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So this husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log, did her husband
But as he lay and snored in bed
A strange idea came into her head
So she went for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping husband
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill
She pinned and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband
When her husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not move in bed
'sweet christ i've lost the use of me legs!'
But the wife just smiled at her husband
Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding husband
Isn't it true what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through
Goodbye to a drunken husband
Kick out the jams, motherfucker!
Shhh

It gets worse... the earth, if looked after properly, has an estimated lifespan of another four billion years, but in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days.
Say that such alarms are normal, and present no problem provided they can be identified as false alarms. i said in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war, every three days, but in times of crisis with weapons systems already on the alert, there is less than eight minutes to decide whether an attack is underway or not. and there are over forty conventional wars going on in the world today. times of crisis, you might say. they say that waiting longer than eight minutes would risk a surprise attack, and a loss of command and control. in the trade this is called the "use them or lose them" problem, which translated means, if he's gonna hit you, make sure you hit him first. looking at it another way, a single american strategic submarine carries about 160 warheads, enough to eliminate every soviet ci
Ty of over 200,000 people. of course a soviet submarine could do the same to america. the nuclear weapons powers operate about a hundred such submaries and on average there are over forty at sea at any one time. a conspiracy of two men, a submarine commander and his radioman, could pretend to have received orders from above, and launch a nuclear missile without actually having received those orders. in 1983 there were two false alarms of impending nuclear war every three days. in 1983 thatcher was re-elected by her sleeping people. in 1984 reagan was re-elected by his sleeping people. in 1985...
...to determine their destiny... ...let us move to a world in which all people are at last free to determine their own destiny...

Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
I had a fling with doris day
I'm coming out
I almost got her in the family way
I'm coming out
I gotta see what the papers say
I'm coming out
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
My self denial couldn't get any worse
I'm coming out
First confession second verse
I'm coming out
I forget myself but i remember the... words
All dressed up in drag inside a gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again

There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
Open your eyes, go and have a look
There isn't any light at the end of the tunnel
If you open our eyes, you might get a surprise
It's all staring you in the face
Open your eyes, see your own light
When the sunlight filters in my room, in the morning
It's not saying 'get up' it's not saying 'time for work'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up'
It's saying 'wake up'
'wake up, wake up'

As soon as i'm born they made me feel big
That i was privileged without having to be rich
They had a place set aside for me to help to run this society
If i followed the paths laid down for me
I could join the club called patriarchy
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
If i didn't get far 'cause the ladder was too long
I could be my own boss, with a workforce of one
No matter how low i go there'll always be lower
It's taken for granted that a white man holds power
And i am white, and i'm a man, i don't have to justify what i am
And now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
'cause i'm not black and i'm not irish, i'm not a woman
I don't get too much stick just for being what i am
'cause i am white and i'm a man, i don't have often to justify what i am
Now it's relatively easy for me to get taken seriously
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he, because i'm a he
Hassled--i've been hassled, but i don't get hassled on sight
I don't dread going out at night, i don't have to worry 'cause i'm alright
Singing about it doesn't exclude me but if i keep quiet then all people see
Is compulsory white male superiority complex that's forced on me
Because i'm a he, because i'm a he
It's no good feeling guilty, it's what i am
But it's up to me to do what i can, by not being what i'm supposed to be
By fighting white male supremacy
By fighting government policy
By fighting bosses of companyies
By fighting fascist democracy
But not forgetting to look at me, no, not forgetting to look at me
Not forgetting to look at me, because i'm a he

(chorus)
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
L a u g h i n g laughing
L a u g h i n g laughing
Just when you figured it out someone lets you down
Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial?
No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts
Least of all this rock and roll, it's wannabee christs all dead and dying
Truth, get stomach and wings!
Mama cass carrion crow!
Pecking at the tongue of a still-warm body
Shut your mouth or laugh out loud
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing
(repeat chorus)
We haven't said a word
We haven't said a word
For a few brief words and a few short lines i was taken to the coliseum, fed to the lions. and lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! ow mate, can you spare some change? too much. are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? sometimes questions never get dropped. hey mick, are you dancing? i never stopped!
(repeat chours)
Does anybody remember laughter?

Blue-rinse sugar
Wipe-clean couple
Pinched last supper
Counting pretty penny
John betjeman
Some dead liar
Quiet pink picture
Under heavy manners
(chorus)
This is tearoom england
They'll kick your face in
So politely
This is tearoom england
They'll kick your face in
Oh so nicely
I want more!
No hurry
More!
So sorry
I want more!
Don't worry
More!
(repeat)
Bite-size china
Tea or tartar
Lipstick traces
Table set to bless
Sweet charity
Lukewarm whisper
Still-life platter
Under heavy manners
(repeat chorus)
No hurry
So sorry
Don't worry
(repeat)

The weekend booze-up, out with your mates
To the indian restaurant--open til late
Mugs out of nightclubs, hungry and cold
Last chance for action before they stagger home
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked
It's easy in numbers to make racist jokes
And you have to prove to everyone you're one of the blokes
No imagination, never stopped to think
A lack of respect, a bellyful of drink
Work, ties, empty minds.
Years of lies, dumb and blind
Caged, bound and ready to ruck
Crudely wrapped, fed, fucked

I heard that in the first world war
The soldiers called a truce
For a christmas game of football
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Instead of fighting their pointless war
Pointless war, pointless war, pointless war
A general later condemned the men
Said that "fraternizing with the enemy
Was an appalling breach of regulations"
So draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions
Draw your own conclusions

The new games tutor was like any other teacher
Same blatant ideology they're trying to install in you
At every opportunity they'd press us to compete
Taught to butt and how to kick and how to stamp on feet
How to punch, how to gouge when you're down in the scrum
"you've got to be ruthless if you want to be a winner, son"
If people get hurt as you battle to the top
Well, it's natural selection, it really can't be helped
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon
So never be afraid of some healthy competition
It'll never let you down
It's what capitalism is based upon so never be afraid
It'll never let you down

