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)

Here in the comfort of a favorite chair
Or smugly from the tap room at the whitehorse
I can prove mathematically
Just when and when not to take up arms
When to fight and when to surrender
(chorus)
This way or that way or this way or that way
Bang on the dustbin lids here come the brits
An empire of vampires we're sitting in our armchairs
Nothing has changed we're just younger moralists
Easy enough to turn the other cheek
When you don't get slapped around
When cupboards and bellies are full fit to burst
Let the enemy do his worst
(repeat chorus)
Here in written word, in song, in coversation
Courtrooms sit in anticipation of the reading of the rules
The exiled poet fleeing nazi germany, would say,
'oh these divine commandments are not much use against murder'

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

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!

With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
Ooh mr. murdoch can i show you around?
A new religion, no beat no rhythm
Just wal-mart wall to wall
A kodak baby in the land of plenty
Honey, i blew up the world
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot

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

we'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

"oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy..."

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

"don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."

I get knocked down
But i get up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

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

But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night?
How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?
Turn out the lights for the people they're shitting on
Turn out the lights for the people they're torturing
Turn out the lights for the people they're poisoning
Turn out the lights for the people they're starving
Turn out the lights for the people they've murdered
They got two big secrets one up each sleeve, first they believe that they're doing god's work, and that's the lie that they can lie down with, 'cause it's seconded by the people they govern. 'cause the people they govern will work for them, buy from them, and die for them
And the people they govern will vote for them
And the people they govern do their sleeping for them
Do their sleeping for them, do their sleeping for them
Meanwhile ronnie is on first name terms with god, or so he sees it in his head. too many motion pictures when he was younger, and he's round at god's place for a meal.
God preparest a table before ronnie
In the presence of ronnie's enemies
God annointest ronnies' head with oil
Ronnie's cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy, shall follow ron
An psalm is an anagram of napalms
Wake up, we must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!
We must wake up!

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

(intro)
There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that i know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive
(chorus)
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds
(repeat chorus)
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
(repeat chorus)
(repeat intro)
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you, i should be every hour
Truly thanking you

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!

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

I'm out in the country for a walk one day
I get the urge and i've got to go
I look around, make sure no one's around
I pull down my pants and i face the ground
I think, well, we all go to the toilet
Just like we've got to eat
We don't eat--it's called starvation
We don't babber--constipation

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

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

Remember mexico '86?
"dirty" diego, the saint and greaves
All covering up the cracks of an economic crisis
What the cameras don't show the viewers won't notice
Earthquake victims still in shacks
And 5,000 steelworkers given the sack
The protestors demanding beans not goals
The reality hidden as the spectacle prevails
Create a diversion, hide the real poverty
With pockets full of money, with stomachs still empty

All the runners running downhill
All the throwers with strap-on muscles
Gold, silver, and bronze
To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids
Random testing doesn't exist
No promoters will take the risk
Street-price injection for a personal best
Praise to roche for finishing first
All the runners have their little helpers
All the throwers on uppers and downers
"from now on," said ron
"it's downhill all the way."

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!

From the heights of montezuma to the shores of sicily
From the rainplains of africa
Across the shining sea
From the east to the west
From the rainforests to the dustbowls
It's bigger than jesus
Bigger than rock & roll
What is it?
Sport!
You can love it or loathe it
But you can't get away from it
It's played, watched, and talked about all over the world
From the backstreets of naples
To the docklands of hull
It's bigger than jesus
Bigger than rock & roll
What is it?
Sport!
Livingstone and stanley were sitting in a hut
In the african jungle, talking and stuff
About how they'd discovered this big continent
How they'd dared to go where no-one else went
When out of the bush came this skinny little kid
And what was he wearing? a liverpool strip!
He had an nfl helmet and some brand new cricket boots
A packet of questions from trivial pursuit
Q: what happened when rugby union minnows shirley wanderers went to twickenham?
A: they stole a set of goal posts after an international!

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.

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...

