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1. |
Trouble
03:59
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There's gonna be trouble
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2. |
Retaliation
03:50
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This ain't no place for sweet-tempered voices
Don't hold back don't go with the punches
After a good old kick in the feelings
My heart still beats like a militant drum
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
A forearm smash on the flesh of disappointment
Wrestling with the flab of my bubbling resentment
Up all night knitting balaclavas
My loyalty to batman still intact
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
A rush of blood on an open mic
Up against tanks on a broken bike
Pumped up After the halftime speech
There's an army inside me
No retreat
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
A strong breeze blowing
Keeps the burning beast glowing
I'm on a roll so why stop now
A strong breeze blowing
Keeps the burning beast glowing
I'm on a roll so why stop now
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of retaliation
Give a little bit
I'm on a roll so why stop now
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3. |
Over The Wall
05:43
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Underneath the bridge
In the heroin gloom
A once loved body
Gets plenty of room
In a town that begs forgiveness
Hairdressers offer no consolation
Everything is not going to be okay
Real-life jobs are getting in the way
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
Alarm bells ringing
To the tresspassers conga
Over at their house
The smell is getting stronger
Creamy dreamy things
Spread out on the lawn
Wishing for escape
Like they've never been born
Give me handshakes
Give me hugs
Give me punchlines
You pleasure-seeking thugs
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
Unsympathetic wealth is stinging
Despite Rock 'n' Roll right-wingers are singing
Bloody noses pressed against shattered glass
Summer outfits tease whilst offers last
The clear up by a shifty council
With party tricks up their sleeves
A fistful of fantasies
Won't impress these thieves
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
Parties of the rich over the wall
The world won't give me back my ball
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4. |
A Place Like This
04:22
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(I'm not a shirker
A scrounger
A begger
Or a thief)
Rub me up in a rub a dub style
I ain't met a girl in a little while
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Tucked up in the wrong end of business
Like when Paul Simon got a whiff full of Widnes
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
My choice of words
Hardly complimentary
Don't blame my boogie
On the blonde or Buckowski
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
A dose of clap from a stand up comic
I'm itching for a chat and a beat-up sonnet
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Eyes on me in a murder style
A botox smile pretty volatile
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Nose pushed out by the hideous truth
Within bombing range of flattered youth
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Biology laid bare
Bodily functions everywhere
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Dressed head to toe in anniversary
Is everybody here in the mood, but me
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
(I'm not a shirker)
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
(A scrounger)
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
(A begger)
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
(Or a thief)
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
Why do I always end up
In a place like this?
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5. |
You Won't Get Paid
04:16
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I've been shovelling shit
For far too long
My body aches
But my head is strong
I haven't got
A pot to piss in
Yet you want me
For next to nothing
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
Billiger Billiger Billiger Billiger
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
Shunned by the tight lip of hope
You must chew
Or you will choke
Hardened up
By the disappointment
I'll lay it on thick
At the next appointment
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
Billiger Billiger Billiger Billiger
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
There's a huge desire
In this skinny little chest
Cuba wrapped around me
Like a bulletproof vest
I've been kicking so hard
I've lost the feelings in my toes
With regret
The job was never yours
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
Billiger Billiger Billiger Billiger
You won't get paid
No, you won't get paid
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6. |
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I'm where I wanna be
When the bombs are falling
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Like a cockroach
I'll keep on crawling
Bomb Bomb Bomb
The black bug settles
In my Kafka hideaway
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Typing letters to the lovers
Who stayed away
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Posters of resistance
Cover up the mould
Bomb Bomb Bomb
I'm happy in the bath
Whilst the world goes cold
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Guilty pleasures
Swimming in my ears
Bomb Bomb Bomb
A lo-fi spin
'Til the dark cloud clears
Bomb Bomb Bomb
In a concrete boat
With a like-minded droog
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Dystopia played
On a merciless Moog
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Army surplus
Piled up in the backroom
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Combat dreams
Add retro boom
Bomb Bomb Bomb
Living in the moment
Don't spoil the ending
Bomb Bomb Bomb
My high-speed love match
Is still downloading
Bomb Bomb Bomb
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7. |
Rumble
04:10
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I zigged when I shoulda zagged
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8. |
Quivering On A Rope
04:13
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Rummaging for love
On a Tuesday night
On the shirttails of bachelors
Putting up a fight
Fannies flashing like neon signs
A stained glass view of their behinds
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Tempted by the flapping
Of the lower angels wings
And a quick poke behind the bins
The black dog growls
Underneath my feet
Will we go through this farce
Every time we meet?