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world
A loose door-jamb, light left on
The oldest national lottery
Enter johnny-go-darkly
Come to spoil my party
Smell of feces lingers
Echo of light fingers
Cold comfort blankets
Steeped in creeping anger
Flatfoot comes poking
Compounding my misery
Grinding pestle and mortar
Adding insult to injury
If only this, if only that,
If only in my guts
See my life before my eyes
Trampled underfoot
(chorus)
Creepy crawling
(repeat)
All the creeps go creepy crawling
Same thing every night
How can stealing candy from a baby seem alright?
What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world
Corvino, carrion crow
Skulking with his mobile
Slippery peat-bog eyes
Stick-on smiley smile
Small print like quicksand
Not a wooden leg to stand on
Sinking through my stomach
The ground beneath me gone
Free-fall, call ophelia
Clutching at straw
Mixed with bloody feathers
From scruff of neck of crow
Johnny go! johnny gone!
Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum
See this finger, see this thumb
See this fist and watch it come
(chorus)

One
One day, one day of paradise
One day, one day of paradise
All truth is opinion, believe me
Discussion has become a privilege
Creativity is a salesman's pr exercise
Style is the new currency
Two
Two days, two days of paradise
Two days, two days of paradise
No-one is safe outside the shopping centres
Reality is just an mtv buzzword
We are all just a target audience
Bigger choice of identical things
Three
Three days, three days of paradise
Three days, three days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Four
Four days, four days of paradise
Four days, four days of paradise
Life is a metaphor for television
Ideas are now soundbites and they never bite back
Everything is ok at lies-r-us
Off-the-pog crowd control
Five
Five days, five days of paradise
Five days, five days of paradise
The community is now anti-social
Do it yourself is against the law
Poverty is a fashion statement
The alternative has become the mainstream
Six
Six days, six days of paradise
Six days, six days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy
Seven days, seven days of paradise
So much to buy, so much to buy

Outside the ground at luton town
A crazy opportunist has sprayed upon a wall
A simple proclamation for all to read
"revolution is a better game than football"

pontius pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line
We asked him to help but he just turned around
He's the leader of the union now
Leader of the union
All of our questions he ignored
He washed his hands and he dremt of his reward
A seat in the house of lords
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
We live for words and die for words
Principles we can afford
When all our brothers turn to lords
Whose side are you on
You tell the world your hands are tied
History three times denied
A sea of changes three miles wide
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
This conspiracy of shame
Murder by some other name
Play up and play the game
Whose side are you on
If any ask us why we died
We tell them that our leaders lied
Sold us out down the riverside
Whose side are you on
One by one the ships come sailing in
One by one the ships go sailing out
(repeat)

Come on baby, let's do the revolution
Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt
A picture of the band
And a ticket for the promised land
Watching all the bouncers
Systematically beating up the dancers
To the rhythm of a pocket of change
Here's the group with all the answers
Vote for the party and keep your mouth shut
Same chains of command
All the power taken out of our hands
Politics pays the piper in this company land
Come on baby, let's do the revolution
They say we'll all be equal
When they take control
Vote for the party and wallow in our rock and roll
Roadie! my guitar!

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away
Shake it, shake it
Shake this grown-up barbie doll of a day
Shake it, shake it
She gets hugh hefner, but she forgets the year
She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake the dirt from your hands now lisa marie
Shake it, shake it
Shaking up the family with pamela lee
Shake it, shake it
Shake this fear of getting nothing done
If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb
Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that they missed it, it's inevitable
Moribund music of the 70's
Let me feel it

Are you happy here in theme park uk/usa?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play?
And are the words to this song concise enough to follow?
Is your smart food simple enough to swallow?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can?
And is disneyland all we understand?
Will our history be written out in headlines?
Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here
I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch
C'mon man, we can talk about this
Ah, c'mon, i'm a girl, and i can still kick your ass
If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway?
What's the point of seventy years? absolutely pointless...
It's me trousers!
That's it

With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
Ooh mr. murdoch can i show you around?
A new religion, no beat no rhythm
Just wal-mart wall to wall
A kodak baby in the land of plenty
Honey, i blew up the world
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot

If i had the wings of an angel
The dirty black arse of a crow
I'd fly over bbc studios
And shit on the bastards below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below, below
Shit on, shit on, shit on the bastards below

The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be known
That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down
'twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from home
Was a terrible fellow and called irish thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill
And close to his elbow was placed bonny (?) will
Their instantly followed a numerous train
As cheerful as bold robin hood's merry men
Sworn to remedy a capital fault
And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt
From dudley to walso (?) they trippet (?) along
And hampton was truly alarmed at the throng
Women and children wherever they go
Shouting out 'oh the brave dudley boys! oh!'
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flattering design
Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get
Little else at their meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never carve
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve
Such other feelings in every land
Nothing necessities coal can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the year
When six penny loaves are three pound as up here

words on a postcards from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday

I'm a taxi driver
I'm a postal worker
I'm an office cleaner
I'm a striking docker
I'm a ballet dancer
I'm a zapatista
I'm a pop singer
I'm a winner

I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

I'm a brick player
I'm an ex-miner
I'm a single mother
I'm a bus driver
I'm a print worker
I'm a winner
I'm a winner, baby
I'm a winner, baby

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

Words on a postcards from far way
Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves draft on that saturday
Singning "here we go"

Ole, ole, ole, ole
Top of the world
I'm on top of the world

(i'm up, i'm down - i love what's not allowed

Come out of our corners
Keep moving, keep changing, start working together
We can change this world by changing ourselves
Make our hands one hand
Resist and realize
We are not isolated by distance
But by the fear of the consequences of honesty
Too scared to look inside ourselves
But eager to change the world
Never breaking the silence between you and me
We talk of universal peace
Whilst we fight internal wars
Ireland, el salvador, battles to win
But the real revolution starts within
All of our differences deep and wide
Are the differences that we build inside
(repeat as round)
And whilst we keep that space between us all
They keep invading and they keep control

