unknown

I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under
I'm monolithic, and the black ice on the corner


Hiss...hiss...hiss


As all is as one, as all damp on all stone
I hold all time and can induce at once
Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms
Misread easter island, put butter on plague style
Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid
And alter tree-rings so that what you are after
You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber
And make you imagine from hunger
Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter
Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger


History of the...


I place minute dust in your microchip vessels
For daring to think all science is immortal
I am the one who'll strike you down at once
For stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what is
Can be maladjusted. a rigid adoption
Of codes you had concocted
I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
And show you all hideous microscope thingies
And hovis set-up in london's psoriasis

Stockings, jokings, 1780's


History of the wo...


I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under


History of the world

The man who's head expanded.



The man whose head expanded was corrupted by mr. sociological
Memory. was corrupted by mr. sociological memory man.
Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money.



The man whose head expanded.
Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like hick wap huh?
Over. over. over. over.



The man who's head expanded.



The soap opera writer, would follow him around
And use his jewels for t.v. prime time.
The man who's head expanded.


Turn that bloody blimey space invader off!


The man who's head expanded explained:
The scriptwriter would follow him around,
Of this he was convinced. it was no coincidence.
The lager seemed poisoned.
It was no matter of small consequence. no little pub incidence.
A red faced post- 'jolly grapes' would steal his jewels, and put
Them in the mouths of vic. actor fools.
Of this he was convinced.



Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like a load of mick wap ha?
Over. over. over. over.



The man whose head expanded. the man whose head expanded.



Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack!
Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack! crack! crack!



The man who's head expanded. come on with the heraldry.
Add misinterpretation, prerogative.
John kennedy's pulmanesque explained. [pub-asp slyness]



The man who's head diminished. the man who's head
Diminished. sounds like my head, trying to unravel this lot,
I can tell you sparky!

[mig 20 crack]

Zandra
C'mon c'mon c'mon just pack it in


Zandra
Give it up zandra
Everybody you love
Is covered in loot


The world is [old nick/monodic]
It is not your oyster
You cannot collate it
So give up that [dope/dumb] shit


Hello zandra
From the planet redundra


I'm stressed out
I'm talked out

His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche is in the hearth



Has a sneer which was weird
Some time ago
Heard kraftwerk in '81
Has a wasp synthesizer



A real male, make-up as well
Sophisticate
Wasp synthesizer
Didn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dream girl sings adverts for renoir perfume
A fancied wit that's mere imitation of d. bowie
In "man who fell to earth"



Whose causes and rags were phoenix-like
They were vaudevillian-like
They were comfort blanket-type
Do-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Photo impact



He had a weak pisser
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw "man who fell to earth" "history of the world"
"man who fell to earth" "history of the world, part one"
Twice each at least twice each at least twice each



Mere pseud mag editor's father

(ludd gang, ludd gang..)
Ports, jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang

The housing association
The macdonald's seat
Have prefixed him "frustration"
I'll stick with the gang of one

I'll make a stand with the ludd gang

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's the quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

I hate the guts of shakin' stevens
For what he has done
The massacre of "blue christmas"
On him i'd like to land one on

But i'll stick with the gang of one
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's a quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

The housing association foiled the reign of the rain
For this, macdonald is truly grateful

Cab driver asks why i'm not
At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok)

Whats, jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang

Serial killers were always a bore in my book
Along with retired in winnebagos
Coming up behind ya
At the next kerb
Eye reflections in the rear view mirror
And before the grub comes a moralist


Passable
Passable


Right behind ya
Kids in pubs
Breast fed


And if i ever end up like ian mcshane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if i ever end up like bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife


Ah! passable!
A past gone mad! x 2


Comin up right behind ya
The lovejoy roadshow
Passable


And if i ever end up like judy collins
Cut my throat with a garden rake
And if i ever end up like u2
Cut my throat with a kitchen tool


Passable
A past gone mad!


Spangles and soccer books
A load of old boring shit

A past gone mad
Marble stone
A past gone mad
Passable!

North soul boy flunked music college
Northwest boy instrument was compulsory
Wigan soul boy is up on rare disk knowledge
Married soul man is a reformed character
Shadow of the man
It must have been the grammes
Known as a mouse now
And always asks the time
Still a soul boy and hates the midnight runners
To this boy wigan oration is kid's stuff
He's not a rough boy, but buanned from every pub
Was a piss-up freak till he lost his nerve
You can't give all to soul and never get it back
Catch the bus boy
And run to your wife
And run to your wife

Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet
Nowhere to go
Won't let us in the shows



'cos we talk about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking 'bout love
And the psycho-mafia



No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won't let us in the pubs
And the city joys



Going on about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
And the psycho-mafia



Psycho-mafia
Psycho-mafia
'cho mafia
'cho mafia



Spitting on the streets
Shot heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead



Going on about drugs
Psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-mafia

All that is gone is shredded by the auto-man
The glass ceiling it did shake and then it did undulate
Don't take the pizza off me
Slumber i told yer


Don't take the pizza off me


Birmingham nonsense from city there once was bronze
Qed each day
Qed is quid each day


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't take it...


