unknown

Everybody's telling me to listen up
They're trying to run my life for me
I'm gonna tell i'll tell 'em
Their term's up



(chorus)
They've just given me their
Last orders (x4)



Everyone's in prison or in the army
All sincere, all phoney
Reading all the books, taking in the news
(chorus)



I don't dig their dead-end options
I'm not hurt by their rejections
I'm no sell-out, and they've found out
(chorus)



Everybody's telling me to listen up
They're trying to write my life story
Joke's on them
It's the end of the rap
(chorus)

Walking at night past the closed shop
Behind the counter
Crouched a blue figure
It sang this song
You get five minutes with me
Then i'm off around the world
You get five minutes johnny with me
Then off around the world
Open-plan graves
Blown-over trees
Muted mystics impasse
Glittering beach
Johnny he replied back
With me you struck a pact
Zv day
Five minutes with you
Then you're off around the worlds
Zagreb day

My neophyte
My sweetheart
My liebshen
My librium
My lover
My friends
You get five minutes with me
Then i'm off round the worlds

Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock


Jingle bell sound
Jingle bell tap
Laughing at dancing in jingle bell square
In the frosty air
They are walking with m&s bags
Doing the jingle bell
The jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell rock


Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell sham
Jingle bell rap
Letting your head down in jingle bell style
With a jungle style


Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell's charm
And jingle bell tap


Post office rot in hell
Friday night on oxford street
Walking with green m&s bags
Join them up with old beef and sprouts
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell rock

[mes is the one swearing a lot]

Anyway, this guy goes "fuckin 'ell, you don' 'alf complain for an eleven year old do you?"

Ooooohhhh

-that machine is nice

-fuck off it took me ages to get that, yeah

-i want that machine

-yeah what yeah right,

-clean joke

-wuh

-if i tell a good clean joke, can i have that?

-no you fuckin can't

-i want it, honest

-you can't have it

-there's no vus coming up there at all. is it supposed to have vus on it?

-no, it's not. 's fuckin' my machine, that. keep your hands off it.

-it's your machine. it's a vu-less machine. sure it's recording, mark? better turn the volume up. ok, what d'you call a guy with a spade in his head? doug.

-jesus, that's pathetic.

-what d'you call a guy who's been dead and buried for 30,000 years? pete. (nervous laugh) come on, then, astound me with your wit, mark.

[cut]

-come on, rewind it, let's see what you had to say.

-erm, we've been through this before, haven't we?

-right i'll do it for the tape like all them other bands do, like we've done it once, but the cameras weren't rolling

-nah, i'm thinking of my joke actually.

-so i'm reading frank zappa, right, it's an au- it's a biography by frank zappa

-right [mes totally disinterested]

-and - errrr - it's 1988, i go tup to 1988 and the book is about how many things he released, when he released it

-hrrrrrrghhhhhm

-how many offshoots and all this shit, and all of a sudden i'm realising, errr

-more interested when you were talking about napoleon actually

Right here's the definitive rant
Slates drive me bats
Male slates i bait

Male slates, male slags
Male slates, male slags and apes
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Male slags in creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Kill jokes, join gangs
Male slates, slags slates and apes
And slates brake hard, brake hardly
Break your slates for christ's sake
Male slags, male slates and tapes
Ripoff bands with creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Male slate, male slag
Knocks over your drink and pays for correct amount spilt
Male slags, slags slates and drapes

Male slags, slags slates and apes
Academic male slags
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates, dead publishers sons
Dead publishers sons
In the star cold, nearly old
In the nearly old dead sound of some [petrol] wanker
Commence
Famous apes become great
Male slags, male slags and slates
Male slags

Male slags, slags slates and apes
Let's get on to female slates
Smoke your cigarettes
Make pins out of your whims
Break your balls
Male cunts

Okay mates
Male slates
Okay let's go to the valley of weights
Let's get on to the valley of weights
The valley of weights was a valley where everybody wore weights
And once they had rid of the weights
Once they got rid of the weights they become trite
Trite and uptight
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Male slags, slags slates and tapes

Out of the air sometimes in fitful sleep
Snap right up, lean out of the bed
Pivot your legs, shake your head,
Take an easy breath.