Three steps forward, two steps back
Oblivious to all around
Psyching up for the big jump
Breathing getting deeper
Then charging down the track
Hitting the board just right
All that energy released
And now in perfect flight
That moment when all that training
Comes together perfectly
When nothing seems impossible
Just you, airborne and free

By building up the means for war, we thus preserve the peace
Such bullshit will prepare us for invasion from the east
And meanwhile, they're carving up the land
The anglo-american military have taken full command
It's keeping us fed we're consuming it all
Fat on its culture and military control
Preparing for war bit by bit
Whilst we're watching its telly and eating its shit
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out and we give our consent
They've got it all worked out for central america
They've got it all worked out for ireland
By sitting back and keeping silent we give them our consent
Born in the shadow of the usa
Taught the fundamental bullshit every day
Force fed on a diet of great british lies
Media distortions censor our minds
Passive spectators of royalty
Too diverted to care if we're free
Ici, bp, thorn emi
Red, white, and blue logos, british pride
With a big mac in one hand and a coke at our sides
We've accepted their culture and swallowed their lies
They've put up more fences, watched us and spied
And cleverly told us they've got nothing to hide
For too long we've watched them preparing for battle
But the fightback is started little by little
Kicking at the midst of passive defense
Refusing cruise means tearing down fences
At greenham and molesworth, fences you can see
But then there's all the barriers that are built around me
Political, economic, cultural, social
And people who live in glass houses
Shouldn't encourage others to throw stones
Let the glossy shop fronts know what to expect
And colonel sanders, you're next

Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling casey jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, charleton heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum

(intro)
There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that i know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests bless the wine
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet, she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
She's a have-not, she's a know-all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
Till the no-good gods are dead
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive
(chorus)
This is the girl who lost the house
Which paid to the man who put up the rent
And threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
At home among the lost-and-founds
(repeat chorus)
Here's the good samaritan
Looks away and carries on
(repeat chorus)
(repeat intro)
Thank you for every tree and flower
Thank you for every sky of blue
Thank you, i should be every hour
Truly thanking you

Chap. de terre... make the fighting... six...
Nadzeroon el babo
Last of the wizards
Living in his last retreat
Living in the retreating rain forests of
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
Dallemandia africa
If we are to believe the forestry corporation
Nadzeroon was your typical pessimistic stick
Stuck in mud
Wood a piece of
Give his opinion
Mind, when you asked
'listen, peep. i'm not your wizard. your wizards, magicians, and kings live out there--bank managers, bureaucrats, and generals. look around you, see what they do to the forest. we have ourselves, peep, and each other, and that's all. this earth belongs to us as to everyone, and it's up to us to stand our ground like the giant mahogany, where our roots draw most strength. the forest needs me, peep, i cannot come with you. return to scare city, and there you will find the moneylith where man and his kind worships. only you can know what to do. share your knowledge, you'll find a way. peoplekind be with you. farewell.'

I'm out in the country for a walk one day
I get the urge and i've got to go
I look around, make sure no one's around
I pull down my pants and i face the ground
I think, well, we all go to the toilet
Just like we've got to eat
We don't eat--it's called starvation
We don't babber--constipation

There's a hole in your knickers, dear calvin
Dear calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole
Now let's see what happens with ba-ba-black sheep
Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool?
Dramatic!

Remember mexico '86?
"dirty" diego, the saint and greaves
All covering up the cracks of an economic crisis
What the cameras don't show the viewers won't notice
Earthquake victims still in shacks
And 5,000 steelworkers given the sack
The protestors demanding beans not goals
The reality hidden as the spectacle prevails
Create a diversion, hide the real poverty
With pockets full of money, with stomachs still empty

Too many crap programs
With too many adverts
Too much matthew engel bullshit
And not enough dirt
Media and programs
All dull and mundane
How to fill up space
When you've nothing left to say
So rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Oh, rip it up and start it again!
Rip it up and start it again!
Fingerpost! terrace talk! wise men say!
Elmsie ender! the absolute game!
Not the view! off the ball! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when sunday comes
Kick up the r's! northern light! city gent!
Voice of the valley! the crooked spirite!
Eagle eye! and the pie! i could go on and on
But i've just bought the latest when saturday comes

C'mon
Norman rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs
They're just digging up the cellar floor
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I'm the girl from stars in their eyes but i walked into a life of crime
Now i turn water into corporate pop, and danbert is a friend of mine
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I feel sick
C'mon
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say i'm nasty mean but i'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing

All gathered 'round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks
Binoculars, poised, ready to use
Watching, waiting, there it goes!
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
The aspiring middle classes
They want to shake the golfer's hand
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
But the golfer is busy watching
As his ball lands in the sand

Business bought the athletes out
With gold medals and role models
Drugs and media and national pride
Why join in when you can watch it on tv?
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Staggering through mud and peat
Gasping breaths and sucked-in cheeks
Bogs like lead to clutch your feet
Through the rivers, over peaks
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Studmarks next to summit heather
Everything suddenly comes together
No audience viewing-figures
Just you against yourself
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!

Thirty years of the same old shit
Of music, money, hit after hit
Smiles, lies, sales, walls
That's thirty years of rock and roll
They changed it's name once or twice
Get rebellious with a company deal
Business thrives where honesty fails
Contracts? con tricks!
Sing revolution, wait 'til it starts
One eye on the bank account, one on the charts
Government-sponsored rebellion--buy it!
A bit more product to keep us quiet!
Shhh
Product sells, people die
Same revolution, wrapped in lies
In these sexist, drugged-up, rock and roles
The biggest prizes to the biggest fools
Ask the puppet-masters who pull the strings
'who makes the money when the puppets sing?'
Ask the corporations
'where does the money go?'
Ask the empty-bellied children
'tell me what are we singing for?'
Until we pull down the walls
It'll stay the same
Until we find something new
Make it change
I know there most be more
So what are we singing for?
These puppets, underneath the skin, have the same problems as you and me--they want to be loved, don't know where to begin. just a wall's width away, but impossible to get close. offstage, with nothing to hide behind, the puppets are running away. and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves... and meanwhile, we're running away from ourselves...
If our music makes you happy or content
It has failed
If our music entertains, but doesn't inspire
It has failed
The music's not a threat
Action the music inspires can be a threat!
I know there must be more...

