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The Boy From Germany
03:18
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From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs
Not the words of the boys from Sparks
But the boy from Germany, Karl Marx
Religion is the opium of the people, it fugs their soul and brains
The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains
A spectre, a spectre is haunting Europe
The spectre of communism
Wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up
The boy from Germany, Germany
He really got them riled
The boy from Germany, Germany
Has driven the world wild
The philosophers have only interpreted the world
in various ways; the point is to change it, boys and girls
Capital is dead labour that lives by sucking blood
of living labour and lives the more, the more labour it sucks
A spectre, a spectre is haunting Europe
The spectre of communism
Wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up, wake it up
The boy from Germany, Germany
He really got them riled
The boy from Germany, Germany
Has driven the world wild
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2. |
Null Pwah
01:07
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Nobody likes us
Everybody hates us
May as well go and eat worms
We can't write a song to save us
Even beaten by the Germans
Bite all our heads off
Suck all the juice out
Throw the empty skins away
Everyone in Europe and the world
Hates the UK
Nil points, nil points
The UK got nil points
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
The UK got nil points
What a joke
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It's that time of year again
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
E.U.R.O.V.I.S.I.O.N.
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
You used to be a lot more fun
But you still are now and then
You're not 12 anymore,
But you're certainly a ten
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
The only way to watch is in our den
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
E.U.R.O.V.I.S.I.O.N.
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
You used to be a lot more fun
But you still are now and then
You're not 12 anymore,
But you're certainly a ten
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
Gazebo, projector, tequila!
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4. |
Anxiety
01:31
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The kind of creature
You cannot see
Its camouflage is
Anxiety
It lurks inside of
You and me
Its camouflage is
Anxiety
An inner tension
An awkward plea
No cause or purpose
Anxiety
It's undynamic but always there
Just hovering in a thick air
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Edinburgh castle - we're taking you back
But I'm peching after trekking up the Royal Mile
I'm talking out my farter about the Magna Carta
Wheezing while we're seizing back power with style
Panting hard on the esplanade
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Well this love is a solid love
Growing each day
And I know it’s an always love
It’s not going away
It will be with us
From the stars above
Like a never ending tune
Til hairs grow on the moon
It was one small step for Neil years ago
But some chemicals fell from his backpack, don’t you know
With one giant leap, he forgot to keep
The lid screwed on
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7. |
Ukraine
02:34
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There's no place I'd rather be
Outside of society
You take my breath away
Especially Kiev, eh?
Are you Euros heroes/zeros?
Who knows?
Ukraine
What drives the people insane
Is saying The Ukraine
There's no definite article
And definitely no nuclear arsenal
And on the football stage
You're all the rage
Ukraine
Yevhen Makarenko
Oleksandr Zinchenko
Taras Stepanenko
Andriy Yarmolenko
Mykola Matviyenko
Mykola Shaparenko
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8. |
Meaningless
03:35
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Meaningless?
You mean it’s all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
like when two fireflies fluoresce
Just like everything I guess
it was utterly meaningless
Even less
a little glimpse of nothingness
sucking meaning from the rest of this mess
Yes yes yes it was thoroughly meaningless
and if some dim bulb should say
we were in love in some way
kick all his teeth in for me
and if you feel like keeping on kicking feel free
Meaningless
Who dare to say it wasn’t meaningless
Shout from the rooftops and address the press
Ha ha ha it was totally meaningless
Meaningless
Meaning less than a game of chess
Just like your mother said and mother knows best
I knew it all the time but now I confess
Yes yes yes how deliciously meaningless
Yes yes yes effervescently meaningless
Yes yes yes it was beautifully meaningless
Yes yes yes it was profoundly meaningless
Yes yes yes definitively meaningless
Yes yes yes comprehensively meaningless
Yes yes yes magnificently meaningless
Yes yes yes how incredibly meaningless
Yes yes yes unprecedentedly meaningless
Yes yes yes how mind-blowingly meaningless
Yes yes yes unbelievably meaningless
Yes yes yes how infinitely meaningless
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9. |
Cowdenbeath Goth
01:20
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At Cowdenbeath Goth
Friday domino winner
Was Robbo
Jock Moran was disqualified
A sinner
He chapped when he could play
And wee Jimmy Izzat was grannied
Wullie Smith had hard lines
The rest o us couldnae be fannied
At Cowdenbeath Goth
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In Nineteen Hundred and Seventy Eight
It looked like things would turn out great
But as it happened, they were bleak
For Willie Johnston, speed freak
He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak
Well he was brought up in Cardenden
He worked as a miner, then
He played for Rangers, then West Brom
His son ran a bar on Kirkcaldy prom
It was called The Port Brae
But Belhaven Brewery gave it away
Nobody ever called him meek
He couldn’t turn the other cheek
Willie Johnson, speed freak
He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak
Well Scotland played a shocker against Peru
The Scottish FA knew what to do
So when they caught him with Reactivan
They became pure puritan
The blame was placed, he was up shit creek
Willie Johnson, speed freak
He once took a swig from a fan’s beer
You should have heard that crowd cheer
Then he took a corner kick
Willie Johnson, speed freak
He was framed, he didn’t cheat
Willie Johnston, speed freak
Hay fever
He had hay fever
Hay fever
He had hay fever
He had hay fever and at his peak
Willie Johnston, speed freak
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11. |
Ken?
01:26
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12. |
Save Live Comedy
04:23
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Tommy Mackay Edinburgh, UK
Scottish comedy performer and editor of The Daily Reckless - the paper that sings the news.
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