unknown

I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under
I'm monolithic, and the black ice on the corner


Hiss...hiss...hiss


As all is as one, as all damp on all stone
I hold all time and can induce at once
Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms
Misread easter island, put butter on plague style
Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid
And alter tree-rings so that what you are after
You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber
And make you imagine from hunger
Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter
Just 6 inches higher than your upstretched middle finger


History of the...


I place minute dust in your microchip vessels
For daring to think all science is immortal
I am the one who'll strike you down at once
For stretching time-bracket, and assuming that what is
Can be maladjusted. a rigid adoption
Of codes you had concocted
I can treat you to visit to coastal pillboxes
And show you all hideous microscope thingies
And hovis set-up in london's psoriasis

Stockings, jokings, 1780's


History of the wo...


I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And i am the one who stamps on all ages
From 16 to 40, over and under


History of the world

Zandra
C'mon c'mon c'mon just pack it in


Zandra
Give it up zandra
Everybody you love
Is covered in loot


The world is [old nick/monodic]
It is not your oyster
You cannot collate it
So give up that [dope/dumb] shit


Hello zandra
From the planet redundra


I'm stressed out
I'm talked out

Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock


Jingle bell sound
Jingle bell tap
Laughing at dancing in jingle bell square
In the frosty air
They are walking with m&s bags
Doing the jingle bell
The jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell rock


Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell sham
Jingle bell rap
Letting your head down in jingle bell style
With a jungle style


Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell's charm
And jingle bell tap


Post office rot in hell
Friday night on oxford street
Walking with green m&s bags
Join them up with old beef and sprouts
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell
Thats the jingle bell rock

His heart organ was where it should be
His brain was in his arse
His hand was well out of his pocket
His psyche is in the hearth



Has a sneer which was weird
Some time ago
Heard kraftwerk in '81
Has a wasp synthesizer



A real male, make-up as well
Sophisticate
Wasp synthesizer
Didn't get far
In computer teaching job
His dream girl sings adverts for renoir perfume
A fancied wit that's mere imitation of d. bowie
In "man who fell to earth"



Whose causes and rags were phoenix-like
They were vaudevillian-like
They were comfort blanket-type
Do-do in fact
Pho-do in fact
Photo impact



He had a weak pisser
And one night at darts match
Decadent sandwich quaff
He showed he was a big fan of double-entendre
Saw "man who fell to earth" "history of the world"
"man who fell to earth" "history of the world, part one"
Twice each at least twice each at least twice each



Mere pseud mag editor's father

(ludd gang, ludd gang..)
Ports, jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang

The housing association
The macdonald's seat
Have prefixed him "frustration"
I'll stick with the gang of one

I'll make a stand with the ludd gang

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's the quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

Carve a hole in the rain for yer
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

I hate the guts of shakin' stevens
For what he has done
The massacre of "blue christmas"
On him i'd like to land one on

But i'll stick with the gang of one
Carve a hole in the rain for yer

Courage my sweet
Courage my sweet
It's a quiet like death
It's the choir-ette of death

The housing association foiled the reign of the rain
For this, macdonald is truly grateful

Cab driver asks why i'm not
At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok)

Whats, jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gang

Serial killers were always a bore in my book
Along with retired in winnebagos
Coming up behind ya
At the next kerb
Eye reflections in the rear view mirror
And before the grub comes a moralist


Passable
Passable


Right behind ya
Kids in pubs
Breast fed


And if i ever end up like ian mcshane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if i ever end up like bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife


Ah! passable!
A past gone mad! x 2


Comin up right behind ya
The lovejoy roadshow
Passable


And if i ever end up like judy collins
Cut my throat with a garden rake
And if i ever end up like u2
Cut my throat with a kitchen tool


Passable
A past gone mad!


Spangles and soccer books
A load of old boring shit

A past gone mad
Marble stone
A past gone mad
Passable!

Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet
Nowhere to go
Won't let us in the shows



'cos we talk about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking 'bout love
And the psycho-mafia



No soul in the discos
No rock in the clubs
Won't let us in the pubs
And the city joys



Going on about love
And the psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
And the psycho-mafia



Psycho-mafia
Psycho-mafia
'cho mafia
'cho mafia



Spitting on the streets
Shot heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead



Going on about drugs
Psycho-mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho-mafia

I lost my temper with a friend
Marked him and treated him with rudeness
And though i tried to make amends
Feel i miss him and walk a dark corridor

Woke up one morning
Doctor buck's letter
Of my own making, i walk a dark corridor of my heart
Hoping one day a door will be ajar
At least so we can recompense
Our betrayal of our hard worn/won(?) friendship
In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
To what was untrue underneath our parlance

I open the envelope, doctor buck's letter
Re: welfare benefits reports

J. mccarthy, approximately 10-15 days
I got down, i was depressed.
It was doctor buck's letter.

Turn the radio on

Doctor buck's letter
Cheer myself up
Put the radio on, get the magazine out
And read about the

All that is gone is shredded by the auto-man
The glass ceiling it did shake and then it did undulate
Don't take the pizza off me
Slumber i told yer


Don't take the pizza off me


Birmingham nonsense from city there once was bronze
Qed each day
Qed is quid each day


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't take it...


Your brain splits each day from information anxiety
From me pinch i cringe
You dopey randy acid clone


Don't take the pizza off me


Slash fat cats
See vamp watch out
Get rid of straight away


Don't take the pizza off me
Don't pick up mind track

There is no culture is my brag,
Your taste for bullshit reveals a lust for a home of office
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
Where are the obligatory niggers?*
Hey there fuckface!!
Hey there fuckface!!
There are twelve people in the world
The rest are paste
This is the home of the vain!
This is the home of the vain!
I just left the hotel amnesia, i had to go there
Where it is i can't remember,
But now i can remember...now i can remember
Hafta! hafta!
Message for yer! message for yer!
Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!
Kill it a !
Kill it!
Kill it a !
You won't find anything more ridiculous, than this new profile
Razor unit, made with the highest british attention to the
Wrong detail, become obsolete units surrounded by hail.
The classical!
The classical!
The classical!
Hotel aggro!
Message for yer! message for yer!
The classical!
Poleaxe a!..........one of the millenium of conspiracy,
Forever,
I know it means a lot of stomach gas,
I k n o w i t m e a n s a l o t o f s t o m a c h g a ssssss
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
The classical!
Stomach gas
I've never felt better in my life
I've never felt better in my life
Poleaxe a!
Millenium of conspiracy
Play out classical
I've never felt better in my life
Better in my life.... . . . . . . . . .

Edward lived with mary
Like sister and brother
Till one night
Men are this
Men are that
(diy)
Women too
[diy]
[diy]
Then there was three
[diy]
A new start
[diy]
A wierd wake
[diy]
It all changed after ed's babe
[diy]

Ed's babe x3

See ed on a plane
[diy]
White bundle
[diy]
In his arms
[diy]
Ed's baby

[diy]
See them working away
[diy]
In bar rocking
[diy]
Folly is a cloak of knavery
[diy]

Ed's babe x3

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohs [till end]

Ed's babe
See him working away
Fucking in a bar
Folly is the cloak of knavery
Cos on each arm, girls, twenty one

Ed's babies x6

Life up in smoke
Babe rolled like a joint
[diy]
Hunger in their home
[diy]

Ed's babe x3

Laughing now?
You happy now?

As the senile morons who run klf [flats/blast]
Klf [flats/blast] in their brains

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

But you will not appreciate anything on your life
Until your life veers straight to the cross
Full autobiograph self-pity crap

Searching now, you happy now x4

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

They shall be filled with grit, curry and karoke *

We are do-nowts
We are do-nowts

Happy now?

You happy now x3

Pumpkin head escapes
Pumpkin head escapes

We're coming, we're coming, leo
We're coming, we're coming, leo

Smell, clogged up the trains
We are not adults
We are crusty mystics

Laughing now?
You happy now?
Laughing now?
You happy now?

We're coming, we're coming, leo x3

Dear gormless, go about your business
A nightmarish scheme of horrendous proportions

I, as the producer, think the dark crystal moon looked blue faced into my snatch

Day by day.
The moon gains on me.
Day by day.
The moon gains on me.



Purchased pair of flabby wings.
I took to doing some hovering.
Here is a list of incorrect things.



Hovered mid-air outside a study.
An academic needed his chin,
Sent in the dust of some cheap magazines.
His academic rust, could not burn them up.



Recruited some gremlins.
To get me clear of the airline routes.
I paid them off with stuffing from my wings.
They had some fun with those cheapo airline snobs.