Creation, not so much out of the blue as
Once upon a time there was a pile of brown
And out of that brown grew pips and seeds
And worms crawled from out of that brown
And life flourished and multiplied, multiplied
And pips and seeds grew into plants and trees
And bore fruit which was easten by wormkind
And worms grew wings or fins or arms and legs
And grew into animalkind, animalkind
And creatures walked the earth
And fish swam in the sea
And birds flew in between trees
That's how we came to be
And pips and seeds were returned to the earth
Along with a generous helping of brown
And life continued to grow and flourish
From brown to green, from green to brown
Like, like the seasons
And was regenerating, always regenerating
The earth was everybody's home
Every being was free to grow and roam
Their roots were everywhere and everything
All dependent on each other for existing
Existing as one
Whole earth catalogue
Existing as one
Big happy family
Existing as one
Web of destiny
Existing as one
Earth, together

For twenty years graham hill
Risking life and limb
Drove the circuits of the world
And they said it would kill him
"going so fast is a fine way to win
But one crash could make a mockery of that famous cheeky grin"
As irony would have it
Years after he retired
The light aircraft he was piloting
Exploded, and he died

I'm not alone, you're not alone
You see me, you hear me
There are millions think just like me

'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
Sick and tired of irish jokes
He said farewell to all his folks (bye bye)
Left his home to have some fun
Packed his clothes and a gatling gun
Secretly, with ill intent
Into the house of parliament
Where politicians sit and croak (hear hear)
Inventing all those racist jokes
He pulls the gun out from his coat
And loudly shouts out 'here's my vote!'
'have you heard the one about the irishman?'
'...he had the last laugh.'

There's pedal bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around
I ride my little bicycle, i ride it to the top
No red lights or traffic signs to tell me when to stop
There's racing bikes and motor bikes
And now they're riding mountain bikes
Up and down and out of town
Over, under, through, around

The plantations in ex-colonial governmant land where 'empire made' had given way, with the years, to the more subtle multinational approach.
Now look, first we forget the tueweekie beans and scrap these little plots here. and we can take a road right through and start planting sugar cane all the way up to that hillside.
But what are we gonna eat, boss?
Ah, you'll think of something. i mean, when we cut that forest down there, within a year or two we can double the size of the plantation.
But we can't just live off sugar daddy?
'course you can. i mean back home where i come from the folks live off the stuff.
But boss, we can't afford coca cola, never mind all this fancy processing biz.
Well look, no, look. think of it as in investment, cash crops, you see. you grow the sugar, we send it to the dear old folks back home. who come up with the readdies, and we give you some bread on the deal.
But boss, there's people starving to death out here.
Well, between me and you nigger boy, there's too many of 'em anyway.

I got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
I'm skating down the street
With my trucks all new
Here comes the nme
Coming into view
Looking for a gimmick
That it can screw
"you've got a skateboard
Oo-ee-oo!
Do you like the stupids?
Can we interview you?
What kind of fancy tricks
Do you do?
Are those original
All-star shoes?"
Now it's not a sport
It's a saleable craze
They're screwing us over
In a million ways
"sign on the dotted line
You know it pays"
Who wants a skateboard?
I'm giving mine away

This is for gary bushell
I'm thick (repeat)

But we spread more disease than all of the insects
By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact
When we shit on people we are shit on in return
So we put out more shit we think we've nothing left to learn
We keep on spreading more disease than all of the insects
And after the people had built scare city high in the food mountains, the advertising men moved into the plush concrete drawing offices and started juggling around with ideas, and they came up with a concept and the concept was this: need is an anagram of eden. so they marketed need, shit for every occassion, replacing our real needs with a craving for the purified packaged shit. waste product. waste became the product.
Coca cola is drunk two hundred and fifty million times a day in a hundred and forty five different countries. they can shift shit anywhere they want, when they want. anywhere, any time, they can shift it. yeah, eighteen million children starved to death last year. they can't shift food because it's not fucking profitable.

Away from work finding peace
With a swing on the seventeenth lined with trees
You're out playing golf for the day
Hoping that with a bit of luck
Someone will study a chemistry book
And blow up the office while you're away

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock
She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot
The fridge was bare, the dog was bones
Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls
Mary, mary, she went up the wall
And she kissed bye bye to the holiest joe
Played the wild rover and climbed on board
Says, 'it's all that the lady of the manor can afford'
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Meet miss morrissey, fingers light
She lifted up his hat and he wept all night
She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines
The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine
Candid camera on every bloody wall
All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all
Fill those pockets and lift that grail
Lead me into temptation, girls
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
Everything i do, i do it for you. everything i do is driven by you. driven by you? you don't have a clue. i make your songs better and you always try to sue! money, money, money--it's gone to your head. i sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'. dead? huh! you're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. new kids, minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads. then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the beatles and stones--who made their music first?
All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'
Wicked ladies, malicious intent
Your honor, i was only trying to pick it up for lent.
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
Does the driver wanna wee wee?
'cause we want to wee wee too!
Why waste change, why change the habit
If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it
Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in england's piped ceramic malls
By the dickens and the devil's daughter
Bingo full house everyone's a winner
The lady works in mysterious ways
All because the lady loves christmas every day
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder
(repeat)
You can make a living sometimes plundering
(repeat)
Too late
(repeat)
Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs

Heysel stadium, it's easy to remember
How the game continued despite the disaster
"with all those millions of viewers, we've got to carry on
It would be financial suicide to stop at this point."
And there's a ready-made scapegoat, ready to blame
Hooligans fighting, ruining the game
Ignoring the bad planning and cramming-in of fans
Right next to each other in crumbling stands
Putting money before safety caused those deaths
Whilst greedy bosses in their boxes shout and turn red
"get those bodies back the full ten yards!
They're covering up the advertising boards!"

