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1. |
Whipping The Lash
04:40
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Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Don't dazzle your headlights, dip
Old tricks sealed in your brand new lips
The world is moving so am I
This wide eyed ride all mine, all mine
Rub me up in your fast car
Fast car me in your rub
Wet my dreams in the car wash
Exhaust the last remains of love
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
Caress me
Between the seats
Cover me in petrol
Ignite my lust
High powered into heaven
Until the fires turn to rust
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
I just love the way you
Move your fingers
Up and down the wheel
Into such mechanical force
It's the way that you
Want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want me to feel
Tell me that this feeling is real
It's the way that you want to feel
When the world stops
When the world stops
Where do you want dropping off
It's the way that you want to feel
It's the way that you want to feel
It's the way that you want to feel
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
Sieben acht null sieben neun neun
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2. |
Captain Midnight
03:45
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Pull the communication chord
I'll striptease through your telephone call
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Under my vest I'm a Superman
I'll slip into something comfortable
Werewolfing I'm uncontrollable
Something to warm my little queens
Hold on to me in your falling dreams
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Under my vest I'm a Superman
I'm a perfect stranger
They even baptized me danger
Drool, drool
I was popular in Blackpool
I split their sides
I made them
Drool, drool
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Under my vest I'm a Superman
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Nobody knows who I really am
Nobody knows
Under my vest I'm a Superman
Drool, drool
Drool, drool
Drool, drool
Drool, drool
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3. |
Masochistic Mowtown
02:59
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Beat up to an upbeat she sings
To the man who would be king
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
Count vernacular gets it straight
Through the heart with T-bone steak
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
Her hand welded to his arse
In anticipation of a pasting
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
When he's finished being sick
He'll be starving
The moment she gets fat
He'll be leaving
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
He gets porn at his fingertips
But snubs her new knickers
She's gone from mouse to blonde
But he never noticed it
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
She wants him back, she wants him back
She wants him back, she wants him
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Here I am at a municipal duck pond
Oh my god love hurts
She upped and left me in mid sausage
Punctuating end with burps
My diamond ring is in that swamp thing
Bobbing up and down like the love we had
Now we cross each others paths on brick walls only
Where once my aerosol bled
Brought in another shitty new year
On the souls of my shoes
I've put a dead small ad for a girl to love me
In the Manchester Evening News
I've put a dead small ad for a girl to love me
In the Manchester Evening News
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5. |
Brown Cows Of Elocution
04:00
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The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
In a compost heap where a language grew
Us duffers in the meat yard never had a clue
Our vowels were strangled by the cattle gas
Our vowels were strangled by the cattle gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
The brown cows of elocution
The brown cows of
We dragged those words
Through buckets of steam
Through battered spam
God save the team
From the Big Chief Sitting Bull
Another ham shank and I'll scream
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Bronco jargon flows
In a thick mother tongue
Till the cows come home
Etcetera etcetera etcetera etcetera
The wind stuck
Fixed me up
With the air of a cow
That licked me
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh sure it's a gas
Sure it's a laugh
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You never saw me
Looking gormless
Like you did tonight
Serving lukewarm coffee
Under forty watt light
These are the claims signed love
But she said that's not
The Injection of love is wearing off
The girl in drag
Beats my heart
With a tambourine
On tandoori nights
We pantomimed the blood scene
These are the claims signed love
But she said that's not
The Injection of love is wearing off
My heart's wide open
There goes the heat
The magic carpet
Pulled from under my feet
She made me feel
Like an out of season seaside
But somethings go together
Like Morecambe and Wise
These are the claims signed love
But she said that's not
The Injection of love is wearing off
My floral arrangement
Was a riot of red
Heading for the boot
Of my fast car bed spread
Searching for the letterbox
In her new tights
Her wishes stop and start
Like traffic lights
An onslaught of dreams
She takes the wrong way
Everything I touch
Turns to cabaret
These are the claims signed love
But she said that's not
The Injection of love is wearing off
These are the claims signed love
These are the claims signed love
The Injection of love is wearing off
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7. |
Signed Off R Mutt
05:04
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I was shaking like a leaf on a Fisons plant
I prayed for every illness that the devil sent
I was egged on by a sadist supervisor
I threw myself into the fertiliser
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
I left the job club torture room
With little applause
They broke up my horizons
Over them there town hall walls
I offered them the services
Of a Marcel Duchamp
They gave me the post
Of a lavatory attendant
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
My pain in the arts
Had only just begun
When I choked on my own
Bloody disinfectant
Make no bones about it
Make no bones about it
I grew up a fine figure of a weed
Comrades I need a jerry can of sympathy
To drown my dying squeals
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
We know exactly where we are
Going under together in a gas filled car
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8. |
Bananas
03:28
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A table for three inner city lickers;
A sweaty back, bum slack, sun glass stripper
A fat knackered fire eater
With a burning scalp
A two toned, two faced peeling photogenic
Banged up in a sausage skin
And eats like a bucket
Where's the crapper?
They're ready to order
Ready to murder
A braison elephant paddling in batter
Two galloping gonads
And the next man's earlobes
Mines a grated brick
And a ballbuster special
Seasoned with a banana skin
My gastronomic exit
Fly there's not enough waiters in my soup
Soup
Two sore fingers in fluent anglo turd
Whitey downs his verse
What's for desserts?
A sombrero'd blancmange
Look at me snaps sunshine
His best belching punchline
That's me next to the camel
Full of eastern promise
Swallowing the waves
Of the Brit brick rules
Boiling in a pan
Of continental food
Swallowing the waves
Of the Brit brick rules
Boiling in a pan
Of continental food
Swallowing the waves
Of the Brit brick rules
Boiling in a pan
Of continental food
Fly
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9. |
Matching Houses
04:01
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Our lounge was daubed in chip fat yellow
Well before hers next door
We had replicas of the Eiffel Tower
And an arctic rug on the living room floor
The walls were alive with Lopsided matadors
Our out of focus friends from Ibiza would kill for
Making the most of our matching houses
In the middle of nowhere special
Making the most of our matching houses
See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
Truant love on the lino floor
With borstal boy number four
The outline of his Blackpool rock
Written all over our Tina's frock
Dad sat on the lav missing everything
Mother burned like Joan of Arc burned
On parents evening
Making the most of our matching houses
In the middle of nowhere special
Making the most of our matching houses
See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
Polluting the back of our nostalgic settee
With lies and social security
Painting brown carpets with sunshine
Moving for the last time
Making the most of our matching houses
In the middle of nowhere special
Making the most of our matching houses
See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
Making the most of our matching houses
In the middle of nowhere special
Making the most of our matching houses
See through the curtains and the Oxfam blouses
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10. |
The Returner Prize
04:57
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Meet your average working stiff
Pushing a button in a light bulb factory
Meet your average working stiff
I never touch my salmon paste sandwiches
When Her Majesty came to our dumb town
We had a whazz in her brew
Down Stewards Avenue
When Her Majesty came to our dumb town
We had to clear up the streets
After the mess that she had left
Mr Speaker forgot what he was talking about
When he gobbed all over the workers
The audience forgot to clap
Their arses ached and the wine was crap
Goodnight night watchman playing with his torch
Goodnight night watchman stabbing at his warts
A disappearing face on an ID badge
Thinking nothing but Alcatraz
I shared the bottom pile with top lads from Salford
A bed full of bosses smarting goodbye
Non stop spraying in an unflushed bog
Down on my knees till I get another job
It's freezing cold in the middle of june
I can't think of anything funny or cool
You kill poetry every time you speak
I can taste the suburbs in everything I eat
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11. |
Whipping The Drop
04:48
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