The stuffing loss made me hit a timelock.
I ended up in the eighteen sixties.
I've been there for one hundred and twenty five years.
A small alteration of the past. can turn time into space.



Ended up under ardwick bridge.
With some veterans from the u.s. civil war.
They were under irish patronage.
We shot dead a stupid sergeant,
But i got hit in the crossfire.
The lucky hit made me hit a time lock.



But, when i got back.
The place i made the purchase, no longer exists
I'd erased it under the bridge.



Day by day.
The moon came towards me
By such things.
The moon came towards me.



So now i sleep in ditches.
And hide away from nosey kids.
The wings rot and feather under me.
The wings rot and curl right under me.
A small alteration of the past.
Can turn time into space.
Small touches can alter more than a mere decade.



Wings x 17.

(my name is ivanhoe
Ivanhoe? there was a time when i used to know a boy called ivanhoe
That was many years ago. a fine lad.
Are you speaking of ivanhoe the norman?
That's the one, yes.)

Dropped some money down there
And it's only two pence
If you are a light and dark knight
How can you turn from your happy plight

You cannot feel
Look there doctor
Any time of night
Any time of day

And you disown
One thousand three hundred and four
Two pence
It's only
Two pence

In the gut of mammon
You used patient's credit card
To steal one billion
How can i return
In happy plight
When i'm devout
Benefit of rest

And look over
It's only two pence
It's only
Two pence

Get from
Got yourself
Former
Got yourself into the former battle
The happy passes

And the standing cup fills

You dropped some money down there
You could pay to
Smitten in two
You used patient's credit card
To steal one thousand three one million credit
Ivanhoe
You little

It's only two pence

Hey! mark riley had a home
In that home he had some lizards
Lizards here, and lizards there,
Lizards and spiders crawling everywhere


He had a manager called khambatta
We've always known him as a bit of a dancer
And we all know him as a pillock


Hey! marc riley!


One day marc riley went awry
See his stone castle by his side
And he saw me coming over the hill
He'll never ruck and fuck again


Ha ha ha ha


See mark riley by the window sill
Wondering what's 'a new face in hell'
Grotesque here and a dragnet there
Grotesque and dragnet
Witch trials everywhere


Hey! marc riley

Kicker, kicker conspiracy. kicker, kicker conspiracy.
J. hill's** satanic reign.
Ass-lickers king o'team.
Kicker, kicker conspiracy x 2.



In the marble halls of the charm school.
How flair is punished.
Under marble millichip***, the fa. broods.
On how flair can be punished.
They're guest is a euro-state magnate.
How flair is punished.



K.k.c. x4.



In the booze club, george best**** does rule.
How flair is punished.
His downfall was a blonde girl, but that's none of your business!
K. k. c. x 4



Former fan at the bus stop.
Treads on the ball at his feet, in the christmas rush.
And in his hands, two lager cans.
Talks to himself. at the back. at the top.



What are the implications of the club unit?
Plastic, slime, partitions, cocktail, zig-zag, tudor bar.



Pat mcgatt. pat mcgatt, the very famous sports reporter is
Talking......there.



Fans! ! ! "remember, you are abroad!
Remember the police are rough!
Remember the unemployed!
Remember my expense account!



Hot dogs and seat for mr. hogg !!
Hot dogs and seat for mr. hogg!!!
Aaaaaannnnddd his grottyspawn! ! ! !



Lurid brochures for ground unit.
Our style is punished.



K. k. c. x 5
Remember! don't collect with the rough.
K. k. c. x 1



Kicker, lets swell the facilities.



Kicker conspiracy times eight.

Right noise.
We're gonna get real speedy
You gotta wear black all the time
You're gonna make it on your own.



Cos we dig
Cos we dig
We dig
We dig repetition
We dig repetition
We've repetition in the music
And we're never going to lose it.



All you daughters and sons
Who are sick of fancy music
We dig repetition
Repetition on the drums
And we're never going to lose it.



This is the three r's
The three r's:
Repetition, repetition, repetition



Oh mental hospitals
Oh mental hospitals
They put electrodes in your brain
And you're never the same
You don't dig repetition
You don't love repetition



Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it



President carter loves repetition
Chairman mao he dug repetition



Repetition in china
Repetition in america
Repetition in west germany
Simultaneous suicides



We dig it, we dig it,
We dig it, we dig it



Repetition, repetition, repetition
Repetition, repetition, regal zonophone


There is no hesitation
This is your situation
Continue a blank generation
Blank generation
Same old blank generation
Groovy blank generation
Swinging blank generation



Repetition, repetition, repetition....

