Listen for the slamming of the stable doors
After the horse has bolted
Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame
The jockey club is tightening the reins
All the wealth and power
Owned by a handful of people
With yts workers
In the star-studded stables
I have no sympathy for the inland revenue
But lester piggot, i'm glad they caught you

Whisper the words of wisdom no more
Speak the words of wisdom no more
Shout the words of wisdom no more
The governments of the world agree
That people need bombs and banks and barriers
Harriers, tanks, and aircraft carriers to carry us to war
To drop it at my front door
But if no one pulled a trigger then no one would get shot
If no one made the bombs, no one would get blown up
If nobody believed in stinking countries
There wouldn't be any territories to fight over
If nobody held money as sacred
There'd be food for all, not just those who can't afford it
And if nobody voted for a government
They wouldn't have the right to make people fight
But first they treat us like we're nobody, no one
Then it's "join britain's fight, be someone--bomb someone"
But dead we're no more than dust on the floor
Of the next generation
Who are marching as to war
But no more war, we won't go away
'cause no more war is something we've got to say
No more war, we can try to make the fighting cease
No more war, advertise for peace
No more war, i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
No more war, look i know it's easier said than done
But we can make a start by declaring peace
By declaring peace
Just remember in 1982 when the falklands war was happening
The new musical express didn't say a word about it

The white male complex shows its roots
Chanting seig heils, throwing salutes
From it's tiny brain to its outsize boots
In 100% british sheepskin suits
All the fascists gathered there
Fouling up trafalgar square
Proud and dumb on remembrance day
...amen
An afternoon in mid november
Tell me what you're here to remember
'i can't remember...'
'i... i can't remember...'
They've got police protection
They've got the boss's investments
They've got shit for brains
They raised their ugly heads again
'lads together, we can have a laugh
Goose-step past the cenotaph
Patriotic to the last
Of this, our patriotic past!'
No, they shall not pass

Cut and clipped to make you sleek
Whipped and brushed from stall to track
Laden down with heavy pack
Or carrying rider on your back
And finally your neck is broken
Pushed too hard at beeches brook
I'll bet, i'll bet
Thirteen to one
Thirteen to one
And the damage done

The tree of knowledge has been cut down
Torn from the ground, made into defenses and paper money
His own roots man severs
Mother earth dismembered
Distanced from her, he cannot hope to live by consumption alone
He built himself a void, man and the garden
Are both destroyed in his attempt to fill that void

Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But lets keep britain working--either way we must keep britain working
Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves
Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders
(chorus)
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast
To us bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the british troops in northern ireland
To the wonderful victory in the falklands
To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the udm, to the tuc
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers
(repeat chorus)
To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike
To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments
One, two, three
To the annual rise in the mp's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism

Chap aged twenty-three
Some pieces of my mind
I can be so happy just lying down
Back to the brown, looking up at the stars
On a clear summer's night i can think wow!
Well, i don't even have to think it, i just feel it
But i can be sad, so fucking sad
Lying on my side on my bed staring into space
And i can think, what a hassle what a bastard
What a load of shit life is
Life is wonderful, so intricate yet simple
It truly amazes me
How poeple like me confuse and abuse it
When really it's so precious to me
But i hold on, i hold on for dear life
To my fears as much as i do my hopes
I get bogged down and i dissappear
At times like this i just can't see very clear
Clearly a wise person once said to me
Life is, and that is all there is
To it, t'woo to it, t'woo
That's all there is to it, you twit
And so my lifes goes on, and on, and on, and on
Like i said, earlier on, it's really so precious to me
And that's the way it is, and that's the why i'm here
And it's worth shouting about, and this is how it sounds
And it's as simple as this, i just want to be loved
Same as anybody else, i just want to be loved

Watch ben johnson on tv
Or try to beat your own pb
The choice is yours
You decide
Get square eyes
Or get outside!

Through the turnstile, concrete jungle, sterile habitat of iron.
Symbol of brutality like supermarkets, missile silos.
Man puts up more barriers, creates his world, denies another.
Animal, unwilling captive, mirrors how the captors live.
Prisoner, imprisoner, it's only the cage sides makes us different.
(reading from the book and tearing of the book)
'man's genius is a mind with which to reason, and he has the power to draw out the full potential of specific elements. when you consider the many millions of animals upon the earth at any time, the priviledge of human company is enjoyed by very, very few of them. one place where wild animals meet with human beings is in the zoo. there is a tremendous bonding between zoo animals and their keepers. and though some animals are indeed contented simply to be fed, and have their billets cleaned, others, and especially the mammals, depend a great deal upon their keeper's company, and respond with great intelligence when they are treated with intelligence and affection.'
And the spectacle will always have control
As it keeps us all struggling alone
Providing little boxes for us all
Demanding that we never ask for more
And we all sit back and drug away the pain
In a world that keeps us passive and tame
Isolated we will never realize
How we're spectators in their paradise
Whilst we're stuck inside the ghetto we create
With distractions there to keep us all content
These fences are promises and lies
Lets take the blindfold from our eyes

From coca-cola to tv politics
Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets
From words and images to advertising
From colonel sanders to cop-car sirens
And now the american football circus
More showbiz sport come to plague us
Plastic pitches, plastic tradition
Another part of the us invasion