unknown

Everybody's telling me to listen up
They're trying to run my life for me
I'm gonna tell i'll tell 'em
Their term's up



(chorus)
They've just given me their
Last orders (x4)



Everyone's in prison or in the army
All sincere, all phoney
Reading all the books, taking in the news
(chorus)



I don't dig their dead-end options
I'm not hurt by their rejections
I'm no sell-out, and they've found out
(chorus)



Everybody's telling me to listen up
They're trying to write my life story
Joke's on them
It's the end of the rap
(chorus)

Walking at night past the closed shop
Behind the counter
Crouched a blue figure
It sang this song
You get five minutes with me
Then i'm off around the world
You get five minutes johnny with me
Then off around the world
Open-plan graves
Blown-over trees
Muted mystics impasse
Glittering beach
Johnny he replied back
With me you struck a pact
Zv day
Five minutes with you
Then you're off around the worlds
Zagreb day

My neophyte
My sweetheart
My liebshen
My librium
My lover
My friends
You get five minutes with me
Then i'm off round the worlds

The man who's head expanded.



The man whose head expanded was corrupted by mr. sociological
Memory. was corrupted by mr. sociological memory man.
Could not get a carrier bag for love nor money.



The man whose head expanded.
Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like hick wap huh?
Over. over. over. over.



The man who's head expanded.



The soap opera writer, would follow him around
And use his jewels for t.v. prime time.
The man who's head expanded.


Turn that bloody blimey space invader off!


The man who's head expanded explained:
The scriptwriter would follow him around,
Of this he was convinced. it was no coincidence.
The lager seemed poisoned.
It was no matter of small consequence. no little pub incidence.
A red faced post- 'jolly grapes' would steal his jewels, and put
Them in the mouths of vic. actor fools.
Of this he was convinced.



Sounds like hick wap huh? sounds like a load of mick wap ha?
Over. over. over. over.



The man whose head expanded. the man whose head expanded.



Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack!
Does not want to appear illiterate.
Crack! crack! crack! crack!



The man who's head expanded. come on with the heraldry.
Add misinterpretation, prerogative.
John kennedy's pulmanesque explained. [pub-asp slyness]



The man who's head diminished. the man who's head
Diminished. sounds like my head, trying to unravel this lot,
I can tell you sparky!

[mig 20 crack]

[mes is the one swearing a lot]

Anyway, this guy goes "fuckin 'ell, you don' 'alf complain for an eleven year old do you?"

Ooooohhhh

-that machine is nice

-fuck off it took me ages to get that, yeah

-i want that machine

-yeah what yeah right,

-clean joke

-wuh

-if i tell a good clean joke, can i have that?

-no you fuckin can't

-i want it, honest

-you can't have it

-there's no vus coming up there at all. is it supposed to have vus on it?

-no, it's not. 's fuckin' my machine, that. keep your hands off it.

-it's your machine. it's a vu-less machine. sure it's recording, mark? better turn the volume up. ok, what d'you call a guy with a spade in his head? doug.

-jesus, that's pathetic.

-what d'you call a guy who's been dead and buried for 30,000 years? pete. (nervous laugh) come on, then, astound me with your wit, mark.

[cut]

-come on, rewind it, let's see what you had to say.

-erm, we've been through this before, haven't we?

-right i'll do it for the tape like all them other bands do, like we've done it once, but the cameras weren't rolling

-nah, i'm thinking of my joke actually.

-so i'm reading frank zappa, right, it's an au- it's a biography by frank zappa

-right [mes totally disinterested]

-and - errrr - it's 1988, i go tup to 1988 and the book is about how many things he released, when he released it

-hrrrrrrghhhhhm

-how many offshoots and all this shit, and all of a sudden i'm realising, errr

-more interested when you were talking about napoleon actually

Right here's the definitive rant
Slates drive me bats
Male slates i bait

Male slates, male slags
Male slates, male slags and apes
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Male slags in creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Kill jokes, join gangs
Male slates, slags slates and apes
And slates brake hard, brake hardly
Break your slates for christ's sake
Male slags, male slates and tapes
Ripoff bands with creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Male slate, male slag
Knocks over your drink and pays for correct amount spilt
Male slags, slags slates and drapes