These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
From a pleasing mug
From a pleasing pan
Every now and then i would like to try something like this
It is the modicum of my career
[i would like at the bottom of my..]



These are the words of expectation
These are the words of success, expectation
[middle right or to the left
I have tears i shed tears
And i am here to enable everybody..]
The whole world is large, and whatever it is
The whole trend is effective
Whether middle, right or to the left
I have tears, i shed fears, i have tears, i have fears
And i am here to enable everybody to say yes, no
Or i don't know even
Like leicester polytechnic
Is scheisse, is scheisse



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of dead direction
[clubs for the storks
The vision is top of the clubs
Paddy mcginty's goat]
I would like deep down
At the bottom of my odour, lingering, my heart and soul
To see the government wrecked
And my lps roll
[the government's right and my lps wrong]



These are the words of success, expectation
These are the words of complete disorientation
Think of him i was in a fix
But i show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predic.
But i'll worm worm right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



Day will come and it won't be long
When the roof of my mouth sticks to the tip of my tongue
I'm the head wrangler



The trials drawn out and long
When the cell door slams i won't be the one
I'm the head wrangler



I'm proud of the way i've avoided prison
If we carry on like this we're gonna end up like king crimson
I'm the head wrangler



To please is a curse, and worse
At parties i'm bitter
Get presented
Am bitter - a civilian policeman
Five smiles - i'm bitter
Get presented
With the pence, the reckless pence
Go to aid halifax copter
To please is the curse and nurse
To please is the curse at worst
I'm the head wrangler



Think of him i was in a fix
But i'll show you now get out of it
Looks like an awol predicament
But i'll worm my way right out of it
I'm the head wrangler



These are the words of dead direction



Wrap it up.

Fat conference women
Clap return of glass house
And the arabs have it made
Oil is women in veils, eyes glazed



Second dark age. death of the usa.
Return of the family.
The scooter cabbages


And the commune crapheads sit and whine
While the common near my birthplace is now a police college



It's a second dark age.
No psalm sunday or any day.
The city is dead.
Bust. ghost-dance rite. tepid



I could join a pray-peace group
Spy in norway
Cause groups can change the world
And meet ms. fjord and benny.*
"hi i am benny.
Go where the brave prance
No czechoslovak food queues are a party, fool

A mediocre anti-jew
And single people are screwed
In the second dark age



I am roman totale, 17,
The bastard offspring
Of charles i and the great god pan.

Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Hey - don't you want - to be caught
Unbrainwash - today
October - gives way - to christmas
January...
Calendar
What gets in the way
It was a very - good - month - last week
What gets in the way
Your mirrors are dissolving today


The last - three weeks -
Were the great month of february
Calendar

You cannot legislate against wrongful encouagement


You'll hear my words
On the winds 'cross the sand
If you should return
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

First without hope was our love
Then i saw it was lost from the start
It was the jewel that was nestling in the heart of xanadu

And the footprints leave their traces
Only shadows move in places where we used to go
And the buildings open to the sky
All echo to the sky as if to show
Our love was for a day
And soon to pass away in xanadu
In xanadu
On holiday


In xanadu, in xanadu, in xanadu


What was it to you that a man laid down his life for your love?
Were those clear eyes of yours ever filled with pain and grief?
Did you ever give yourself to one man in this whole wide world?
You left me but you will find your way back
To that black barren land that bears the name of xanadu

You'll hear my voice cross the winds on the sand
If you should return
To xanadu, to xanadu, to xanadu
To xanadu

1. it's up to you [...]
Right rex, you'd better get it sorted out
......and nobody likes you. why don't you do us all a favour and bog off back to xanadu in ireland.

2. you hang around with camera crews in shell suits. you lecture on sweets and propose salad. you are coming round to viz comic. you also make all history and related topics thematic.

3. you are operation mindfuck on the children of this land.

4, you are a slowcoach of the first water.

5. you will probably cut my income by one third.

6. you are working now researching a video project.

7. you, in a flash of intuitive brilliance, have garnered that many people are unemployed.

8. you hog the bathroom and never put your hand in your pocket.

9, you post out sixty page computer printouts on the end of the earth's days and forests.

