Middle Class Revolt

Tell of the birth
Tell how war appeared on earth


Musicians with gongs
Permeate the autobahns
Foetus of disgusting breath

And she split the egg
Cast a spell and war was born

Come follow me
Out of the obscurity
Pilgrims in songs
Swamp the empty aerodrome
Kalashnikovs but no houses
Women at the double, march
No food for the spouses
They wait for the us drop
Russians sit back and laugh

While war casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks

She cast a spell
Split an egg and war was born
And pillage hopes with gusto
Even though they have no nerve
And she does just look on
And war does what she has to


War does what she has to
People get what they deserve

No need to be down-hearted,
There must be 10 ways to leave your man.
Don't be broken-hearted,
There are many ways to leave your man,
Leave your man. x3

You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.

Don't be disconcerted,
There must be 15 ways to leave your man.
Soon you will discover you are no longer undercover.


Break! now! fly direct! post office box!

You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into complete disorder.
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.

But don't be disconcerted,
There are 8 ways to keep your man.
Don't be down-hearted,
There are 15 ways to leave your man.
Don't be too disconcerted,
Use all 15 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man.
16 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man,
Leave your man.

You must retreat into mysticism
To find an origination.
Locate the base enclave,
Surmount all obstacles.

Heinz is guilty,
He says "look, i let the shot go by accident. i'm a black belt."
His face is full of ex ex ex ex-cruelty. guilt.
Blue-eyed. a caring sharing man.
Embarrass them into extinction.

Must he retreat into mysticism,
Or locate the base and climb?
Surmount all obstacles.
Progress.

It must have taken [...]
Hours and hours, that
What an interesting article
Das judy und das judy
Are the cobwebs on your kitchen cuticles

Heinz is guilty
On the borders of your imagination.

Jp: craig, you've been to see manchester city. how was it?

Cs. er, grim.

Jp: grim? really? well once again, you see, because people always assume that i've got loads of technology available to me here and lots of people rushing about giving me bits of paper like they
N television. in fact i'm just watching the television so erm...

Cs: [...]

Jp: oh right yeah. okay go on, tell us all about it

Cs: well i mean the first half we were all over them. it's a typical city game, y'know. ye were like totally outplayed, and they're rubbish anyway, west ham, it's got to be said. [.. .] but erm
Were all over them in the first half and i don't know what he puts in the tea in the second half but erm we were like kinda zombies when we came back on. there weren't any good players apart fr
Rocastle which i thought was <cut>

Jr: [...] that one little thing where he sort of...

......

Cs: yeah we do we play lots of football, loads of passing, they play too much football, they're just kind of er. . . everyone's like looking for a passing opportunity rather than like a scoring
Tunity.

Jp: not going to go down though, are they, craig?

Cs: er.. .i don't know. everyone else in er. .. everyone else thinks we're gonna go down but they've just like suddenly come out of closets, y'know, they've like discovered their grandfather was
Nited fanfar.

Jp: right

Cs: ...some years back it's like the whole of manchester at the moment anyway

Jp: i was told you see, i was always told er the conventional wisdom was that .... <cut> that isn't the case any more.

Cs: well the true mancunian is the man city fan, i find.

Jr: (laughs)

Cs: i mean they're all reds really aren't they and er. . . <cut>

What upsets you really is that the training that you must have in discussion at your own level regarding the existence of god is far greater than everybody that's ringing in tonight.

Dictum: vestige of the euro-bore
Random
It's a good life bowing to a tyrant

Gone
Christian gang chants sweet
Regional
Keep your head down for the moment

(that now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, europe)

Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller

Must we base ourselves again into organic mud?
You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any yobs

(.....catalonian)

It's january 20th
Euro-bore i support media
Keep olympic bidding

City dweller
Backwards
More than you can ever know
Mr cab driver
What do you want
Mr cab driver

City dweller

This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average
Cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull
Dull

Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom

Get out of my city
You mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller

They should remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
City dweller
Cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver
Oh mr cab driver

(he's up there now, listening to us, i know he is)

Why do you leave a a poxy card?
Oh mr cab driver

What do about it?

Too much to drink
Too many dugs
Too much sex
Too young

Not up to much
She's imitative
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live
Her mind is in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses

She's oedipus
Not up to much
She gets the check
For car tax

She is oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered
Thanks


Too much warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
A body map

Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered thanks
Too much warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
Body map

Her mind's in pieces
Her ballroom days are deceased

Love's boat is smashed
Against existence
She got set walking
Walking irritant
Not up to much
Not up to much
And love's boots
Smashed against existence
Got set to walking
Irritant
She's imitiative
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
Not up to much
Not up to much
She's not up to much

-a 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]
-a 500 dollar bottle of wine
-that's all we get for being with him all the time


I give them a 500 bottle of wine
That's all they get most of the time

-a 500 dollar bottle of wine [x2]

Two days in the desert
What did they get
For all of the tears and the grind
A 500 dollar bottle of wine

-we've been through desert
-and blew on our shirts (and brix' torn our last shirts?)
-and all the lightning and life
-we said so much to (just a) crazy and white (whine?)
-a half filled (no) bottle of wine

-a 500 dollar bottle of wine
-that's all i get man most of the time.

We been through the desert
Went through their last shirts
And all the lightning and crime
A half-filled bottle of wine.

-they're all fat gits and they get on our tits
-they're all fat gits and they get on our tits


That's all you get most of the time
For all the life in crime
The 500 bottle of wine

-drive (been) through the desert (drive for) in 36 hours
-but when we get the ending we took
-the 500 dollar (bottle) of wine
-a 500 dollar bottle of wine

And i feel real guilty
The babies are squealing
Starving and pleading all the time
A 500 dollar bottle of wine

-a 500 dollar bottle of wine [x5]
-you think it's gonna get on my tits [x2]

They all bitch
They just whinge
And drink my last bottle of wine
I feel real guilty
I been through my last shirt
And i get guilty all the time

-yeah
-c'mon
-500 dollars

Get down the fucking liquor store boy.