Your brain splits each day from information anxiety
From me pinch i cringe
You dopey randy acid clone


Don't take the pizza off me


Slash fat cats
See vamp watch out
Get rid of straight away


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't pick up mind track

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
Hey there fuckface!!
Hey there fuckface!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, i had to go there
Where it is i can't remember,
But now i can remember...now i can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a !
Kill it!
Kill it a !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the
Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!
Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I k n o w i t m e a n s a l o t o f s t o m a c h g a ssssss
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .

Laughing now?
You happy now?

As the senile morons who run klf [flats/blast]
Klf [flats/blast] in their brains

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

But you will not appreciate anything on your life
Until your life veers straight to the cross
Full autobiograph self-pity crap

Searching now, you happy now x4

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

They shall be filled with grit, curry and karoke *

We are do-nowts
We are do-nowts

Happy now?

You happy now x3

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

Smell, clogged up the trains
We are not adults
We are crusty mystics

Laughing now?
You happy now?
Laughing now?
You happy now?

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

Dear gormless, go about your business
A nightmarish scheme of horrendous proportions

I, as the producer, think the dark crystal moon looked blue faced into my snatch

I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"*



Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential dj
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How i wrote "elastic man"



His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug



I'm living a fake
People say, "you are entitled to and great."
But i haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and i'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How i wrote "elastic man"



His last work was "space mystery" in the daily mail,
An article in leather thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So i'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"

You cannot legislate against wrongful encouagement


You'll hear my words
On the winds 'cross the sand
If you should return
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

First without hope was our love
Then i saw it was lost from the start
It was the jewel that was nestling in the heart of xanadu

And the footprints leave their traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo to the sky as if to show
Our love was for a day
And soon to pass away in xanadu
In xanadu
On holiday


In xanadu, in xanadu, in xanadu


What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love?
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with pain and grief?
Did you ever give yourself to one man in this whole wide world?
You left me but you will find your way back
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

You'll hear my voice cross the winds on the sand
If you should return
To xanadu, to xanadu, to xanadu
To xanadu

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.



Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some hovering.
Here is a list of incorrect things.



Hovered mid-air outside a study.
An academic needed his chin,
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.



Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.



The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. can turn time into space.



Ended up under ardwick bridge.
With some veterans from the u.s. civil war.
They were under irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
But i got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.



But, when i got back.
The place i made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.



Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.



So now i sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.



Wings x 17.

Fat conference women
Clap return of glass house
And the arabs have it made
Oil is women in veils, eyes glazed



Second dark age. death of the usa.
Return of the family.
The scooter cabbages


And the commune crapheads sit and whine
While the common near my birthplace is now a police college



It's a second dark age.
No psalm sunday or any day.
The city is dead.
Bust. ghost-dance rite. tepid



I could join a pray-peace group
Spy in norway
Cause groups can change the world
And meet ms. fjord and benny.*
"hi i am benny.
Go where the brave prance
No czechoslovak food queues are a party, fool

A mediocre anti-jew
And single people are screwed
In the second dark age



I am roman totale, 17,
The bastard offspring
Of charles i and the great god pan.

Heeeey! hey! hey! hey!

Well everyone you meet,
In the pubs and on the street
Is touch sensitive.

Don't frown and you're a creep
If you smile you're a liar
If you don't say "it's bitter cold"
You're drunken, too.

{hey! hey! hey! hey! .... hey! hey! hey! hey!}

They say what about the money?
But i think that i'm industry [in the street?]
I think they've got a bloody cheeck.
I'm livin' in a pawnshop weekly
[in delia's]
What don't want a little kip

Yeah!

{they're touch sensitive.}

{hey! hey! hey! hey!)

Touch sensitive
Old people worry about the milk
But in the street they call you filth.


Houses line up
Volume tremors
Pass down your barber till your carrot speaks
Stand back and laugh.
You are burstin' for a pee


So you go behind a tree
Two coppers followed safe
That as will be the end
The best thing is to stay home
And have a wank.

These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
From a pleasing mug
From a pleasing pan
Every now and then i would like to try something like this
It is the modicum of my career
[i would like at the bottom of my..]