Think how great god's golden assurance is
In set-backs and great success
Got bad dreams through sleep debt
Hold the grip, make a mark on your head,
Your body and legs take a rightful rest
While you're left to hell's dispatches
Grip the mind, kids, close the hatches
Here are some sleep debt snatches....

I lost my temper with a friend
Marked him and treated him with rudeness
And though i tried to make amends
Feel i miss him and walk a dark corridor

Woke up one morning
Doctor buck's letter
Of my own making, i walk a dark corridor of my heart
Hoping one day a door will be ajar
At least so we can recompense
Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship
In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
To what was untrue underneath our parlance

I open the envelope, doctor buck's letter
Re: welfare benefits reports

J. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 days
I got down, i was depressed.
It was doctor buck's letter.

Turn the radio on

Doctor buck's letter
Cheer myself up
Put the radio on, get the magazine out
And read about the

Dresden dolls take one
This is for all you guys who work on industrial estates

Dresden dolls are back in style
With a clockwork walk and a backward smile
Dresden dolls don't hear a sound
They're programmed to jump up and down

Up and down
Round and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

Dresden dolls and nazi boys
Dance arm in arm to formless noise
Up and down
Round and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

On plastic bars they sit and pose
Count their fingers with their toes
They sit and smile and drink and grin
Then they all get up again

Up and down
Round round
Tapping feet to noiseless sound

Dresden dolls are back in style
With a clockwork walk and a backward smile
Up and down
Pound and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

I worked for future salary the nightshift
In spalding street. the respect is worth it.
1.am at the front gate it had just been
Sunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back.
He spoke loud and said come out of there that
Grill on the wall contains a crowd and
That twisted shape you call the laundry
Post reminds me of my origin.
Your criss-crossed fences are avenues.
Paid for by the nhs, you need it more than
The patients for mortgage fees and medical pranks.

But you wont fix my quartz chip
Or repair my broken kind
Kindness borne of mousey brain
Twisted with kin of bitter world
Vicious dreams of ec1
And lapland girls and green purse
With tall and chaste inducements (*?pronounced inductments?*)

The porter went to move the man
And we got back to practice time
But his hands went through the man
He was made up of liquid pitch
His legs two propeller sticks
Crisscrossed fence posts were his eyes
His mouth red like a twisted reich
His mouth like a twisted knife
He wreaked of bleach and hospitals
He wreaked of bleach and hospitals
The porter swears this is true
He wreaked of bleach and hospitals
The porter swears this is true
And drinks too much in his brown and white hut
But the thing clings to the acceptance gate
The thing clings to the acceptance gate
The thing clings to the acceptance gate
The thing clings to the medical acceptance gate
And nobody says he's seen it
It only bounces young mds
We are dedicated to fight disease
To fight disease
Disease
Disease

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.... . . . . . . . . .

Part of the quest, part of the quest to..
Rocky! rocky!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord



My garden is made of stone
I saw an ape thing on the road
Ricky's hump is made of flesh
He has got a pigeon chest.



Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
Esp medium discord



Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just mumble bumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves



Clock it! clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord



Helen duncan* was accused of being a fraudulent medium
They burst into a seance over a over in portsmouth, over a chemists shop
A length of ectoplasm or a suit of cheesecloth
Was grabbed but it got away
The witchcraft act 1735 was used to give her 9 month's jail
The vibrations will live on



Never mind
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord
Step forward, step forward
Get aboard

To make one thing badly instead of eleven
Recession
And pay ourselves the savings from the other ten

J) apologies for the last i
Them blue drugs make the brain go ten to the dozen

Friend
1) he taught me everything
I assume
Rosing it up on the wrong side of the family white trash type
Good in everybody etcetera

2) but there's not many of him about in september now this year

3) notice how his tract peters out

Notice the looks at your ring and watch

Notice the questions about your house

4)

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.

