Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights? I’ll stay home forever Where two & two always makes up five I’ll lay down the tracks Sandbag & hide January has April’s showers And two & two always makes up five It’s the devil’s way now There is no way out You can scream & you can shout It is too late now Because You have not been Paying attention I try to sing along I get it all wrong ‘Cause I’m not ‘Cause I’m not I swat ’em like flies But like flies the buggers Keep coming back Not ‘Cause I’m not “All hail to the thief, All hail to the thief” But I am not! But I am not! But I am not! But I am not! “Don’t question my authority or put me in the dock” ‘Cause I’m not ‘Cause I’m not Go & tell the king that the sky is falling in When it’s not But is not But is not Maybe not Maybe not |
Sit down. Stand up.
Sit down. Stand up. Walk into the jaws of hell Walk into the jaws of hell Anytime Anytime Sit down. Stand up. Sit down. Stand up. We can wipe you out anytime We can wipe you out Anytime Anytime Stand up. Sit down. The raindrops… |
I sucked the moon
I spoke too soon And how much did it cost? I was dropped from moonbeams And sailed on shooting stars Maybe you’ll Be president But know right from wrong Or in the flood You’ll build an Ark And sail us to the moon Sail us to the moon Sail to the moon |
We’re rotten fruit
We’re damaged goods What the hell, we’ve got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We’re backdrifting This far but no further I’m hanging off a branch I’m teetering on the brink Oh honey sweet So full of sleep I’m backsliding You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do Nothing we could do All evidence has been buried All tapes have been erased But your footsteps give you away So you’re backtracking Ah ah ah You fell into our arms You fell into our arms We tried but there was nothing we could do Nothing we could do You fell into our… You fell into our… We’re rotten fruit We’re damaged goods What the hell, we’ve got nothing more to lose One gust and we will probably crumble We’re backdrifters |
Something for the rag and bone man
“Over my dead body” Something big is gonna happen “Over my dead body” Someone’s son or someone’s daughter “Over my dead body” This is how I end up sucked in “Over my dead body” I’m gonna go to sleep Let this wash all over me We don’t wanna wake monster taking over “Tiptoe round, tie him down” We don’t want the loonies taking over “Tiptoe round, tie them down” May pretty horses Come to you as you sleep I’m gonna go to sleep Let this wash all over me. |
There’s a gap in between
There’s a gap where we meet Where I end and you begin I’m sorry for us The dinosaurs roam the Earth The sky turns green Where I end and you begin [Four, five, six, seven…] I am up in the clouds I am up in the clouds And I can’t, and I can’t come down I can watch but not take part Where I end and where you start Where you, you left me alone You left me alone ‘X’ will mark the place Like the parting of the waves Like a house falling in the sea, oh the sea I will eat you all alive There’ll be no more lies I will eat you all alive |
Are you hungry?
Are you sick? Are you begging for a break? Are you sweet? Are you fresh? Are you strung up by the wrists? We want the young blood Are you fracturing? Are you torn at the seams? Would you do anything? Flea-bitten, motheaten? We suck young blood We suck young blood Won’t let the creeping ivy Won’t let the nervous bury me Our veins are thin Our rivers poisoned We want the sweet meats We want the young blood |
Genie let out the bottle
It is now the witching hour Genie let out the bottle It is now the witching hour Murderers you’re murderers We are not the same as you Genie let out the bottle Funny ha-ha funny how When the walls bend With your breathing They will suck you down to the otherside To the shadows blue and red Your alarm bells To the shadows blue and red Your alarm bells Should be ringing This is the gloaming |
In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak Just because you feel it doesnt mean it’s there Just because you feel it doesnt mean it’s there There’s always a siren Singing you to shipwreck (Don’t reach out, don’t reach out) Steer away from these rocks We’d be a walking disaster (Don’t reach out, don’t reach out) Just ’cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder) Just ’cause you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there (there’s someone on your shoulder) There there Why so green and lonely? Heaven sent you to me We are accidents Waiting waiting to happen We are accidents Waiting waiting to happen |
I will lay me down
In a bunker underground I won’t let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants sitting ducks I will rise up Little babies’ eyes |
No, no, no… No, no, no…
I don’t know why you bother Nothing’s ever good enough for you I was there and it wasn’t like that You came here just to start a fight You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned In a drunken punchup at a wedding Hypocrite opportunist Don’t infect me with your poison A bully in a china shop When I turn around you stay frozen to the spot You had to piss on our parade You had to shred our big day You had to ruin it for all concerned In a drunken punchup at a wedding The pointless snide remarks Of hammerhead sharks The pot will call the kettle black It’s a drunken punchup at a wedding. No, no, no… No no no… |
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head Proceeded to show it off To all his new found friends He said “i been where i liked I slept with who i liked She ate me up for breakfast And screwed me in a vice "And now i don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied” I sat in the cupboard And wrote it down in neat They were cheering and waving Cheering and waving Twitching and salivating Like with myxomatosis But it got edited fucked up Strangled, beaten up Used as a photo in Time magazine Buried in a burning black hole in Devon “I don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied Don’t know why I feel so skinned alive.” My thoughts are misguided And a little naive I twitch and I salivate Like with myxomatosis You should put me in a home Or you should put me down I got myxomatosis I got myxomatosis “Yeah no-one likes a smart arse but we all like stars” That wasn’t my intention I did it for a reason It must have got mixed up Strangled, beaten up I got myxomatosis I got myxomatosis “I don’t know why I feel so tongue-tied” |
I’m walking out in a force ten gale
Birds thrown around, bullets for hail The roof is pulling off by its fingernails Your voice is rapping on my window sill Yesterday’s headlines blown by the wind Yesterday’s people end up scatterbrain Then any fool can easy pick a hole (I only wish I could fall in) A moving target in a firing range. Somewhere I’m not Scatterbrain. Somewhere I’m not Scatterbrain. Lightning fuse, powercut. Scatterbrain. |
Drag him out the window
Dragging out the dead Dinging I miss you Snakes and ladders Flip the lid out Pops the cracker Smacks you in the head Knifes you in the neck Kicks you in the teeth Steel toe caps Takes all your credit cards Step up get the gunge Get the eggs Get the flan in the face The flan in the face The flan in the face Dance you fucker, dance you fucker Don’t you dare, don’t you dare Don’t you? Flan in the face Take it with the love its given Take it with a pinch of salt Take it to the taxman Let me back let me back I promise to be good Don’t look in the mirror At the face you don’t recognize Help me call the doctor Put me inside Put me inside Put me inside Put me inside Put me inside I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways That he’s gonna mess me up Steal all my children If I don’t pay the ransom And i’ll never see them again If I squeal to the cops Walking like a giant crane and With my x ray eyes I strip you naked In a tight little world And are you on the list? Stepford wives Who are we to complain? Investments and dealers Investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses. Cold wives and sunday papers. City boys in 1st class Don’t know we’re born Just know someone else Is gonna come and clean it up Born and raised for the job Oh I wish you’d get up, go over Get up, go over And turn this tape off. I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways That hes gonna mess me up Steal all my children If I don’t pay the ransom But i’ll never see him again If I squeal to the cops So I just go Oooh… |