The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'empire made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.
Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. and we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside.
But what are we gonna eat, boss?
Ah, you'll think of something. i mean, when we cut that forest down there, within a year or two we can double the size of the plantation.
But we can't just live off sugar daddy?
'course you can. i mean back home where i come from the folks live off the stuff.
But boss, we can't afford coca cola, never mind all this fancy processing biz.
Well look, no, look. think of it as in investment, cash crops, you see. you grow the sugar, we send it to the dear old folks back home. who come up with the readdies, and we give you some bread on the deal.
But boss, there's people starving to death out here.
Well, between me and you nigger boy, there's too many of 'em anyway.

Creation, not so much out of the blue as
Once upon a time there was a pile of brown
And out of that brown grew pips and seeds
And worms crawled from out of that brown
And life flourished and multiplied, multiplied
And pips and seeds grew into plants and trees
And bore fruit which was easten by wormkind
And worms grew wings or fins or arms and legs
And grew into animalkind, animalkind
And creatures walked the earth
And fish swam in the sea
And birds flew in between trees
That's how we came to be
And pips and seeds were returned to the earth
Along with a generous helping of brown
And life continued to grow and flourish
From brown to green, from green to brown
Like, like the seasons
And was regenerating, always regenerating
The earth was everybody's home
Every being was free to grow and roam
Their roots were everywhere and everything
All dependent on each other for existing
Existing as one
Whole earth catalogue
Existing as one
Big happy family
Existing as one
Web of destiny
Existing as one
Earth, together

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

Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember
How the game continued despite the disaster
"with all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on
It would be financial suicide to stop at this point."
And there's a ready-made scapegoat, ready to blame
Hooligans fighting, ruining the game
Ignoring the bad planning and cramming-in of fans
Right next to each other in crumbling stands
Putting money before safety caused those deaths
Whilst greedy bosses in their boxes shout and turn red
"get those bodies back the full ten yards!
They're covering up the advertising boards!"

'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.'

I'm not alone, you're not alone
You see me, you hear me
There are millions think just like me

I got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
I'm skating down the street
With my trucks all new
Here comes the nme
Coming into view
Looking for a gimmick
That it can screw
"you've got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
Do you like the stupids?
Can we interview you?
What kind of fancy tricks
Do you do?
Are those original
All-star shoes?"
Now it's not a sport
It's a saleable craze
They're screwing us over
In a million ways
"sign on the dotted line
You know it pays"
Who wants a skateboard?
I'm giving mine away

The evolution of humankind
An opposing digit, the use of tools
Inventing the wheel, exploring space
Brain size still developing
Two men and a referee
Foam gloves and a silver cup
Devolution about to begin
Round one, ding, ding!
A perfect right to the other's chin
No tools, wheels, or exploration
Brain size still developing
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind
The evolution of humankind

There's pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
I ride my little bicycle, i ride it to the top
No red lights or traffic signs to tell me when to stop
There's racing bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around

Chopped a tree, the garden of eden is finished
When i say mankind, i use it as a derogatory term
Whereas scientists and governments use it as a saving grace
Well i once saw micheal heseltine on the telly, whilst he was still environment secretary, and it was a u.n. debate called 'the state of the planet, ten year on.' ten years on since the last debate, and he's there saying, 'look folks, don't worry. everything is under control. the rate of progress is faster than the rate of decline.' as if that made everything ok.
A man who is older than me, with factories in south african says, 'that's the way of the world, and there's nothing you can do about it. you can't change it. so you might as well enjoy it whilst you still can. well that's what i always say anyway, hmm, yeah, and remember that, that's a damn good outlook on life. i've come a long way i have, i have indeed. in fact, you could say i'm a shining example. the dirty kid come clean. have a cigar.'
He must be right cos he's got more experience than me. yeah, he's got a degree in better ways of destroying the earth, better ways of ceasing to be. even if we forget about nuclear war, just for a minute, only for a minute see he's cutting all the trees down, the atmosphere is breaking down the rain cycle's collapsing, acid rain destroying our lakes. forest is being cut down at a rate of an area the size of france every year whole countries of fertile land are being turned into desert, ask him about it, see what he's got to say for himself. ask him about it, see what he's got to say.
'what's it worth? what's it worth? make it worth my while, make it worth my while, maybe then, maybe then i'll think about it.

