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

Come on baby, let's do the revolution
Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt
A picture of the band
And a ticket for the promised land
Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here's the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut
Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land
Come on baby, let's do the revolution
They say we'll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll
Roadie! my guitar!

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!

Well, in beginning was the turd...
Does god go to the toilet?
Does god go to the toilet?
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know...
Yeah

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

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

Mummy, mummy, mummy
I got a pain i got a pain in my tummy and it's hurting me
I'm well and truly shatted by it all stained and scarred
And brutalized just by day to day living
But the comic tragic magic is i'm not dead yet
I'm not full submerged, i still got some life in me yet
For my mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i'm gonna stand by her
Course the world was in a mess when i stuck my head out
It's still in a mess, but i can see for myself now
Soz i've got to dash, i've got to get my shit together
Keep things moving and make myself useful
For my mummy, mummy, mummy, my mummy, mummy
My mummy, mummy, mummy earth, i hear her calling me

Come out of our corners
Keep moving, keep changing, start working together
We can change this world by changing ourselves
Make our hands one hand
Resist and realize
We are not isolated by distance
But by the fear of the consequences of honesty
Too scared to look inside ourselves
But eager to change the world
Never breaking the silence between you and me
We talk of universal peace
Whilst we fight internal wars
Ireland, el salvador, battles to win
But the real revolution starts within
All of our differences deep and wide
Are the differences that we build inside
(repeat as round)
And whilst we keep that space between us all
They keep invading and they keep control

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

Chap. de terre... make the fighting... six...
Nadzeroon el babo
Last of the wizards
Living in his last retreat
Living in the retreating rain forests of
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
If we are to believe the forestry corporation
Nadzeroon was your typical pessimistic stick
Stuck in mud
Wood a piece of
Give his opinion
Mind, when you asked
'listen, peep. i'm not your wizard. your wizards, magicians, and kings live out there--bank managers, bureaucrats, and generals. look around you, see what they do to the forest. we have ourselves, peep, and each other, and that's all. this earth belongs to us as to everyone, and it's up to us to stand our ground like the giant mahogany, where our roots draw most strength. the forest needs me, peep, i cannot come with you. return to scare city, and there you will find the moneylith where man and his kind worships. only you can know what to do. share your knowledge, you'll find a way. peoplekind be with you. farewell.'

By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east
And meanwhile, they're carving up the land
The anglo-american military have taken full command
It's keeping us fed we're consuming it all
Fat on its culture and military control
Preparing for war bit by bit
Whilst we're watching its telly and eating its shit
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out for central america
They've got it all worked out for ireland
By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent
Born in the shadow of the usa
Taught the fundamental bullshit every day
Force fed on a diet of great british lies
Media distortions censor our minds
Passive spectators of royalty
Too diverted to care if we're free
Ici, bp, thorn emi
Red, white, and blue logos, british pride
With a big mac in one hand and a coke at our sides
We've accepted their culture and swallowed their lies
They've put up more fences, watched us and spied
And cleverly told us they've got nothing to hide
For too long we've watched them preparing for battle
But the fightback is started little by little
Kicking at the midst of passive defense
Refusing cruise means tearing down fences
At greenham and molesworth, fences you can see
But then there's all the barriers that are built around me
Political, economic, cultural, social
And people who live in glass houses
Shouldn't encourage others to throw stones
Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect
And colonel sanders, you're next

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

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!

Too many crap programs
With too many adverts
Too much matthew engel bullshit
And not enough dirt
Media and programs
All dull and mundane
How to fill up space
When you've nothing left to say
So rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Oh, rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Fingerpost! terrace talk! wise men say!
Elmsie ender! the absolute game!
Not the view! off the ball! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when sunday comes
Kick up the r's! northern light! city gent!
Voice of the valley! the crooked spirite!
Eagle eye! and the pie! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when saturday comes

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!

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...

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

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.

Never good enough to win the race
He was always asked to make the pace
Speeding off then left behind
To watch someone else win the golden mile
Tired of always being forgotten
Whilst others got the glory
He decided to set out one day
And run himself into history
So next race in he set the pace
Then carried on and on
Have you heard the one about the pacemaker?
He won!

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

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.'