10. all the above will come back to you in purgatory and confirm you as a damn pest.

Me. dictum. he focus.. he focuses his clever dick mentality on himself.

A. he looks at july roses yet does not have the mentality to cut them himself.

B. he was stuck like a little pig on castle lawns and said "look at what's happened to my leg".

C. he has thoughts, crap, blake-like, like "while they sleep i'll plot to shaft the bastards in their cot through gradualment and c bit by bit"

Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Red cars, blue cars
Payment overdue cars
Cops with indigestion
Billionaires and some bums
How come the city it never sleeps at night
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Short girls, tall girls
Happy that they're all girls
Walking with some nice man
Holding hands and then some
How come the city it never sleeps at night

Good guys, bad guys
Millionaires and show guys
Losers with their hands out
Patients begging breadcrumb
How come the city it never sleeps at night
The city it never sleeps at night

Long night, short night
Big hellos and goodbyes
Dreams of conversation
Not a single ho-hum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


Old man, young man
Preacher saying amen
Taking up collection
Playing on a bass drum
How come the city it never sleeps at night


It never sleeps at night

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories
Leave a bitter taste
I need a good brainwash agent
To cut out this present shout of:

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

That's why you eat crap food
That's why nobody talks to you
That's why you messed up everything you do

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?
Look know
Look

He was the first one to wear a flying jacket and go to a club
And she has the general policy of not being seen dead in a pub
Straight-leg jeans when she goes out
There's a microbe attached to their brains that itches
And gives a morning shout

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

But i say happy memories leave a bitter taste
I got a prison in me
Our bodies weren't made for times like these
I always have a wash
And that's enough

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

You gotta know what you look like nowadays
Before you go out
Or some existential crap will write about you
They say don't drink alcohol!
You gotta know what you look like, oh!
Before you go out
Know, look, look

But i say get it down yer neck
Ein beer
And i will you and you attack attack
Pure satre food
Catchment club

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

With all the fashions you filched off faggots
With all the fashions you filched off faggots

Do y'know what you look like
Before you go out?

Here's health!

Simon, dave and john
They work the dayshift
I think i'll help them
I'll help where i can
Astral virus infecting all of us
We are a health risk
Simon, dave and john
I'm rooting for you all the way
I agree with everything you say
Superblonde
Middle class revolt
Listen to what i'm saying
Get it on for simon, dave and john
The holy trinity
Dayshift
I'll help where i can
Simon, dave and john
I'm rooting for you all
All the way
I agree with everything you say
Simon, dave and john
Superblonde
Simon, dave and john
The holy trinity

Good man, lend a hand
Help me to deal with some scum
Who are only in their late teens
But i hate their existence
They think 3 on 1
A normal thing
Network 7 encouraged them
But tonight they picked the wrong man


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence
Spreads

[extra verse on peel session:

Number one squat with grey turnup jeans
Stuck up white hairstyle
Obviously sheep shag mill town
Squid lord revenge
Just his intelligence vast]


The second one is a streak of piss
Leave me alone with him
His blindness will be fun
But it won't make a difference


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His intelligence


The third one stood behind
Held my arms
But in the hospital
His bed will be in a draught
A geriatric germ-well
I curse his family and wish them poor
But he'll have time to dwell
On squid revenge, cooped-up
In 3 months of pure hell


Squid lord
Vast
Just
His tentacles
Spread


Good man, lend a hand
Help me clear this mess
Give me back the law it took from my life
Give me back the pride of my class
This scum are just a morass


Squid lord
Revenge
Vast
Just
His intelligence

I'm hot!
I warn ya
He's out!
Rrrrrrrr-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch
You never knew
I was around
That's why you tried to climb on my back
You step on my toes
And pretend you never knew
But you mess
With this cat
But let me warn you my friend, never do that again

Cause i'm kimble!
The nimble!

I wear very good shoes
But since the midlands mentality
Has decided to do all buildings in upholstery
The people smell (step on my toes!)
A child.. (but let me warn you my friend
I am kimble (never do that again)
The nimble

I'll make ya (for this is kimble)
Tremble (the nimble!)


And
Why are people grudgeful yeah
From the depths of ignorance
To the soul of the mediocre
I am kimble


Ah
I am shocking
So mind your socking (i am kimble)
Take it from me (i'll make ya tremble)


I am shocking
I am kimble
Take it from me

.....