And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies
And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies
Yeh, got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find
Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational murdering bastards

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

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

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

Everybody's looking for a one way system
As if there's only one way out of this prison
Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom
As if there's just one answer to all of our problems
And the biggest one way of all the one ways
The central circulating shit
Is m o n e y, oh why?
Why oh why, oh my oh my, all mine
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
And palm us off with the freedom of choice
The choice of a million and one lifestyles
Built on a billion and one false smiles
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
All mine, mine, make it mine, make it worth my while
Make it worth my while, and maybe then i'll think about it
Make it worth my while, and i'll see what i can do.

Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in
As pitches got faster with no turn or spin
"bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline
If we can't get him out, we'll make him retire!"
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Who still bowls a googly in this day and age?
When bouncers and beamers are all the rage
Forced to take guard with helmet and visor
Awaiting the arrival of slazenger armor
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Bring back the chinaman
Bring back the googly
And long live dicky bird

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!

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

Are you sitting comfortably?
Then i'll begin
The story of kinnochio
The man who ran the other party pondered the size of his nose
A man who pleaded for leadership and groveled more than most
He scabbed and he lied and he nodded and smiled and he sunk down low
Whilst the nose at the foot of his happy face slowly began to grow
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Little by little he noticed that his nose's enormous size
Was in direct and equal proportion to his political compromise
Despite his strenuous efforts to put the world to rights
His nose continued to slowly extend as he moved towards the right
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Eager for power and groveling for votes
You could measure his popularity by the increasing size of his nose
A dancing puppet grafted in wood
Controlled by strings operated from above

Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that
Not for a wage, not for fame
Not for directors
For the love of the game
You chicken out
You fluff the shot
You fall and shout
And foul a lot
Let's face it lads, you're really crap!
But you're exciting to watch, i'll give you that

In '36 the world's teams
Played up, played up, and played the game
Runners, jumpers, footballers
All sieg-heilling the fuhrer
Not so the black americans
Who, point-blank, refused
And on returning home from this precedent
Were refused a meeting with the president

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin (?) cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin (?) cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all

They're the bosses of tomorrow
They're called the fcs
Fascist conservative sheep
Who claim to know what's best
Tied to dad's finances
And only just out of school
They want progressive capitalism
And imperialist rule
And it just goes to show
That higher education
Is just the thing for blinding kids
With lies and information
These students think that with their vast experience of life, they know and understand the answers to the world's problems. and all the people around the world without food and civil liberties, the people of nicaragua, and ireland, and chile, and el salvador, and grenada, and south africa... well they're all ignorant peasants without university educations...
Don't let education stand in your way
These bosses of tomorrow: confront them today

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)

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

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
There's a wonderful world you can share
But only if you're stinking rich enough
Martini people are happy people
They always smile because they're getting paid
To sing and dance and have parties in the south of france
Wouldn't you do the same, if you got the chance?
Uncork the speedboat from the bottle and be whisked away
From reality today, to packaged dreamland uk
From the tv screen to the sunday magazine
Fancy cigarette packets, dead animal jackets
From the big flashy car which runs on british petroleum
From bp's investments in australia in uranium
Dinner is served!

Chapt nine, armagodman
The lord is my shepherd, i shall not want. he maketh me to lie down in green pastures. he leadeth me beside the still waters. he restoreth my soul. he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness. for his name's sake, yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they confort me.

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all i know
Is guilt for being different
It's always raining stones
There's a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(chorus)
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(repeat chorus)

M spells man, k spells kind, could somebody tell me is man kind?
Manking is saying, gotta say goodbye now, gotto say goodbye to mother earth
I mean, how could i ever say that to her?
She's my mother, and i love her, there's no other, mother earth, mother earth
I used to watch, watch with mother, i grew up with her
Now i'm grown up, i stand on my own two feet, but that's no reason to forget her
By acting with mother not against her
First second and third worlds can help each other
By sharing the load, we can bear the burden
By working together we can replant the garden
Mother nature can be a right bastard at times, but i reckon she's a whole lot cleverer than mankind. he might have more experience, especially in apathy. well ask him or ask yourself, 'war, poverty, death, rape, and violence on our streets?' and he'll look at you blankly and say, 'mindless'. man made catastrophe and it's happening now, today, so we're right up shit creek without a paddle, without a boat even. question, what are full of holes yet hold much water? answer, people. people need each other, not money, not packaged shit, we need each other.
How to be nice to each other?
How to talk to each other?
How to live together again?
I reckon, peace means learning to live together again