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

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

British champion for fifty years
Easily beats all his challengers
Bored of always being the best
He'd rather be like all the rest
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches
Now with pressure from above
He was forced to carry on
"you're the best, don't you want to win?"
To which he replied with a cheeky grin
"i'm bored of always being the best
I'd rather be like all the rest!"
Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun
He loses a game now and then
He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure
Without the competition, without the pressure
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches

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.

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

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

But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the telly
Every day
We give our heroes license to kill in reality
Just like on tv
And we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girls
Treats them as property
A pile of shit we don't see it, though we watch it on telly
Every day
That's an electrode in our front rooms a house plant
Pumping in signals
Only five feet from being an implant
Pumping in signals
How often do we leave it switched on?
Channel s.h.1.t.
How often do we sit there switched off?
Staring at it blindly?
Jane's dad closed the book
'not another peep out of you tonight,' he whispered
'it's not fair,' thought jane, 'why's it always the boys who get to do the exciting things?'

All through the game he shouts at his mates
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there's more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, "let's talk about us"
He's silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball's in his court, but he don't know how to play

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.

You can't trust anyone nowadays
(repeat)
Brown shirts don't make it
(repeat)
I'm not so brave and i'm not too crazy
And i'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies
Never rocked the boat, never tipped the scales
Never got off the fence, never had that much to say
So when i get a leather glove across my face
I say 'yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir'
And when the nazis stop me
Shouting 'get out your pass book'
I say 'yes sir, yes sir'
I don't trust to luck
Who'd adam and eve it
They're rationing clothes
And where they find a molehill a mountain grows
So please, no pictures 'cause the snap you took
They'll take it as a sign
Jesus h christ--just my luck
You can't trust anyone nowadays
You can't trust anyone nowadays
I'd stay at home and sit it out
But in a dirty world you need a launderette
Two short minutes
I look the other way
Some bastard robbed me blind
You can't trust anyone nowadays

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!

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

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

This is the good ship lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship
I elect me the captain
This is the loneliest voyage
I've ever been on
Up in the crow's nest
Over there! i see land!
First mate? there is no first mate
This is the good ship lifestyle
(chorus)
Sail away from the world
Sail away from the world
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little empire
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
Tv dinners for one
At the captain's table
Repel all boarders
Draw the curtains tighter
Where's the crew? there is no crew
This is the good ship lifestyle
(repeat chorus)

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

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)

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.

Another sunday match again
Another merseyside clash again
It's the 36th this season
By my calculations
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
For the character and determination
In the face of bankruptcy
For the passion and dedication
Despite the threat of the vauxhall league
And the stands may be empty
And the bank account too
But there's something in my stomach
Says they'll always pull through
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground

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

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)

We support all forms of resistance against this racist system

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
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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

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

"so, greavsie, well, what about the black lads gettin' bananas thrown at em?"
"well, it seems a bit unfortunate, i mean, uh, uh"
Sitting on the bench, he starts another drink
Drowning his sorrows watching geoff hurst's hat-trick
The pressures of success led him to the bottle
Now famous for his drinking, when once it was his football
Now a tv personality, i see him every week
If only he was as clever with his mouth
As he was with his feet
"the songs about critical, what you think about that"
"i'm not saying, i mean, it seems a bit unfair on me, i mean i've only had me breakfast"
"ah ha ha, you'll be the death of my, greavsie"

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

For someone to drop that bomb
Somebody else must do research for to enable the design of such deadly bombs
Somebody else must invest in manufacturing all those dirty fucking stinking bombs
Somebody else must obey without question the instructions to construct that dirty bomb
Somebody else must transport it, take the bomb from, from the factory to the market place
Somebody else must engender filthy attitudes which make making bombs acceptable
Somebody else must go to work to, to pay income tax so that governments can afford to buy bombs
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and for who
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and to whom
Give and take, give up your job, take some time today
Because the world needs you

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!

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

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

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

Most of us who have watched the scenes on television have only the highest praise for the police. they indeed have kept the right of miners to go to work open, and they've done it marvelously. t
Lice have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. our institutions of justice, the courts, and the police, require the unswerving support of every law-abiding citizen. i think it totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... to cast a slur on the police and the superb way in which they have handled this dispute. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. if there are individual complaints about policemen, there's a well-established machinery to pursue them, and that is why british justice is renowned across the world. it seems that there are some who are out to destroy any properly elected government--they are out to br
Ing down the framework of law. that is what we have seen in this strike.

We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe
We spend all of our time on your talk shows
We put the stickers on your record sleeves

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