British champion for fifty years
Easily beats all his challengers
Bored of always being the best
He'd rather be like all the rest
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches
Now with pressure from above
He was forced to carry on
"you're the best, don't you want to win?"
To which he replied with a cheeky grin
"i'm bored of always being the best
I'd rather be like all the rest!"
Desmond rebelled, now he plays for fun
He loses a game now and then
He enjoys it, though, playing for pleasure
Without the competition, without the pressure
Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes
Missing the table and losing matches

Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Another white boy band
They're happy on demand
Everything is planned
Until the singer gets a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? this could get to be a habit
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
I'm going out of my head
Inside a t.a.z.
You won't catch me living or dead
On the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Guess what? the hollywood a-list
Guess what?
Come and get your arse kissed
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
Guess what? i'm with stupid
Guess what? 'cause i'm with you
(repeats)
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)

In the event of something happening to me
There is something i would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that i knew
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed
Thinking those that once existed must be dead?
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones
In the event of something happening to me
There is something i would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that i knew
Have you seen my wife, mr. jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, mr. jones

I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer when we come back

Everybody's looking for a one way system
As if there's only one way out of this prison
Everybody's looking for that one piece of wisdom
As if there's just one answer to all of our problems
And the biggest one way of all the one ways
The central circulating shit
Is m o n e y, oh why?
Why oh why, oh my oh my, all mine
They steal our lives and sell them back to us
And palm us off with the freedom of choice
The choice of a million and one lifestyles
Built on a billion and one false smiles
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
And life giving pills, philosophies, and products
All of which claim to be the one for us
All mine, mine, make it mine, make it worth my while
Make it worth my while, and maybe then i'll think about it
Make it worth my while, and i'll see what i can do.

Matador impaled upon the horns of the beast
Tossed and flipped, a sequined rag-doll
This frightened, tortured, mutilated animal
Has got it's own back once and for all
I saw the picture in the newspaper
And all i could think was, "ol

In '36 the world's teams
Played up, played up, and played the game
Runners, jumpers, footballers
All sieg-heilling the fuhrer
Not so the black americans
Who, point-blank, refused
And on returning home from this precedent
Were refused a meeting with the president

The saturday afternoon tradition
Three falls and one submission
Boston crab and half-nelson
Bouncing around for television
Learn the moves and collect your pay
I'll be the one they boo today
Nothing at all to do with sport
Just cheap entertainment, of sorts

Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Bowled out of favor when the paceman move in
As pitches got faster with no turn or spin
"bowl faster, bowl at him, bowl bodyline
If we can't get him out, we'll make him retire!"
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the chinaman go?
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Who still bowls a googly in this day and age?
When bouncers and beamers are all the rage
Forced to take guard with helmet and visor
Awaiting the arrival of slazenger armor
Where did the googly go?
Where did the googly go?
Bring back the chinaman
Bring back the googly
And long live dicky bird

At the beach, pressure's on
Dad in trunks and vest
Four years old, today's the day
He gives me my big test
Picking up a beach ball
Red, green, yellow, blue
He throws it at my feet
Wonders what i'll do
Do i kick it back?
Beautifully struck!
He's dying to get his son
Into a football strip
Or run away to build a castle
And precipitate the end
Of our relationship

Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb!
Me 'n' audrey gonna sing it for ya
Smart bomb!
A headache pill to die for
Smart bomb!
From all participating stores
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
Shine on me o benign virus
Smart bomb!
Uranium from arms-r-us
Smart bomb!
Here's something for your first-born
Smart bomb!
George bush junior, sing-along
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay for each cup?
Yep.
Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut?

Oh, where are you now george?
Now that wingers have been laid to rest
And shirts have adverts across their breast
And it's all about who's the richest
Where are you now george?
With those boots that laced up the side
And that irish shirt that you wore with pride
And that picture of you with mike summerbee and bride
Oh, where are you now george?
I dreamed of you dribbling past city's back four
And leaving joe corrigan fumbling on the floor
And the stretford end singing "more! bestie! more!"
Where are you now george?
In a boutique down carnaby street?
Or gambling on the horses at an aintree meet?
Oh where oh where are those magic feet?
I know where you've been
On granada every week
I want you to come back to me
And have you seen george oghani
And charlie george?

In ignorance, i still assumed this body was mine, that i could choose. i had faith for charity and understanding sympathy. but no, we're seen as baby machines. face judge, jury, and male gps, fo
Uilty, careless, callous, cold, and told the things we're always told by the gentle, prime-time moralist on national daily news, with persuasive smile he'll take away a woman's right to choose. they say the lord giveth, and the lord taketh away. but not beyond the eighteenth week if alton has his way.
'have you considered what you're going to lose? do you realize what you're asking me to do? are there medical reasons? and, oh, by the way, you know we can't help you unless you pay?'
Desperation and a waiting list. you don't count blessings, just weeks missed. problems are beginning to show. it's so impersonal, so painfully slow.
'do you know what you'll put my conscience through? do you know just how few women are as lucky as you? no, the delay's not deliberate. it just takes time. and maybe by then you'll have changed your mind.'
A history of desperation, of old wives' tales, from jumping down off ladders to using knitting needles. from gin baths, to a punch in the guts--sometimes it would work, mostly it just hurt. that these laws are to protect us is another moral con. how do they protect the given rights of any woman? they'll drive us on the back-streets, demand won't go away. we'll bleed, we'll die, because we couldn't pay. this bill will make us victims--it's we who should decide. we want control of our bodies and our lives. alton, don't feel too safe behind your man-made laws. laws can be broken as easily as bones. steal from one, and you steal from us all, and laws like yours will make re-sisters of us all!