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Devoid of resistance and regret
When my nostrils met her au de toilette
I was never one for shine or deluxe
Sympathetic streetlights gave her back her looks
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Forgive me my lost soul rendition
My heart sings at any proposition
Are there better ways to love and offend?
Basic desires start to bend
This is fun town without the rides
This is fun town follow the signs
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
Quivering on a rope
Between the beginning and the end
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9. |
Name People Dog People
03:58
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Flirting with the bricks
Waking up the walls
I never did trust concrete
It gives you haemorrhoids
Buttock bearing builders
And their buttock bearing wives
Stick their smutty visions
Into other people's lives
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Lashings of slap
A retinal binge
It all sounds good
'Til the fat fucker sings
Homegrown swagger
Thickens the chest
A karaoke injunction would be best
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
The tip of the genital birthmark
Licks the market car park
Down on all fours
The baddies get bored
Up for a knockout
On staccato floors
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Daytime sleepers
Nighttime barbarians
Such throwbacks
Don't invite vegetarians
Barking at the staff
Who promised not to laugh
Every thirsty fucker
Has Tourettes in here
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Panting fornicating
Name people dog people
Flirting with the bricks
Waking up the walls
I never did trust concrete
It gives you haemorrhoids
Buttock bearing builders
And their buttock bearing wives
Stick their smutty visions
Into other people's lives
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10. |
Reasons
04:27
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We have reason to believe that
You have been living
We have several pictures to prove it
The mistakes you made were beautiful
Disguising your man for the television
We know who you are
We know where you've been
We know who you are
We know where you've been
It's colder in St Helens
Than cold war Berlin
We have reason to believe that
You have been living
Six months behind soundproof privets
Treading on grapes
But the wine still tastes of feet
You were knee-deep
In chocolate decisions
A sweetened informer
Dropped you in it
We know who you are
We know where you've been
We know who you are
We know where you've been
It's colder in St Helens
Than cold war Berlin
We have reason to believe
That you have been living
Your bad back burning
In the backyard sun
Bins to be emptied
Raffles to be won
Market thieves sing
Bye-bye boredom
Plans for dirty weekends
You claim you can't
Control them
We know who you are
We know where you've been
We know who you are
We know where you've been
We know who you are
We know where you've been
We know who you are
We know where you've been
It's colder in St Helens
Than cold war Berlin
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11. |
Don't Oppress Me, Love
04:30
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I dope myself on books
And the pleasure and the pain
Of her good looks
I gave up my flat for her
She said it wouldn't work
Because of her work
Modernity
Lies dead in the fridge
The overnight parties
Were average
Scratching like a stray at the play
Entertainment is taking her away
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
This amphibious bather
She's costing me a bomb
Drowning out my chorus
Pampered in
Pop Babylon
She no longer likes
The music that I play
Her undisputed career
Is tinnitus in my ear
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
She's a hard up lover in boots
Frogmarching me
From the bedroom to the bathroom
She's a hard up lover in boots
Fumigating me with outbursts of perfume
She donates wealthy insults
To her chosen charity
I'm target practice
For her pissed up dictionary
My protective clothing
Is the focus of her loathing
I take forever to decide in shops
I exert myself trying to pick her lock
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
I need a whole new body of blood
Don't stamp on my stammer
Don't oppress me, love
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12. |
Elsa Dorfman
04:08
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Take me away
Away from industry
Away from paint
Take me away
I've sucked up to sinners
Been pardoned by saints
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Light up my slapstick display
Let's not focus on the bad today
Cheer up my birthday blues
On a seafront of bedrooms
And black balloons
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
I've pulled memories
From basements and bins
Force-fed friends with tins
Craving laziness at a false address
Special offers for those earning less
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
Factory lights make constellations
Lost dreams found in urban planetariums
Tomorrow I'll stick the job up its arse
A working-class kid will fly to Mars
Place me in front of the open lens
Of Elsa Dorfman
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13. |
Living On The Ceiling
04:32
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You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Up and down, I'm up the wall
I'm up the bloody tree
That's alright with me
Yeah, that's alright with me
Well, it feels alight to me
Yeah, it looks alright to me
And, I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me round your finger, seen before
You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Nothing, nothing, nothing's gonna
Step in my way
Living on the ceiling
That's my world down there
Things fall into place
You got the joke, fall into place
Well, I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me round your finger, seen before
You keep me running round and round
Well, that's alright with me
Up and down, I'm up the wall
I'm up the bloody tree
Hiding from your questions
Questions you won't ask
"Why am I up the tree" you say
"Why are you down there" I'm saying
Well I'm so tall, I'm so tall
You raise me and then you let me fall
And I'm so small, I'm so small
Wrap me round your finger, seen before
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14. |
Double Trouble
01:17
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There's gonna be trouble
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