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1. _ Scapegoat

2. _ Disagreement

3. _ Stitch That!

4. _ Times Of Crisis

5. _ Bella Ciao

6. _ I'm Coming Out

7. _ Jesus In Vegas

8. _ Awake

9. _ Hurling And Imperialism

10. _ Because I'm A He

11. _ May Day

12. _ Lying In The Dirt

13. _ Shhh

14. _ I Want More

15. _ Liberation

16. _ K-2 (indian Restaurant)

17. _ Zola Budd

18. _ Shoot

19. _ Amnesia

20. _ P.e.

21. _ Creepy Crawling

22. _ Sports

23. _ Look! No Strings!

24. _ Seven Days

25. _ Big Mouth Strikes Again

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

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26. _ Hmmm...

27. _ Education (part I)

28. _ Lie Lie Lie Lie

29. _ Come On Baby (let's Do The Revolution)

30. _ One By One

31. _ Shake Baby Shake

32. _ Younger Moralists

33. _ The Triumph Of General Ludd

34. _ Dumbing Down

35. _ Whilst Stocks Last

36. _ Www Dot

37. _ Drip, Drip, Drip

38. _ Does God Go To The Toilet?

39. _ Colliers March

40. _ Jimmy Hill

41. _ Tubthumping

42. _ Top Of The World

43. _ Jack Horner

44. _ Naming Names

45. _ Bob Beamon

46. _ I'm Not Sorry I Was Having Fun

47. _ Knickers

48. _ The Big Issue

49. _ Thorn-emi Lighting

50. _ Asleep

51. _ Comic-tragic-magic

52. _ Isolation

53. _ Babbernation

54. _ Invasion

55. _ Moses With A Gun

56. _ Nadzeroon El Babo

57. _ Pop Star Kidnap

58. _ I'm In Trouble Again

59. _ We Want Beans Not Goals

60. _ Ah-men

61. _ Drugs

62. _ Let It Be

63. _ Rip It Up

64. _ Shock! Horror!

65. _ The Incompatibility Of Sport And Cosmic Consciousness

66. _ Desmond Lynam's Sports Trivia

67. _ Shot

68. _ Studmarks On The Summits

69. _ Adversity

70. _ Man Papers His Crack

71. _ Snip Snip Snip

72. _ Wormkind

73. _ Ever Heard The One About The Pacemaker?

74. _ Pass It Along

75. _ Sugar Daddy

76. _ The Wasteland

77. _ Irish Joke

78. _ Jingle Smells

79. _ Outsider

80. _ Australian Rules Football

81. _ Graham Hill

82. _ Heysel Stadium

83. _ I'm Thick

84. _ Seoul Music

85. _ Sometimes Plunder

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

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86. _ Awesome Wheels

87. _ Behave!

88. _ I'm With Stupid

89. _ Mountain Biking

90. _ One Under Par

91. _ Punch Drunk

92. _ Catastrophe Reality

93. _ Desmond

94. _ Scare City

95. _ We Support All Forms Of Resistance Against This Racist System (part Ii)

96. _ Celebration, Florida

97. _ Disabled Sports

98. _ House Plants

99. _ New York Mining Disaster 1941

100. _ One Way System

101. _ Saying No

102. _ Social Dogma

103. _ Isn't It Horrible?

104. _ It's A Man's Game

105. _ Mick Mcmanus' Haircut

106. _ The Bull Fights Back

107. _ Where Did The Chinaman Go?

108. _ You Can't Trust Anyone Nowadays

109. _ Bing Oh!

110. _ Kinnochio

111. _ School Team

112. _ Stagnation

113. _ Amereicha

114. _ Dad's Mascot

115. _ Smart Bomb

116. _ Sunday League Footy

117. _ The Good Ship Lifestyle

118. _ The Standing Still

119. _ Education (part Ii)

120. _ Fight The Alton Bill!

121. _ Happiness Is Just A Chant Away

122. _ The Diggers Song

123. _ A Lament To The Best

124. _ Fitzwilliam

125. _ Leather On Willow, Etc.

126. _ Memories Of Shilts

127. _ The Ballad Of Peoplekind

128. _ A Fairy Tale (real No-shit)

129. _ An Psalm

130. _ Benefits Of The Game

131. _ Groundhopping

132. _ Martini People

133. _ Smalltown

134. _ Spassky Fischer

135. _ Yup And Under

136. _ Hey Hey We're The Junkies

137. _ Knit Your Own Balaclava

138. _ The Rise And Fall And Rise Of Greavsie

139. _ We Support All Forms Of Resistance Against This Racist System (part I)

140. _ Act With Mother

141. _ All The King's Men

142. _ Flesh And Blood And Feelings

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)