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Incredulity
01:15
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Anybody wanna fuck around with me
you're gonna have to pay the price of incredulity
That's what I say, that's what I say
Say what
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2. |
Make Things Easy
02:47
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Held beneath the sunshine of a simmering decay
Trying to communicate in any kind of way
With a sneaking premonition of eventual delay
And an underlying feeling that it's never going away
Same soul, wrong brain
Insane goal, no pain
C'mon everybody let's make things easy
When you're in denial you can live the life you like
Hide behind the bike sheds or ride someone else's bike
Manipulate your mind and body any way you want
Syncopate your rhythms, sink your boats, sink your thoughts
Same soul, wrong brain
Insane goal, no pain
C'mon everybody let's make things easy
Know your limits, know your place
The Japanese say you have 3 faces
The first face, you show to the world
The 2nd face, you show to your close friends and family
The 3rd face, you never show anyone
Manipulate your mind and body any way you want
Syncopate your rhythms, sink your boats, sink your thoughts
Same soul, wrong brain
Insane goal, no pain
C'mon everybody let's make things easy
Easy
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3. |
A Message To You Lizzie
02:45
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There's something rotten at the heart of team GB
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
And that something rotten is the monarchy
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
Sex crimes, tax crimes, corruption
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
We don't need looking after
Lizzie - kill your sons
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
Put us out our misery
We don't need more monarchy
Time to draw the line, Lizzie
And kill your sons
Kings and queens and inbetweens are for fairy stories
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
There really is no need for them in the 21st century
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
Time to get up off your knees and see the poverty
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
It can be eradicated with truth and money
A message to you Lizzie - kill your sons
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Bins Out
03:16
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Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Early in the morning - it's usually too late
Shoulda done it last night - the usual mistake
Emptying the rubbish from all parts of your life
It is constant, it is out of sight
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Everything is piling up inside your head
Accumulating madness, especially in bed
When your mind is racing, late into the night
It is constant, it is out of sight
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Everything you own will all be gone (yeah)
Everything must go, the same old song (yeah)
No matter how you rise, you'll fall
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out
Gotta get the bins out (Get the bins out)
Gotta get the bins out (Get the bins out)
Gotta get the bins out (Get the bins out)
Gotta get the bins out (Get the bins out)
Get those bins out
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5. |
My Secrets Are Blown
02:24
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All the best groups are influenced by German music
All the best songs have been written now
No excuses
When Yoko Ono sings
She sings
Godammit my secrets are blown
Ooooh oooh
Godammit my secrets are blown
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Ambidextrous men need ambidextrous women
Everybody wins when everybody's winning
Confidence in life begins at the beginning
When ambidextrous men meet ambidextrous women
Stride with thick thighs and your eyes on the prize of adventure
Snide and you lose the advantage of time
Why cock a snook when you look like an underage pensioner
Rise using both hands, it's your turn to shine
Ambidextrous men need ambidextrous women
Nobody can sin if everybody's sinning
Nobody can sink if everybody's swimming
Like ambidextrous men and ambidextrous women
Ambidextrous men meet ambidextrous women
In pubs and launderettes, airing their dirty linen
Nobody can sin if everyone is sinning
Like ambidextrous men and ambidextrous women
Uppity dancer on the disco floor
Uppity bouncer on the disco door
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7. |
Ask Velazquez
02:35
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Don't pretend to be profound if all you're doing is rhyming
Words of wisdom need more heft and near perfect timing
Why d'you think they're called old masters?
Cos they mastered paintings?
No, it takes more than technique
Tie youself to the railings
Oooooh ask Velazquez
Oooooh call a taxi
Oooooh Ask Velazquez
Oooooh call a taxi
Weaving magic with a paint brush, creating emotions
How does that work? Where's the beef, what's the secret potion?
No-one knows - it's pixie dust or fumes or strange elixirs
Shapes and forms and weird angles, not to mention textures
Call me when you've found the key
To unlock the mystery
Then we'll dive into his head
More black, more green, more red, red, red
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8. |
Jackie Jumble
02:52
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Hey Jackie Jumble
Save an old axe for me
I'm wasting away in a cheap hotel
In a puddle of misery
I can hear the sound of a tricycle rumbling along the floor
Softer on the carpet, louder on the wood and stopping outside a door
Tapping on a typewriter all day long louder than the toy bike noise
All work and no play makes more dull jobs for the boys
Hey Jackie Jumble
Save an old axe for me
I'm wasting away in a cheap hotel
In a puddle of misery
All you got to do is shine and say
Things are on the up now
Overlook the obvious and hide away
Take a trip to toytown
We've all been there
And we'll all go back
In the middle of winter
With the rest of the pack
Everybody chanting
Jack Jack Jack
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Si si si nein gee, G sus
Linda Blair fuck me jesus
Knitting on the set of The Exorcist
Oh yeah
Windy Miller in Windygates
All of the signs indicate
You've done too little far too late
Oh yeah
Oh, do you feel the artifice
The power of life compels
Waving in the river with contempt
Long time drowning, long time dead
Long time reason for the rumbling away
Smiling while all hell breaks loose
Just enough rope for a noose
Knitting on the set of The Exorcist
Oh yeah
Oh, do you feel the artifice
The power of life compels me
Do do do...
Time to put the needles away
Away
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10. |
Reckless
01:37
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Wreck it
Wreck it
Daily Reckless
No-one can detect us
Having a sexless breakfast
In Houston, Texas
Reckless,
Mend this necklace
Check your checklist
Daily Reckless
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11. |
Sic A Parcel O Rogues
02:34
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Sic a parcel o rogues in a nation
Sic a parcel o rogues in a nation
Sic a pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa
Sic a parcel o toads in a nation
Celebrating their own subjegation
Wallowing in their self flagellation
A misery of their own creation
Baa
Baaaaaaa
Bah
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12. |
Some Depth
03:24
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He started out with something and he vowed to give
Other people something so that they could live
Some people called him charitable, others called him a spiv
Some depth
Some say thank you very much, others say no thanks
Some rely on ingenuity, others on banks
A lot of people are just flying by their pants
Some depth
You stake a claim, you take some blame, if you've any soul
Some people even set their lives by a determined goal
Some others only have the chance to hold a begging bowl
Some depth
And so we come to liars, as a famous father said
You made your own misfortune, but you never made your bed
This speech will last forever till the last liar is dead
Some depth
A million housewives every day say you can't call us that
We've grown as a society and the goose aint getting fat
Only pigs and bankers and the occasional cat
Some depth
If you want to read philosophy or poetry, I say
It's up to you, nobody's keeping score along the way
No-one knows what constitutes good literature these days
Some depth
Come gather round and listen to the tales that this man tells
He thinks he has an answer, he's ringing some bells
But the only people listening are spies and infidels
Some depth
The circle has been broken, the fallacies exposed
The people who dictate the law say this position's closed
They're shuffling round town centres in their dirty underclothes
Some depth
And all the while the innocent and carefree shed no tears
For all the gross injustices suffered throughout the years
They won't let politicians and moral guardians infect their ears
Some depth
On and on the wheel of absurd motion spins around
Some jump up to heaven, some stay on the ground
Others like to levitate or say something profound
Some depth
The song is nearly finished now, but just before I go
Can I just say it shouldn't keep you long, it's neither fast nor slow
It's an unhappy medium, full of joy and woe
Some depth
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What's your problem now?
I got a bigger problem than you
What's your problem now?
I got a bigger problem
I got friends in high places
(They got a bigger problem than you)
And they know what to do
(They got a bigger problem than you)
I've got friends off their faces
(They got a bigger problem than you)
They are my social glue
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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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