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea strong
And before too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, i'll die for my country" mentality
That made it all possible
Our history, made from other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants
When i was ten years old i was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we measure up to it?
At the age of twelve i thought to myself,
"it's gonna grow"
For the next seven years i kept a check of things down below
It didn't grow
Now look at me on the front of this record
Admittedly it's not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the contras
Post office tower penis power
Muscles and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what i mean
I kept it very quiet, i felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public toilets
At school i skipped showers
The state separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody else
It becomes a big thing without being big at all
I felt very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood
Start putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All i needed was demystification
And it's as simple as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but god and country survived
As a lad i was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our insignificance
And gives thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every move
To see how they measure up
Growing up confused, like i did
'cause their minds are being messed up
The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and violence
From the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured murder
From the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, i ask, in being told what to do?
And living in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change this thing
We've got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)

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

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

Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the florentine scene
Inventor, scientist, mathematician
But less well-known are his regular stints
With florence football club
A renaissance soccer player
Good with either foot
A world-class all-rounder
Up front, midfield, in goal
He was great with a pencil or a surgeon's knife
But he was better with a ball

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs
Aided and abetted by the local hunt sabs

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

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!

There's entertainment
There's politics
There's popular culture
There's dialectics
But never the twain shall meet
Never the twain shall meet
This is a myth, propagated by the bourgeois wordsmiths
Who never put a ball in the back of the net
Who never padded up or picked up a bat
Who never spent an afternoon watching their sport
Never saw the bosses quietly taking over
Never saw the stadiums, terraces, arenas
Bought off, remodeled by g plan designers
Sold off and ripped off by company directors
All these so called "revolutionaries"
Who are too busy with the uprising to see what's going on
Will be shocked to discover that at this very moment
Ron pickering is preparing a crack squad of proles
Too liberate our sport from its capitalist oppressors
In tracksuits and trainers, the rising of the masses!

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

Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but i'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? you make too much money buddy?

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 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

Now he's going for the grey ball
Into the top left pocket
A touch off the slightly darker grey ball
And he's snookered behind the grey ball
Oh, he's going for the grey ball
Now that's a surprise
A kiss on the slightly lighter grey ball
Now just the grey ball to play
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!
What a colorful game this is!

The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad
Because it's written in his contract that after every over
He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor
In a bid to save the sport he sacrifices his health
His inning is getting shorter and so is his breath
Seems the price of survival involves a cigarette
Making money out of sport and choking it to death

Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to london town to pay a visit to the queen.
Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me what you saw?
I saw the queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws;
I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall;
And i saw the truth, the truth, behind the emperor's new clause!
So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. you keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make mccarthyism popular, at last.
Blessed are the moralists, the judges, the patriarchs. blessed are the gutter-press, the aids-joke comedians. praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists.
Glory, glory, halleluia, his truth is marching on
One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. hide your inclination behind a straight face and a bible. third reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites.
Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. he's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. where's radclyffe hall? now is the time to tear up clause 29!
Here comes the preacher checking your soul. too late sir, i'd rather fall. we'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29!
Here comes a brick, heading your way. a concrete opinion says all i want to say. save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29.

That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it?
Yeah...
Uh, what about the record?
Ah, they'll get it...
It's a no-no
I've gotta heave-ho
I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato
Gene genie, rogue soya beanie
Get thee behind me patent margarinie
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Bobby can you hear me?
Uh huh
What about this sou...

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

Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes
Stick them together with glue
You can mix a fine cocktail from memories
And pretend what you're drinking is new
But there's nothing that's new under heaven
(chorus)
There's nothing that hasn't been done
Pour me another double cliche
You can't write a song that's never been sung
Everyone's stealing from someone
Burglars get burgled as well
There's nothing that's new under heaven
There's nothing unique over hell
There's nothing that's new under heaven
(repeat chorus)
You can't write a song that's never been sung
You can't write a song that's never been sung