Slates

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

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

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.