I'm kimble
The nimble!


Don't try and cheat me
Otherwise
... kimble

Well i've never had a car
Never been near a lorry
Got a nasty habit of scratching my nose
My codename's happy harry
I'm into cb



I've had loads of jobs
For very minute lolly
Creation schemes
So i suppose i was lucky
And the money it took
To buy a cb set
Took lines off my belly
My codename's cedar plank
I'm into cb
I'm into cb



At 16 i drank cheap sherry
Got plastered in the stations and swing parks
Off my mother i stole some money
Had a treat with a bottle of martini
So sick i couldn't walk or sit
Since then i've not touched it
I won't bore you with tales of being greedy
I'm just into cb
I'm into cb



My family's a weird lot
My stepsister's got a horrible growth
Listens to all this muzak shit
Reads smash hits while she's eating her tea
To me it sounds like bad cb



My father's not bad really
He got me these wires and bits
Apart from that he talks to me hardly
I'm just into cb



This is happy harry plank
From the land of waving palms
Calling out to cedar plank
477 cc
There's no code 13
In the home of chocolate city
I'm having trouble with the terminology
But i'm into cb



I've got this letter before me
It's buff with a confidential seal
I'd better open it
It's a fine and a formal threat
I should of listened to new face in hell
The date expired last week
Up here i forget what time it is
It says you're going to go when you go
Or else you're for it boy
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next mail you get will be mail in jail
If that's what you get for having a hobby
Next year mail in jail
It that's what you get for having a hobby
Next time i'm out i'll join a riot
That's the last you'll hear for me
I'll keep clear of cb
Keep clear of cb

I'm totally wired.
Can't you see?
I'm totally wired.



Can't you see?
My butterfly stomach
Growls growls
I drank a jar of coffee
Then i took some of these



And now i'm totally wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes
And i was a communist
A rich man would bail me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row
Right right right right



And i'm totally wired.



You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an american to be strange
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird.



I'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree.



I'm always worried.

Noel's chemical effluence


We were going right through the alps
When we picked up this fabulous scent
Of noel's chemical effluence.


Noel's chemical effluence


There was a fuss about the elements
Waiting for the keyboards as ever.
The firmament of it is going out the exit.


Noel's chemical effluence.


There's an inherent disease
Goes with an inbalance of the juices
In the brain that in transit
Causes one to envisage white faces,
As if spiked by mescalin.


Noel's chemcial effluence


And we're going right through the alps
Look what happened at the lodge.
Look what happened at the castle.
Look at the red-purple vomit stream.
From the bed, angled
Right into the bathroom.


On the finger of your banker [bound]
And when all else fails
We can always blow your whistle.


In work, in pleasure, i'll come for you
The abdominizer, in excellence.

I used to believe everything i read (x3)
But that's all changed and now i'm stepping out
That's all changed and now i'm
Stepping out (x3)



I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out
I used to stay in the house and never go out
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



I used to stay on my feet all 24 hours
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out
The light'd be on 24 hours
But now i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



So people get ready, strip down your houses
Cause i'm stepping out, stepping out
So people get ready, strip down your houses
Cause i'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out



I used to believe everything i read (x3)
But that's all changed 'cause now i'm stepping out
That's all changed cause now i'm
Stepping out (x3)



Stepping out (x4)

Two swans in front of his eyes
Colored balls in front of his eyes
It's number one for his kelly's eye
Treble-six right over his eye



A big shot's voice in his ears
Worlds of silence in his ears
All the numbers account for years
Checks the cards through eyes of tears



Bingo-master's breakout!



All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A light room, which he fills out
Hear the players all shout



Bingo-master's breakout!



A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhyme
One hundred blank faces buy



Bingo-master's breakout!