These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
[middle right or to the left
I have tears i shed tears
And i am here to enable everybody..]
The whole world is large, and whatever it is
The whole trend is effective
Whether middle, right or to the left
I have tears, i shed fears, i have tears, i have fears
And i am here to enable everybody to say yes, no
Or i don't know even
Like leicester polytechnic
Is scheisse, is scheisse



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of dead direction
[clubs for the storks
The vision is top of the clubs
Paddy mcginty's goat]
I would like deep down
At the bottom of my odour, lingering, my heart and soul
To see the government wrecked
And my lps roll
[the government's right and my lps wrong]



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of complete disorientation
Think of him i was in a fix
But i show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predic.
But i'll worm worm right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



Day will come and it won't be long
When the roof of my mouth sticks to the tip of my tongue
I'm the head wrangler



The trials drawn out and long
When the cell door slams i won't be the one
I'm the head wrangler



I'm proud of the way i've avoided prison
If we carry on like this we're gonna end up like king crimson
I'm the head wrangler



To please is a curse, and worse
At parties i'm bitter
Get presented
Am bitter - a civilian policeman
Five smiles - i'm bitter
Get presented
With the pence, the reckless pence
Go to aid halifax copter
To please is the curse and nurse
To please is the curse at worst
I'm the head wrangler



Think of him i was in a fix
But i'll show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predicament
But i'll worm my way right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



These are the words of dead direction



Wrap it up.

I'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Can't you see? a butterfly stomach round ground. i drank
A jar of coffee, and i took some of these.



And i'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes.
If i were a communist, a rich man would bale me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light.
Another fresh fight.
Another row, right, right, right, right.



And i'm totally wired. jjjust totally wired. i'm
Totally biased. totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired.
You don't have to be an american brand.
You don't have to be strange to be strangled.
You don't have to be weird to be wrangled.



But i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. i'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree. my heart and i agree.
I'm irate, peeved, irate, peeved,
Irate, bad state. bad state.



Cos i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. totally wired. and i'm always worried. and i'm always
Worried. and i'm always worried. and i'm always worried.

It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink



At three a.m.
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones



It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing



Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns



Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Portaloos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New jersey car parks permeated by
D. bowie sound-alikes



It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country



Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country



Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
Small up town americas like your outskirt town



The villagers
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country

I cannot account for this village bug. smoke hangs like cloud of slugs.

Gossip spreads. in institution domain. but outside, what could mean much?

Otside (sic). this would make a universal mug. so, i prefer village bug, very much.

Saw six men
Under a tall tower
Break it to him
Like i'm breakin it to you, gently
The nice people
Will remind you, oh yeah
Kicking, white, cheerleader
When the tired cheerleader



Lucifer over lancashire



The black birds
Shake the hedges
On this the hottest day for ages
Was that monsoon
Doctor doctor [hid/hit] the needle
Can be discounted
No longer



Lucifer over lancashire



I tell you no lies
Completely blind
Are the sentinel's eyes
At the back of his mind
This demon is hip
The demon's grip
He took over everywhere
And his blitz
Now over here
And the sky moves on
His cock-eyed moon
A useless priest
{under your] power
Now i'm just flyin
I'm flyin
I'm typin
I'm shinin
I'm winnin
I got this on
I'm a runnin shark
I'm winnin
I'm shinin...

1. it's up to you [...]
Right rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back to xanadu in ireland.

2. you hang around with camera crews in shell suits. you lecture on sweets and propose salad. you are coming round to viz comic. you also make all history and related topics thematic.

3. you are operation mindfuck on the children of this land.

4, you are a slowcoach of the first water.

5. you will probably cut my income by one third.

6. you are working now researching a video project.

7. you, in a flash of intuitive brilliance, have garnered that many people are unemployed.

8. you hog the bathroom and never put your hand in your pocket.

9, you post out sixty page computer printouts on the end of the earth's days and forests.

10. all the above will come back to you in purgatory and confirm you as a damn pest.

Me. dictum. he focus.. he focuses his clever dick mentality on himself.

A. he looks at july roses yet does not have the mentality to cut them himself.

B. he was stuck like a little pig on castle lawns and said "look at what's happened to my leg".

C. he has thoughts, crap, blake-like, like "while they sleep i'll plot to shaft the bastards in their cot through gradualment and c bit by bit"

Bill grundy's intro:

I have never seen five thousand yobbos in my life
I promise you i'm only going to speak to you now
For a few seconds
But a bit later i'm going to tell you
About how i made the fortune of punk rock
Since i think that music starts with johann sebastian bach
And ends with franz schubert
You're going to have to listen a bit later
About my interview on television
The first they'd ever had
Bad language
See you later
Enjoy yourselves

Hands up, i can't do that
Wait till tomorrow
Pretends to think a lot
Not user friendly



So when we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable


But i'm entitled
Entitled


Why can you not relax
When i'm behind you?
I don't make passes from the back
Is it something usual?



