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1. _ An Older Lover Etc.
You'd better take an older lover x6
You'll soon get tired of her
To take an older lover
Get ready for old stories
Of teenage sex
From the early sixties
Under cover
Behind office desks
Old divorces
Children's faces
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Or take an older lover
You'll soon get tired of her
(she'll shag you out on the table)
Dear girls
Doctor annabel lies! x3
You raced before
It's been done
Tripped and stepped on
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
Or take a younger monster
But deserve better
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
You'll miss your older lover
Her love was like your mother's
With added attractions
You'd better take a younger lover x4
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Doctor annabel lies! x4
On the colour page
French fries spread on her face
On the future autolytic enzyme son
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2. _ Leave The Capitol
The tables covered in beer
Showbizwhines, minute detail
Its a hand on the shoulder in leicester square
Its vaudeville pub back room dusty pictures of
White frocked girls and music teachers
The beds too clean
The waters poison for the system
Then you know in your brain
Leave the capitol!
Exit this roman shell!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
One room, one room
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
Leave the capitol!
Exit this roman shell!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Straight home (x3)
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
Leave the capitol!
Then you know you must leave the capitol
It will not drag me down
I will leave this ten times town
I will leave this fucking dump
One room, one room
Hotel maids smile in unison
Then you know in your brain
You know in your brain
Leave the capitol
Exit this roman shell
Then you know you must leave the capitol
I laughed at the great god pan
I didnae, i didnae
I laughed at the great god pan
I didnae, i didnae, i didnae, i didnae
Leave the captiol
Exit the roman shell
Then you know you must leave the capitol
Pan resides in welsh green masquerades
On welsh cat caravans
But the monty
Hides in curtains
Grey blackish cream
All the paintings you recall
All the side stepped cars
All the brutish laughs
From the flat and the wild dog downstairs
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3. _ Middle Mass
The evil is not in extremes
It's in the aftermath
The middle mass
After the fact
Vulturous in the aftermath
Summer close season
A quiet dope and cider man
But during the season
Hard drug and cider mates
The boy is like a tape loop
The boy is like a uh-uh
Not much contact
Drinking, the men wait
They are set at nought
Because cripple states a holy state
Because cripple states a holy state
The werhmacht never got in here
The werhmacht never got in here
The werhmacht never got in here
The werhmacht never got in here
Thought it took us six years
The werhmacht never got in here
And living here you whisper, bub
And living here you whisper, bub!
This boy is like a tape loop
And he has soft mitts
But he's the last domain
Of a very black, back room brain
He learned a word today
The word's misanthropy
And he's running to and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And he's running with and from
The cats from tin pan alley
And going down the alley
Take the cats from the alley
Up to them
The alley's full of cats from tin pan
Come into the back room brian
And meet
The middl mass
The middl mass
Vulturous in the aftermath
Middl mass
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4. _ Fit And Working Again
I'm fit and working again
Walk down the road in the sun
I make a path through a forty strong gang
I'm fit and working again
My sick, think i've seen the tail end
I'm fit and working again
I used to hang like a chandelier
My lungs encrusted in blood
But the flex is now cut clear
I'm fit and working, dear
Took me ten years to write this song
I'm fit and working again
I used to think this bog was the domain
Opinion is at most
One stimulus reason
If you've got the most
With the true precis
Analysis is academic
Some thoughts can get nauseous.
Sat opposite a freak on a train
Warts on his head and chin
Boy, was i getting so vain
I saw the recession around victoria station
I'm fit and working again
Gimme the sun.
I'm fit and working again
And i feel like alan minter*
I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper
And i chucked out the alka seltzer
Cause i'm fit and working again...
Don't you know that was the tail end.
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5. _ Prole Art Threat [a]
Pink press threat!
Man with chip: i'm riding third class on a one-class train.
I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane.
I'm a pink prole threat.
Gent in safe-house: get out the pink press threat file
And brrrptzzap* the subject. (* = scrambled)
Man with chip: it's de-louse, safe-house time
(now v. bitter) when i get to the safe house
Hanging rhyme
Hang this crummy blitz trad. by its neck
Pink press threat
I escaped the pink prole effect
Gent in safe-house: it's a new prole art threat
It's recluse, safehouse time
Narrator: then the clan began
Agenda item one
Scene: safe-house give them nail files, soon
Gent and staff- and looking at this agenda, we have a bit of
Now revealed a problem here
To be m.i.9 get out the pink press threat file
New prole art threat the subject
It's safehouse, safehouse time
(all: everybody hears the hum at 3:00 a.m.)
But in the safehouse, it's not around
Pink press threat
Gent: get out and apply the wet lib file
Vs. this new prole art threat
Safehouse, safehouse tone
Man with chip, that clan has gotten away with 100 years
Dissipated and knacked, of sheer brilliance
At home, video reach, --up till now
Stereo bog etc.
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