Came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday in spain fell through
Players put it down to



Bingo-master's breakout



A hall full of cards left unfilled
Ended his life with wine and pills
There's a grave somewhere only partly filled
A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads



Bingo-master's breakout

Spiders know these things
Gremlins know these things
Tap, tap, tap, tap
You think it's the pipes
But who turns on the lights?
Our city hobgoblins
Ubu le roi is a home hobgoblin
And at nights all ready
Our city hobgoblins
Infest my home at night
They are not alright
Ten times my age
One-tenth my height
Our city hobgoblins
Buzz of the all-night mill
Ah but evil
Emigres from old green glades
Pretentious eh?
Our city hobgoblins
They'll get yer
So queen victoria
Is a large black slug in piccadilly, manchester
Our city hobgoblins
And they say
We cannot walk the floor at night in peace
At night in peace

My boys take what i say
Do it the studio way
New equipment all clean
New gear
Clothes mean
I answer and take the calls
No trouble with the law
Turn it up for interviewers
Oh yeah prime movers
I wonder what is next year's thing?
Crash smash crash ring


They've got another side
Pop heroes of the mind
While you suckers queue or work
Money for us and play it up
We have never sold out
Spent hours on a clever act
Phoney advertising quotes that make you buy some raise your hopes
That it's the new leather thing
Crash smash crash ring


The broken backs of the real bands
A million closed minds
Weep for the old glam
Year of the average man
The worst died because of you
Along with some others too
Erasing off our rainbows
We are men, we have big toes!
It's the new leather thing
Crash smash crash ring


Houdini believed his tricks
That is why he died
Oh i'm not coming out
There may be a film on tonight
Or eliot's untouchables
As for new hotels
Look like science fiction films or revival gothic pigswill
Watch the skies, what to think
Crash smash crash ring
[bramah:] rocket! / rock it!


It's the new leather thing
Ba ba ba doo.....
New leather thing

Yow!

Got eighteen months for espionage
Too much brandy for breakfast
And people tend to let you down
It's a swine.
Fantastic life



Dole penicillin to eastern ching plague-ridden
And one thing i have found
What you cast out will hit back
And a man will find he has to deny his
Fantastic life



Ours is not to look back
Ours is to continue the crack



Met a 54 year old dustbin man
And '48 he'd been in jerusalem
Sold surplus oil to arab fighters
For m-cocktails to burn jewish terrorists
What a turn-up!
Fantastic life



Style's too easy to buy nowadays
And there's interference with the mail
And you just can't get out the words
Some people think if they had a job they'd be well
Now!
A fantastic lie!



The siberian mushroom santa
Was in fact rasputin's brother
And he didst walk round whitechapel
To further the religion of forgiven sin murder
Fantastic lie!



No lie, friend called david
He said he had a barney on corporation street
He said he told the policeman what he really thought
But knowing him i don't believe that crap
A fantastic lie



And i just thought i'd tell you
And i just thought i'd tell you
About fantastic life



And i just thought i'd tell you
Some fantastic lies



And i just thought i'd tell you
And i just thought i'd tell you



I walked right (west) round wakefield jail
A fantastic life
And i just thought i'd tell you
And i just thought i'd tell you

Aborteum.
I said luciani
The future's here today
I said hey luciani
Pope of three three days



They made out you were are an ultra nut
And had no time for your christianity
You paid with your life for their treachery
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani



Hey luciani
Jesus has gone away
I said hey luciani
Meet the church, bank, s.a.**



They said you were of peasant stock
And one day the curia murdered you
Your hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here to stay



Hey luciani
A pop star in your cell
I said hey luciani
A polish son of hell



You were the first john paul i
How is it your 'christian' is gone?
Can you see it from your grave?
The tv snow-storm on top,
The brass holy grail
Imitation for sale
The future's here today
Luciani



And all the cowls are black
On an inquisition rack
The future's here today
The future's here to stay
Luciani

And note of your own choice, boys and girls

Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies
You got energy vampires
More hands on the tranquillisers

An unholy alliance
And jokes about faith
Give me another drink
You're as strong as your weakest link

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
A mess of our radio

I remember the times
This was a beginning
Of a permissive new age
But it's the same old cabbage

A mess of my age
A mess of our race
A mess of our our our our

[megaphone bit]

I don't look at myself
I have no health
Take no notice of me
I probably work for a record company

A mess of our age
A mess of my taste
A mess of our nervous systems

Cowering mockers
The company money's ran out
To longer hot properties
Get back in their closets

A mess of my age
A mess of my race
Fill the rest in yourself

Hey-ahmmmmmm!
Hup!
Dictum:
Shout! wey! [etc.]
Convicts are out
And the security are in
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Mob equals roam
Ring your answer
Dry hump
Clip clop
Appliances are broken
Nobody around to fix them
I just can't seem to plug myself in
Myself in
Myself in

[etc.]

A round of lilac proposed coloured droplets
And sweet molasses
Droplets
Spacebag
Jet-lag