To be so entitled
Entitled


Remember with this photograph
Take care of photograph
Drowned in plastic
You've got good reason to laugh



Give up, i can't do that
Wait until tomorrow
My reputation's in tatters
Where does that leave you?



Disentitled.

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories
Leave a bitter taste
I need a good brainwash agent
To cut out this present shout of:

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

That's why you eat crap food
That's why nobody talks to you
That's why you messed up everything you do

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?
Look know
Look

He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club
And she has the general policy of not being seen dead in a pub
Straight-leg jeans when she goes out
There's a microbe attached to their brains that itches
And gives a morning shout

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories leave a bitter taste
I got a prison in me
Our bodies weren't made for times like these
I always have a wash
And that's enough

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

You gotta know what you look like nowadays
Before you go out
Or some existential crap will write about you
They say don't drink alcohol!
You gotta know what you look like, oh!
Before you go out
Know, look, look

But i say get it down yer neck
Ein beer
And i will you and you attack attack
Pure satre food
Catchment club

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

With all the fashions you filched off faggots
With all the fashions you filched off faggots

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

Here's health!

Unfortunately i'm coming from a bad end
And i'm destined for a bad end


But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
Blood outta stone


You're history
You've quit existation
You're green grub


And if i had any guts
I'd turn those money tables up
You dis-corporate bore
You make me tired to the bone


Cos getting things outta you....


When all your friends have dissolved
And you're yakking on the phone
You're techno-grounded
You're blood outta stone
Might appear deranged
But you're blood outta stone
You're mutton dressed as lamb
Cos you're blood outta stone
At least i've got an aim, chick
Blood outta stone
But i'm working to an aim

It's stifled
It's jealousy
Plots behind my back
Are all in it
Cloud of black
Cloud of black

North west territories
Wake up pressurised
Every day
In low lying lands

The sight every day
Is cloud of grey
(take me back to the old east baby)
For silver eyes
(cloud of grey)
Lasering my back
Cloud of black
Wake up mesmerised
(crumbling in the skies)
Wake up mesmerised
Crumbling in the skies
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of grey
See a cloud of black
Cloud of white
Cloud of white
And i'll have it in a cold glass please
And not a red hot one
Cloud is gone
Cloud is gone
Cloud of black
Cloud of black

Hot aftershave bop
Canisters from orange box
Bop aftershave shock
Courtesy orange box
Hey diggy diggety dog
Hot aftershave bop
Furniture defrost
Bop aftershave hot
Hot aftershave bop

Hey stranger i love you a lot
Hey baby i love you a lot
But here is us moaning
Digging in our pocket again
Are these your english friends?
Fill the blender to the top again
Hot aftershave bop
Hot spirit shave slop
Bop aftershave hot

Here is us moaning
Digging in our pockets again
Any man or anything
Laid flat by shave shock
Bop aftershave hot
Hot aftershave bop

When the off license asks
I've been 2 months
Checks the crack
On their forehead
Should comb a hair
Over that



And these czech shoes
Are a bloody reminder
And this town
Is not much different
The clothes, the stooped appearance



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



I still remember
The white leafy border
The scheiss in winter



Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant



There's a song she had before
Borough town
That had the snappy rejoinder



Who's there?
What's wrong?
Clear off!

I'm totally wired.
Can't you see?
I'm totally wired.



Can't you see?
My butterfly stomach
Growls growls
I drank a jar of coffee
Then i took some of these



And now i'm totally wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes
And i was a communist
A rich man would bail me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row
Right right right right



And i'm totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an american to be strange
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird.



I'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree.



I'm always worried.