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
There's a wonderful world you can share
But only if you're stinking rich enough
Martini people are happy people
They always smile because they're getting paid
To sing and dance and have parties in the south of france
Wouldn't you do the same, if you got the chance?
Uncork the speedboat from the bottle and be whisked away
From reality today, to packaged dreamland uk
From the tv screen to the sunday magazine
Fancy cigarette packets, dead animal jackets
From the big flashy car which runs on british petroleum
From bp's investments in australia in uranium
Dinner is served!

This is the good ship lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship
I elect me the captain
This is the loneliest voyage
I've ever been on
Up in the crow's nest
Over there! i see land!
First mate? there is no first mate
This is the good ship lifestyle
(chorus)
Sail away from the world
Sail away from the world
So steer a course
A course for nowhere
And drop the anchor
My little empire
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I'm going nowhere
This is the good ship lifestyle
I fly my very own flag
Tv dinners for one
At the captain's table
Repel all boarders
Draw the curtains tighter
Where's the crew? there is no crew
This is the good ship lifestyle
(repeat chorus)

At farnley park cricket ground there's a sycamore tree
And it stands thirty feet inside the boundary
I think that someone slapped a preservation order on the tree
So it's good the players don't take the game too seriously
Now there are no advertising boards to get in the way
And no computer scoreboard, hip, hip, hooray
Just an old bloke and a stubby pencil end
Who misses a run or two now and again
You see he's too busy looking at the sycamore tree
He says, "it's all part of the game"
And i agree

You noble diggers all stand up now, stand up now
You noble diggers all stand up now
The wasteland to maintain sin (?) cavaliers by name
Your digging does maintain and persons all defame
Stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down stand up now, stand up now
Your houses they pull down, stand up now
Your houses they pull down to fright your men in town
But the gentry must come down and the poor shall wear the crown
Stand up now diggers all
With spades and hoes and plows stand up now, stand up now
With spades and hoes and plows, stand up now
Your freedom to uphold sin (?) cavaliers are bold
To kill you if they could and rights from you to hold
Stand up now diggers all
The gentry are all round stand up now, stand up now
The gentry are all round stand up now
The gentry are all round on each side the are found
Their wisdom so profound to cheat us of our ground
Stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now stand up now
The lawyers they conjoin stand up now
To rescue they advise, such fury they devise, the devil in them lies
And hath blinded both their eyes
Stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now, stand up now
The clergy they come in stand up now
The clergy they come in and say it is a sin
That we should now begin our freedom for to win
Stand up now diggers all
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now stand up now
'gainst lawyers and 'gainst priests stand up now
For tyrants they are both, even flat against their oath
To grant us they are loathe free meat and drink and cloth
Stand up now diggers all
The club is all their law, stand up now stand up now
The club is all their law, stand up now
The club is all their law, to keep all men in awe
That they no vision saw to maintain such a law
Stand up now diggers all

Another sunday match again
Another merseyside clash again
It's the 36th this season
By my calculations
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground
For the character and determination
In the face of bankruptcy
For the passion and dedication
Despite the threat of the vauxhall league
And the stands may be empty
And the bank account too
But there's something in my stomach
Says they'll always pull through
That's when i made the decision
To stay in the lower divisions
Travelling from town to town
Hopping round from ground to ground

And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
Below suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
And all i know
Is guilt for being different
It's always raining stones
There's a killer in the home
In a small town
Everybody looks the same
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(chorus)
I have to leave somehow
Before they run me out of town
I have to leave somehow
And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless
Poison arrows
To ruin your tomorrows
There are unwritten rules
Unspoken words
Should i pack my fear and go?
(repeat chorus)

Listen, peep
Don't you worry
Peoplekind be with you all the way
I say farewell now, peep, ok
If we hurry we might just save our day
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
Give them a piece of your peace of mind
And tell them love from peoplekind
(repeat)

Chapt. two - guess who? manfred the great
The great king bashed down his goblet on the oaken table as kings do when they want more wine. everyone was silent. 'minstrel the noise of chattering women grates on my ears. play me some music,' he bellowed.
A fairy tale handed down
I believed it, didn't we all
A man, a hero, walks on to the scene
Unquestionably good at everything
First he does battle with various creatures
Which compared to his goodness are evil monsters
Having made dragons extinct forever
He murders a couple of the castle guards
He enters the castle quite unnoticed
And tells the girl he'll be back for her
'and so i shall make her mine forever'
But runs into trouble and is taken prisoner
Is taken to the big bad, bad, bad, baddy
Baddy tells hero how goodness is finished
And has him strapped up to a slow-death device
But he escapes as the rope starts to burn through
The blade crashes down on the block where his head was
With a sword from the wall he finishes the castle guards
A lamp gets knocked over in the panic and a fire starts
A race against time to rescue the princess
To get past the baddy to get out of the castle
Out of the window where the horses are waiting
The couple ride off and the whole place goes up in flames

Michaelangelo was a genius
Artist, architect, physician
The darling of the florentine scene
Inventor, scientist, mathematician
But less well-known are his regular stints
With florence football club
A renaissance soccer player
Good with either foot
A world-class all-rounder
Up front, midfield, in goal
He was great with a pencil or a surgeon's knife
But he was better with a ball

We support all forms of resistance against this racist system

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One, two, three years later
Complacency sets in
He patiently sits in
Watching the telly
Thursday to thursday
Radio turnsday (?)
Can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop
Can't make friends if you haven't got money
Stop
Squandering money [?] nowadays
Stop
You can't do nothing if you haven't got money
Stop

And so in the tradition of manfred the great
The people built the glorious vision in his name
Great britain they called it, a land for heroes
A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of eden
The garden of eden, levelled to the ground
And concreted over, re-built from scratch
With i.c.i. man-made fibres, they made their paradise out of plastic
But our world is cracked and it's showing through
The plastic backed cello-taped superglue
The paper money and the patched up lies
The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide
That all the king's horses and all the king's men
Will never stick our world together again
With their plastic, sticky-backed, red-taped lies,
And all the paper money they exchange for our lives
Think about it, our world, all the ecological catastrophes
They're happening all at once, at the same time now
Mankind to the rescue, i ask you why?
To him tomorrow is just another fucking day fucking up the earth
Filling his fat silver-lined pockets full
So please listen, dear peoplekind
See the reason that minkind won't save the earth
Cos there's no money in it for him, it's not worth his while
It's up to us
It's up to us
It's up to us, each and every one of us

Na then!
Get another drink!
And get yourself sat down
We'll have a game of shave ha'penny
And loser gets next round
Get another drink!
And get your arrows out
We'll have a game of 501
And mine's a pint of stout
So get another drink!
And you've got two shots
And now i can't remember
Who's the stripes and who's the spots
So get another drink!
I can't make it the bar
Too much sport you understand
And too much beer
I'll sithi!