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.

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

The commerce is over
Peace is the plan
I wonder how long will it last
When izzy and bizzy and boney(?) began
We wondered how long they would last


Chuff had a cough
And cold in his snout
Letter


Horror error
Error horror
Horror error
Horror error


Man's prog fanatic
Or as italians say it:


Error orror
Error orror


Please take our free morons
And give us all worship


And with ... shakespeare...


Horror error
Horror error
Horror error


Give them our hybrids
Give us the birds
What they moan on about
The hypocrites could not scare them, son
I will take the shakespeare

Orror orror

Hey! mark riley had a home
In that home he had some lizards
Lizards here, and lizards there,
Lizards and spiders crawling everywhere


He had a manager called khambatta
We've always known him as a bit of a dancer
And we all know him as a pillock


Hey! marc riley!


One day marc riley went awry
See his stone castle by his side
And he saw me coming over the hill
He'll never ruck and fuck again


Ha ha ha ha


See mark riley by the window sill
Wondering what's 'a new face in hell'
Grotesque here and a dragnet there
Grotesque and dragnet
Witch trials everywhere


Hey! marc riley

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...

Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Red cars, blue cars
Payment overdue cars
Cops with indigestion
Billionaires and some bums
How come the city it never sleeps at night
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Short girls, tall girls
Happy that they're all girls
Walking with some nice man
Holding hands and then some
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Good guys, bad guys
Millionaires and show guys
Losers with their hands out
Patients begging breadcrumb
How come the city it never sleeps at night
The city it never sleeps at night

Long night, short night
Big hellos and goodbyes
Dreams of conversation
Not a single ho-hum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


It never sleeps at night

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!

Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Unbrainwash - today
October - gives way - to christmas
January...
Calendar
What gets in the way
It was a very - good - month - last week
What gets in the way
Your mirrors are dissolving today


The last - three weeks -
Were the great month of february
Calendar

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.

I'm hot!
I warn ya
He's out!
Rrrrrrrr-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch
You never knew
I was around
That's why you tried to climb on my back
You step on my toes
And pretend you never knew
But you mess
With this cat
But let me warn you my friend, never do that again

Cause i'm kimble!
The nimble!

I wear very good shoes
But since the midlands mentality
Has decided to do all buildings in upholstery
The people smell (step on my toes!)
A child.. (but let me warn you my friend
I am kimble (never do that again)
The nimble

I'll make ya (for this is kimble)
Tremble (the nimble!)


And
Why are people grudgeful yeah
From the depths of ignorance
To the soul of the mediocre
I am kimble


Ah
I am shocking
So mind your socking (i am kimble)
Take it from me (i'll make ya tremble)


I am shocking
I am kimble
Take it from me

.....

I'm kimble
The nimble!


Don't try and cheat me
Otherwise
... kimble

Noel's chemical effluence


We were going right through the alps
When we picked up this fabulous scent
Of noel's chemical effluence.


Noel's chemical effluence


There was a fuss about the elements
Waiting for the keyboards as ever.
The firmament of it is going out the exit.


Noel's chemical effluence.


There's an inherent disease
Goes with an inbalance of the juices
In the brain that in transit
Causes one to envisage white faces,
As if spiked by mescalin.


Noel's chemcial effluence


And we're going right through the alps
Look what happened at the lodge.
Look what happened at the castle.
Look at the red-purple vomit stream.
From the bed, angled
Right into the bathroom.


On the finger of your banker [bound]
And when all else fails
We can always blow your whistle.


In work, in pleasure, i'll come for you
The abdominizer, in excellence.