Good man, lend a hand
Help me to deal with some scum
Who are only in their late teens
But i hate their existence
They think 3 on 1
A normal thing
Network 7 encouraged them
But tonight they picked the wrong man


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence
Spreads

[extra verse on peel session:

Number one squat with grey turnup jeans
Stuck up white hairstyle
Obviously sheep shag mill town
Squid lord revenge
Just his intelligence vast]


The second one is a streak of piss
Leave me alone with him
His blindness will be fun
But it won't make a difference


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His intelligence


The third one stood behind
Held my arms
But in the hospital
His bed will be in a draught
A geriatric germ-well
I curse his family and wish them poor
But he'll have time to dwell
On squid revenge, cooped-up
In 3 months of pure hell


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His tentacles
Spread


Good man, lend a hand
Help me clear this mess
Give me back the law it took from my life
Give me back the pride of my class
This scum are just a morass


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence

Well i've never had a car
Never been near a lorry
Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose
My codename's happy harry
I'm into cb



I've had loads of jobs
For very minute lolly
Creation schemes
So i suppose i was lucky
And the money it took
To buy a cb set
Took lines off my belly
My codename's cedar plank
I'm into cb
I'm into cb



At 16 i drank cheap sherry
Got plastered in the stations and swing parks
Off my mother i stole some money
Had a treat with a bottle of martini
So sick i couldn't walk or sit
Since then i've not touched it
I won't bore you with tales of being greedy
I'm just into cb
I'm into cb



My family's a weird lot
My stepsister's got a horrible growth
Listens to all this muzak shit
Reads smash hits while she's eating her tea
To me it sounds like bad cb



My father's not bad really
He got me these wires and bits
Apart from that he talks to me hardly
I'm just into cb



This is happy harry plank
From the land of waving palms
Calling out to cedar plank
477 cc
There's no code 13
In the home of chocolate city
I'm having trouble with the terminology
But i'm into cb



I've got this letter before me
It's buff with a confidential seal
I'd better open it
It's a fine and a formal threat
I should of listened to new face in hell
The date expired last week
Up here i forget what time it is
It says you're going to go when you go
Or else you're for it boy
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next mail you get will be mail in jail
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next year mail in jail
It that's what you get for having a hobby
Next time i'm out i'll join a riot
That's the last you'll hear for me
I'll keep clear of cb
Keep clear of cb

I used to believe everything i read (x3)
But that's all changed and now i'm stepping out
That's all changed and now i'm
Stepping out (x3)



I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out
I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



I used to stay on my feet all 24 hours
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out
The light'd be on 24 hours
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



So people get ready, strip down your houses
Cause i'm stepping out, stepping out
So people get ready, strip down your houses
Cause i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



I used to believe everything i read (x3)
But that's all changed 'cause now i'm stepping out
That's all changed cause now i'm
Stepping out (x3)



Stepping out (x4)

The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.
The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.
The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood
Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!
Mark'll sink us.



A message mesmerized, on all english breath,
The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood.
Mark'll sink us.



I am desolate. i live the black and blue of the night.
Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon.
It points backwards thus:
Mark'll sink us.

Conversation with ham a. circa: post house motel.



Australians in europe x 6
Never ever breathe
Australians in europe
Get a whiff of air and helium to breathe.*
Australians in europe x 2
Higher! australians in europe x 3



Think.
Why did the great grandad leave?
Australians in europe never see.
He was consigned to a boat, after using a huge great cleaver.



Australians in europe x 4 never ever.......................
B.r.e.a.t.h.e.
Australians your biggest things rejected,
I have ever seen.
Because the boys use a map and they live in berlin.
Your like a pair of dogs loose in mcgregor's kiln,
You know shit.
Australians in europe x 5
Wake up and suss the scene.
You'd better leave them parents, and try hamburg to berlin.
Your just a bloody twister, so who do you think your foolin.
Australians in europe

Aborteum.
I said luciani
The future's here today
I said hey luciani
Pope of three three days



They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had no time for your christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani



Hey luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said hey luciani
Meet the church, bank, s.a.**



They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay



Hey luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said hey luciani
A polish son of hell



You were the first john paul i
How is it your 'christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The tv snow-storm on top,
The brass holy grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani



And all the cowls are black
On an inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani

And note of your own choice, boys and girls

Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies
You got energy vampires
More hands on the tranquillisers

An unholy alliance
And jokes about faith
Give me another drink
You're as strong as your weakest link

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
A mess of our radio

I remember the times
This was a beginning
Of a permissive new age
But it's the same old cabbage

A mess of my age
A mess of our race
A mess of our our our our

[megaphone bit]

I don't look at myself
I have no health
Take no notice of me
I probably work for a record company

A mess of our age
A mess of my taste
A mess of our nervous systems

Cowering mockers
The company money's ran out
To longer hot properties
Get back in their closets

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
Fill the rest in yourself

Hey-ahmmmmmm!
Hup!
Dictum:
Shout! wey! [etc.]
Convicts are out
And the security are in
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Mob equals roam
Ring your answer
Dry hump
Clip clop
Appliances are broken
Nobody around to fix them
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Myself in

[etc.]

A round of lilac proposed coloured droplets
And sweet molasses
Droplets
Spacebag
Jet-lag