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Here come the bolshy boys
Making the same old noise
They've waited for too long
Rebels without a song
Here come the boys in blue
They know what's right for you
Rally round to the call
Give in or just conform
Smash up the system
Sit down and listen
Who do you think you are
Jumped Up Rich Man
Where are the heavy men
Churchill and old Stalin
Who sells their bodies now
To old bourgeois Tony Benn
Na na na na...
Do do do do do do...
He's got a guilty mind
Sucks up the poor he finds
Hardship must be so vital
To someone who chucks their title
JOHN FLORY*
Born 1890
Died of Drink 1927
“Here lies the bones of poor John Flory;
His story was the old,old story.
Money, women, cards and gin
Were the four things that did him in.
He has spent sweat enough to swim in
Making love to stupid women;
He has known misery past thinking
In the dismal art of drinking.
O stranger, as you voyage here
And read this welcome, shed no tear
But take the single gift I give,
And learn from me how not to live.”
*by George Orwell
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D.H.S.S.
03:08
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Come prepared with tickets for the welfare state
But make sure you don't turn up late
It's so easy
Wait in line - you'll get there, it just takes some time
Then autograph the bottom line
It's so easy
Maybe you'll be picked out for some ridicule
They'll ask you to wait in the booth
It's so easy
If you care, could you fill out this questionairre
They'll ask you with a piercing glare
It's so easy
Department of parasite-a-mol
Designed to make you feel two feet tall
Now and then they'll make you feel like you are ten
Cos you're a parasite to them
D.H.S.S.
When you're done, waiting for your giro to come
Don't let them think that you are scum
D.H.S.S.
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It's Only A Job
03:08
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The application form has been in for ten days
You're lucky to even get that, but the worst bit is the wait
When the reply arrives you know what it will say
Thank you for writing but no vacancies today
It's really cold outside, I think I'll stay indoors
And maybe phone some place I haven't tried before
You tell yourself, at least I'm trying - keep the hope
But optimism fades after the hundredth note
Ridiculous feeling, I'm afraid, ashamed sometimes
It's only a job I want, I need, it's my lifeline
Try harder - that's the way, but you just sink lower down
The more you grasp at nothing, the easier you drown
And if I had a gun I know what I would do
Shoot a hole in the head of the Tory point of view
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Extra High Tension
01:27
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Extra high tension - a phrase that I mention
And I only say it to get some attention
I hope you can see I can cope with the pressure
Of extra high tension
Extra high tension - you get it whenever
Someone you just met slyly happens to mention
You don't look too great, you could spit in their face
Cos of extra high tension
Extra high tension - I'm sick of the questions
That everyone asks and they're so damn predictable
No, I have not got a job, will you piss off
It's extra high tension
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5. |
Winter Of Discontent
01:51
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Winter of discontent
Fall on the government
Make the snow go away
Stop my hair going grey
I want to find some work
I want to roll in dirt
And when I get my pay
I'll blow it all away
Nothing today's secure
Who cares, I'm not mature
I don't feel 23
Boo hoo, oh pity me
A Russian satellite
Fell on my roof tonight
It blew down all the trees
But I saved my Clash LPs
Hey!
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6. |
Another Crisis
03:08
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Christ, another problem, oh no
Can't you keep them to yourself, oh no
The only time the world expects a man to show his worth
Is when a crisis rears its head in marriage , death or birth
You waste your time
We all know that
Worshipping money
That's a fact
Take me home, I'll never love another girl again
You keep on asking me that
There, you see, I said it
Won't you trust me now and then
Here comes Superman - he's coming home
In his super van - and no-one knows
Why he drives that van - he just does
Cos he's Superman
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Stay In My Sight
01:36
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Passion, glory, old morals
We will just stay just good pals
I will be with you
In mind tonight
We cannot always
Stay in our sights
Lovers, thinkers, old values
Plotters, schemers, are the news
I will be with you
In mind tonight
We cannot always
Stay in our sights
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8. |
Living In Sin Again
02:13
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I'm living in
In sin again
I'm living in
The news
I'm giving in
I'm sick again
I'm giving in
To blues
There's darkness in my eyes
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Way Away
04:02
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If you want to do some harm
You use the knuckle, not the palm
And if you want to make me think
You'll have to buy me another drink
There are people relying on violence
To break their vow of silence
A Harrier, Vulcan or chartered plane
No militia, dictator or royal reign
We see starving children and bombed landscape views
We read about death squads, it's blood that makes news
But, ah, don't let's think about it today
Anyway it's way away
The liberals are screaming for wrongs to be righted
The generals want heroes with guns to be knighted
On the left they cry it's all unfair
While the populace don't really care
There might be a temporary kind of solution
By killing the middle class guards of pollution
It's one way of seeing it - that's what I say
Blow up the rich and we're all way away
If I had money I'd like to think
That I could kick up a really big stink
But I have seen people abusing ideals
By buying their newly made friends classy meals
It's a known fact that the more you get
Will turn your brain mushy and make you real wet
So celebrate your culture and take what you can
The end of a song and the start of a plan
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10. |
Too Bad
01:50
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I can't remember when I last had
Something to trust in
Too bad
I can't remember when I last had
Two friends to call up
Too bad
I can't remember when I last had
Your whole attention
Too bad
I can't remember when I last had
Some kind of future
Too bad
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No Joke
02:12
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I live as I want to I hope
I dream of a time I can cope
I stay and I pray I know
Love is no longer a joke
Though I can laugh when I need
I feel it's just you that I need
Deeper than anything
I see you hurt and I bleed
With you, without you
I see everything pouring out from in me
Sometimes I might say some things the wrong way
I need you, say you need me
All that I feel deep inside
Is yopurs to take, I can't hide
My inner thoughts, I'll talk
Loving is stronger than pride
I finally realised loving is stronger than pride
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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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