The millionaires are closing ranks
Tax-dodging in the race to the bank
Listen for the slamming of the stable doors
After the horse has bolted
Trapped fingers, and someone's to blame
The jockey club is tightening the reins
All the wealth and power
Owned by a handful of people
With yts workers
In the star-studded stables
I have no sympathy for the inland revenue
But lester piggot, i'm glad they caught you

For someone to drop that bomb
Somebody else must do research for to enable the design of such deadly bombs
Somebody else must invest in manufacturing all those dirty fucking stinking bombs
Somebody else must obey without question the instructions to construct that dirty bomb
Somebody else must transport it, take the bomb from, from the factory to the market place
Somebody else must engender filthy attitudes which make making bombs acceptable
Somebody else must go to work to, to pay income tax so that governments can afford to buy bombs
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and for who
Somebody else, could it be you, think about what you do and to whom
Give and take, give up your job, take some time today
Because the world needs you

Welcome to never mind the ballots. the phone lines are now open. if you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three two seven seven nine six four three
You want jobs? i've got jobs!
Hospitals? top of my list!
Tax cuts and platform shoes
For every small businessman
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote
Schools, prisons? of course we'll build them!
Condoms for the american gis!
Nuclear reactors breed like rabbits
Police oppression? you can have it, sir!
Just give me your vote
Put your cross in the box
Hello, we've got our first caller. you're name's martin. hello martin. you listened to our stated policy. well martin to tell you the truth i couldn't agree with you more. it's outrageous, disgusting. but unlike my colleague on my right, we're the party who say what we do, do what we say. you can bank on us martin.
Good evening, shirley. i'm so glad that you've rung. the matter is as dear to me as it is to you. give me four years and i'll get right down to it. because unlike my little balding colleague on my left, we don't make promises we can't keep.
You still there, martin? good, just one more thing. give us your vote
You want houses? see me afterwards
Want my autograph? see my bodyguard
Pre-election budget handouts
You want a war? no problem!
Just give me your vote
Just give me your vote

Margaret thatcher lives in ronald reagan's underpants
She's been there for eight years cooking up her plan
To make the uk like big brother usa
Where selfmade men run everything and this is what they say
"once upon a time, we had an idea
Mr big thought it was a damn good idea
Together we made the idea strong
And before too long they could do no wrong
As the idea grew, the number of poeple who dug our idea grew too
We had a graphic designed who know just what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is the "gee, i'll die for my country" mentality
That made it all possible
Our history, made from other people's misery
Our history, built on other people's poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that includes us lads
The myth that we've got a rocket down our pants
When i was ten years old i was bought and sold
On films, tv, books, and comics pushing myths about mr. big
Rock it!
"to be someone in this world you gotta have a big, big penis. not much else matters, just as long as you got a wapping great wanger. the bigger it is, the bigger you are, and you gotta use it!"
Mr big's the bigger it is the more power it packs
Mr. big's shiny prick nuclear dick
How do we measure up to it?
At the age of twelve i thought to myself,
"it's gonna grow"
For the next seven years i kept a check of things down below
It didn't grow
Now look at me on the front of this record
Admittedly it's not erect
But even allowing for exaggeration there's no comparison with
This microphone, sylvester stallone
Electric guitars, sports cars
Errol flynn, jimmy hill's chin
Stars and stripes and rubber pipes
F-111 bombers and the contras
Post office tower penis power
Muscles and sweat cigarettes
Ronald reagan's smile cruise missiles
Fourteen, fifteen, going on sixteen
No growth down below if you know what i mean
I kept it very quiet, i felt a lot embarrassed
I didn't like going in public toilets
At school i skipped showers
The state separatism of an all-boys school
I couldn't relate to girls, there were different rules
I just wanted to kiss girls, put my hand up their dress
They did right not to like it, 'cause women are not fuckin' objects
Like with anything else which we keep to ourselves
We end up taking it out on somebody else
It becomes a big thing without being big at all
I felt very inadequate, confused, and small
We hide our feelings, our flesh and our blood
Start putting out mr. tough
To be larger than life, more than just flesh and blood
Like the dickheads at shool, at gigs and in pubs
We pretend it doesn't hurt as we beat each other up
In our confusion we want to be more than flesh and blood
Like the good guys on tv, we pretend to have no feelings
It's easier to avoid the emotional scenes
So when it comes to our lives we do not see who we're hurting
Like the good guys on tv we don't know our own feelings
All i needed was demystification
And it's as simple as this
We're flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
I say, i say, i say, what's the biggest idea in the world today?
Us losing sight of feeling reality, instead, putting our faith in democracy
Churchill died in 1965, but god and country survived
As a lad i was full of it, it took me twenty years to see through it
The state freedom which keeps us in our place
Which keeps us blind to how governments operate
And gives us war to cover our insignificance
And gives thatcher what she wanted
A vote of thanks, victory for britain, oppression with a smile
Everybody's happy, the union jack's on the jack again over port stanley
Young growing lads are watching every move
To see how they measure up
Growing up confused, like i did
'cause their minds are being messed up
The pretending becomes the reality as we turn out the lights
Turn on the power and fuck the consequences
The reality of rape and violence
From the bedrooms to the backstreets
And the mass-manufactured murder
From the boardrooms to the battlefields
The reality of their freedom
Behind the smiles, the lies, the celebrations
The price of trying to forget ourselves
Trying to hide but still being racked with pain
Such is the life they would have us lead
To kill or be killed for their idea
Where's the freedom, i ask, in being told what to do?
And living in constant fear?
If we're ever gonna change this thing
We've got to try and find a way from within
Within our heads, amidst our own confusion there must be something
Something real, a feeling which is not for sale
Which they can't drown
A love for each other, and a will to resist the people who will try to keep us down
Like northern ireland, nicaragua, grenada, libya
The free world penis power intervention is so similar
Where flesh and blood and feeling people
Fighting for their lives, trying to resist
Are tortured and killed by democracies and labelled terrorists
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
Peoplekind just trying to find some sense in all of this mess
Something real, a feeling which will never be for sale
A love for each other, a will to resist those who will build our prison walls
Flesh and blood and feelings, nothing more and nothing less
(repeat and fade)

