Totale's T

My face is slack
And the kidneys burn
In the small of my back
Will never learn
Well i'm not going back
To the slow life
Cos every step is a drag
And peace is a kite
Of materials you never catch
Come up for a snatch
Up from hell
Once in a while

Cause i am jack
From a burning ring
My face is slack
And i think think think
I just think think think
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
Just burn burn burn

I sat and drank
For three decades
I'm 45
Cause i am jack
From a burning ring
And my face is slack
And i think think think
I just drink drink drink
Too fast to write
Too fast to work
I just burn burn burn

A store man from the slack
They are smart
They are [mod]
Their brains are half
They never end
Just follow trends

But i am jack ...

And put down left-wing tirades
And the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade

Cause i am jack
From the burning ring
My face is slack
And i think think think
Just think think think
Too fast to work
Too fast to write
I just burn burn burn

And put down left-wing tirades
And the musical trades
And all free trade
I said eat this grenade
I said doncaster eat this grenade

[spoken/announced] last orders half past ten

This is a groovy number ah!
Rowche rumble
Is valium
Valium
Valium
Rowche rumble
I said rumble

Loads of wives around the world
Are given them by doctors, who think they're little girls
The doctors need prescriptions
The wives need their pills
So rowche rumble

Menopause wives are hard to handle
No culture or love, no gambles
The [dull] manage, especially smashed
On rowche rumble
Rowche rumble

Physician, heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourself?
The promoter is a jerk
The promoter is a jerk

Our government's built on expense accounts
Once in, never out
A step to rowche
Force feeding
What are the people around you taking?
Rowche rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?

Now i've tried crazy things
Abusing my body to a quick end
But i'll never never never never do it again
I said i'll never never never never do it again
Rowche rumble

Musician, heal thyself.

Loads of people across the land
Do a prescribed death dance
While condemning speed and grass
They got an addiction like a hole in the ass
For rowche rumble
Rowche rumble

Physician heal thyself
Why don't you heal yourselves?
Rowche rumble

I send 70 pounds instead of 70 p to
Pharmaceutical company rowche ag
The lorry arrived the next day
Swiss gnomes dealing out potions
They're gonna kick your liver in
You gotta treat it like a bin
Beer and speed is okay
But the full use of your body isn't

Rowche rumble
It's valium
Said rumble

Hail the new puritan
Maelstrom, cook one

And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline

New puritan

This is the grim reefer
The snap at the end of the straw
With a high grim quota
Your star karma gin

New puritan

In la the window opener switch
Is like a dinosaur cackle
A pterodactyl cackle
Jet plane circle
Over imported trees
All the film ghosts will rise up
With the sexually abused and the new youth

In britain the scream of electric pumps in a renovated pub
Your stomach swells up before you get drunk
Don't call me peter i can't go
Salem's just up the road
I've got work to do

Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel-cum-coven-cum-oven

[spoken] (right you go back to that riff)

Hail the new puritan
Out of hovel, cum-coven, cum-oven

And all hard-core fiends
Will die by me
And all decadent sins
Will reap discipline

New puritan

I curse your preoccupation
With your record collection
New puritan has no time
It's only music, john

New puritan

Ungodly mass
Thick ass

No christmas for john quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what

Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no christmas for junky

He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world

Ah but buying fags
Puts him in a whirl

I'll have a packet of three-five fives
Will you fucking put the monitors on for christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 no.6 for a headache
And i've had enough right there, stop

(why is this)
Ah ah ah ah ah

He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about frankie lymon

Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?

Why did the sky break today?
Why did this happen today?

He goes out of his face with the idle race
He goes out of the room with this tune

Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in

I'll stay in
I'll stay in
Have a break

You
Me
X-mas
X-mas

Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no christmas for junky
There is no girls
There is no curls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off?

Give me one
Give me b
Give me three
Give me d

No x-mas for john quays

[spoken to audience] we're not doing that one either

Get that spot
Put it in the pot for me
Cos i'm muzorewi's daughter

I was muzorewi's daughter
I've been in the pot too long
Too hot in the pot too long
I'm muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[got two laws love]
I'm muzorewi's daughter

Left wing hot properties
Out of the closet and sheet
She was

Muzorewi's daughter [x4]

The trees are reeds with evil seeds for me
Cos i'm muzorewi's daughter
African [call love]
[get two laws love]

I'm too long in the pot
I'm too long in the mouth
I'm too long in the mitts
I'm too long in the tits
I'm muzorewi's daughter