Two swans in front of his eyes
Colored balls in front of his eyes
It's number one for his kelly's eye
Treble-six right over his eye



A big shot's voice in his ears
Worlds of silence in his ears
All the numbers account for years
Checks the cards through eyes of tears



Bingo-master's breakout!



All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A light room, which he fills out
Hear the players all shout



Bingo-master's breakout!



A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhyme
One hundred blank faces buy



Bingo-master's breakout!



Came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday in spain fell through
Players put it down to



Bingo-master's breakout



A hall full of cards left unfilled
Ended his life with wine and pills
There's a grave somewhere only partly filled
A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads



Bingo-master's breakout

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!

The leicester yop, tep, instructor
Emerged from corridor
His state-subsidized cannabis haze
Moved reptilian in its all-levelling routine



I said to him
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
Said it's about time you started thinking
About the rerun which is your life
Moveable backdrop



The backdrop shifted and changed



The manchester regiment of the stuarts
Would not tread on your patch
Got nearly down to derby you know
Was stopped by stinking billy
And rode a racing horse which i had liberated
From a tyneside morgue



I said to the men
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
It's about time you started thinking
About the void in your life
A military prison or worse
The backdrop shifted and changed



The semite man's home is full of sperm
And pulled down
His mezuzah was kicked around
As i did it i said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
So did not even know what song it was
What it was



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Until did not even know
When the lot come up
Bomb-hole in our schedule



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Till the reptillian tep instructor merged
With stinking billy's morass of flesh
And the yorkies drifted
1902 metropole
The yorkies [ripley yorks] shifted and drifted
I said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
And this was the fall
Goodnight

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

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 man who's head expanded. knew: a) who stole cafe collection
Box. b) stupid facade behind jurgen. d) who wore a red scarf to
Remind him of his fiancee. e) the love of paris, infects the
Civil service lichen on the north. it was the time of the giant
Moths in the neighborhood of infinity.



I used to have this thing about link wray. i used to play him
Every saturday. god bless saturday! god bless saturday!
We are the fall! in the neighborhood of infinity!



It was the time of the giant moths.
It happens. it happens. instincts lost. it happens. lost
Through purple blossoms. it happens. the desire will turn rotten.



We are the fall! in the neighborhood of infinity!

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

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.

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

I'm an old road-hog
I drove a big truck
Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck.
If oceans was whiskey and i was a dove
I'd dive into it and never come up.
I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines
Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines.



Last time i called my wife on the phone,
The first thing she said was "john, can you come home?
I got a lot of lodgers and they've got to go."
I said "i'll see you when i get back from the depot."



She said "john, you know i love you, i wish you wouldn't go
Send your babies some money. they're hungry and cold."
The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was
"john you gave up my loving to drive an old truck."



I made my trip up to the depot
I was gone two months cause i shot up my dough
When i got home my family was gone
The best friend i had rung my telephone.
He said "john, i guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife...
Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life."
I've lost all my friends, can't sleep for bad dreams
I dream about a old truck and a pinball machine.



I never will forget the last words that old man said:
"oh lord, if i could live my life over,"
And then he fell dead, the victim of an old truck.



He was a clean-cut young man at the age of nineteen,
But now he's in his grave,
The victim of an old truck
And a pinball machine.

Had a birthday yesterday, she cried
Took off her glasses, let her hair down and sighed
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

Took the invitations to her friends
They were too busy, doing other things
Told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

She took the decorations from the wall
It was the ladder loose that made her fall
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

Shout!

Here's a dance that is pure hell
Enter at your peril
Take five dead beat steps
Do a stroll
Act like you just got outta jail
You must be repellant
Dance dead beat descendant


Dead beat descendant
Shout!


Come back here
Come back here

Turn left shout and shout come back here
Then hot-tail it right outta there
You are now descendant
You are a now descendant

Dead beat descendant
Shout!

Make out your head is in a bell
And you got a man on your trail
And you are descendent, of a vicious criminal

Dead beat descendant's
Dawn!
Dawn!
Dawn!