Cut and clipped to make you sleek
Whipped and brushed from stall to track
Laden down with heavy pack
Or carrying rider on your back
And finally your neck is broken
Pushed too hard at beeches brook
I'll bet, i'll bet
Thirteen to one
Thirteen to one
And the damage done

Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but i'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? you make too much money buddy?

Most of us who have watched the scenes on television have only the highest praise for the police. they indeed have kept the right of miners to go to work open, and they've done it marvelously. t
Lice have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. our institutions of justice, the courts, and the police, require the unswerving support of every law-abiding citizen. i think it totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... totally and utterly false... to cast a slur on the police and the superb way in which they have handled this dispute. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. the police have been wonderful. if there are individual complaints about policemen, there's a well-established machinery to pursue them, and that is why british justice is renowned across the world. it seems that there are some who are out to destroy any properly elected government--they are out to br
Ing down the framework of law. that is what we have seen in this strike.

Full employment, slave labor, and schemes
An unemployed workforce, the capitalist's dream
But lets keep britain working--either way we must keep britain working
Conventional weapons to kill people nicely
Nuclear weapons to keep the peace
But weapons definitely--either way we must defend ourselves
Nationalization, with one big boss
No, privatization, with lots of little bosses
But someone in control, of course, either way there must be someone giving orders
(chorus)
A toast to democracy
The prison guard of this society
Sides in the voting game
Disappear into the same machine
The same machine
A toast
To us bases and nuclear weapons
To stopping pickets pulling down fences
To the british troops in northern ireland
To the wonderful victory in the falklands
To the plastic bullet and the riot police
To the udm, to the tuc
To isolating gays and to law and to order
To richer bosses, to poorer workers
(repeat chorus)
To longer hours and to less pay
To the courts for those who get in our way
To the beating of people who step out of line
To the use of troops to break a strike
To the expulsion of extremists and political witch hunts
To repatriation, to benefit cuts
To peaceful settlements, and to no strike agreements
To authority, to power, to governments
One, two, three
To the annual rise in the mp's wage
To vested interests, to privilege
To the party who wins the next election
By definition a victory to capitalism

Chap aged twenty-three
Some pieces of my mind
I can be so happy just lying down
Back to the brown, looking up at the stars
On a clear summer's night i can think wow!
Well, i don't even have to think it, i just feel it
But i can be sad, so fucking sad
Lying on my side on my bed staring into space
And i can think, what a hassle what a bastard
What a load of shit life is
Life is wonderful, so intricate yet simple
It truly amazes me
How poeple like me confuse and abuse it
When really it's so precious to me
But i hold on, i hold on for dear life
To my fears as much as i do my hopes
I get bogged down and i dissappear
At times like this i just can't see very clear
Clearly a wise person once said to me
Life is, and that is all there is
To it, t'woo to it, t'woo
That's all there is to it, you twit
And so my lifes goes on, and on, and on, and on
Like i said, earlier on, it's really so precious to me
And that's the way it is, and that's the why i'm here
And it's worth shouting about, and this is how it sounds
And it's as simple as this, i just want to be loved
Same as anybody else, i just want to be loved

Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me where you've been?
I've been down to london town to pay a visit to the queen.
Oscar wilde, oscar wilde, can you tell me what you saw?
I saw the queen and all her coutiers cooking up new laws;
I saw the corridors of power, with closets wall-to-wall;
And i saw the truth, the truth, behind the emperor's new clause!
So you burn the books, and close your eyese to every other possibility-- you got to keep your job for collaborating with the enemy. you keep throwing stones though your house is made of glass; you've helped to make mccarthyism popular, at last.
Blessed are the moralists, the judges, the patriarchs. blessed are the gutter-press, the aids-joke comedians. praise to the guilt-mongerers, the fear-builders, the sin-fetishists.
Glory, glory, halleluia, his truth is marching on
One in ten driven underground, divisions getting wider. hide your inclination behind a straight face and a bible. third reich morality, and if the cap doesn't fit, there's a designer label for hypocrites.
Here comes the officer, knocking on your door. he's got a care order in the pocket of his uniform. where's radclyffe hall? now is the time to tear up clause 29!
Here comes the preacher checking your soul. too late sir, i'd rather fall. we'll eat your bread and we'll drink your wine, and still tear up clause 29! here comes the judge, hammer in hand, but we've all gone deaf to bigots' commands. our justice will cross the thin blue line and tear up clause 29!
Here comes a brick, heading your way. a concrete opinion says all i want to say. save your own soul, mine will be fine, once we've shredded clause 29.

Watch ben johnson on tv
Or try to beat your own pb
The choice is yours
You decide
Get square eyes
Or get outside!

From coca-cola to tv politics
Cruise missiles to chicken-in-buckets
From words and images to advertising
From colonel sanders to cop-car sirens
And now the american football circus
More showbiz sport come to plague us
Plastic pitches, plastic tradition
Another part of the us invasion