Male slags, slags slates and apes
Academic male slags
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates, dead publishers sons
Dead publishers sons
In the star cold, nearly old
In the nearly old dead sound of some [petrol] wanker
Commence
Famous apes become great
Male slags, male slags and slates
Male slags

Male slags, slags slates and apes
Let's get on to female slates
Smoke your cigarettes
Make pins out of your whims
Break your balls
Male cunts

Okay mates
Male slates
Okay let's go to the valley of weights
Let's get on to the valley of weights
The valley of weights was a valley where everybody wore weights
And once they had rid of the weights
Once they got rid of the weights they become trite
Trite and uptight
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Too much freedom for a small brain regime
Male slags, slags slates and tapes

Out of the air sometimes in fitful sleep
Snap right up, lean out of the bed
Pivot your legs, shake your head,
Take an easy breath.



Think how great god's golden assurance is
In set-backs and great success
Got bad dreams through sleep debt
Hold the grip, make a mark on your head,
Your body and legs take a rightful rest
While you're left to hell's dispatches
Grip the mind, kids, close the hatches
Here are some sleep debt snatches....

Dresden dolls take one
This is for all you guys who work on industrial estates

Dresden dolls are back in style
With a clockwork walk and a backward smile
Dresden dolls don't hear a sound
They're programmed to jump up and down

Up and down
Round and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

Dresden dolls and nazi boys
Dance arm in arm to formless noise
Up and down
Round and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

On plastic bars they sit and pose
Count their fingers with their toes
They sit and smile and drink and grin
Then they all get up again

Up and down
Round round
Tapping feet to noiseless sound

Dresden dolls are back in style
With a clockwork walk and a backward smile
Up and down
Pound and round
Tapping feet to formless sound

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

To make one thing badly instead of eleven
Recession
And pay ourselves the savings from the other ten

J) apologies for the last i
Them blue drugs make the brain go ten to the dozen

Friend
1) he taught me everything
I assume
Rosing it up on the wrong side of the family white trash type
Good in everybody etcetera

2) but there's not many of him about in september now this year

3) notice how his tract peters out

Notice the looks at your ring and watch

Notice the questions about your house

4)

What a dynamic entrance



Put a block on the words
This i hear on a train
We had salmon on a bus
At epsom no races lost
We don't bet we just take ['tec]



Put a block on the words
Got no check on the world
Go and put a block on the works
Listen boys and girls
Just closer
On the [clommererds]
Just close off the words
Put a block on the words



The nine unknown men knew this
Three sorts
The first: along louie's life
The second: the complete restructure of your pretentious life
Three: the only reason you know this
Is that it was well documented
But i say



Put a block on the words



Here's an independent chart moneyspinner
For all you people who've come a long way
Me and the guys played this for charity for spastics
We played it 10000 times
And raised 5 shillings and 7 and a half pence for charity



Cary grant's wedding
Hail new puritan, righteous maelstrom
Have you ever heard a bill haley lp
What is this shit?
Everybody go cary grant's wedding

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.... . . . . . . . . .

Part of the quest, part of the quest to..
Rocky! rocky!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord



My garden is made of stone
I saw an ape thing on the road
Ricky's hump is made of flesh
He has got a pigeon chest.



Round the corner
Is quester psykick dancehall
Step forward for
Esp medium discord



Here they have no records
They know your questions about no words
Just mumble bumble to the waves
Twitching out to the waves



Clock it! clock it!
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord



Helen duncan* was accused of being a fraudulent medium
They burst into a seance over a over in portsmouth, over a chemists shop
A length of ectoplasm or a suit of cheesecloth
Was grabbed but it got away
The witchcraft act 1735 was used to give her 9 month's jail
The vibrations will live on



Never mind
It's quester psykick dance-hall
Get aboard for
Esp medium discord
Step forward, step forward
Get aboard

I'm eternally grateful
To my past influences
But they will not free me
I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"*



Life should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential dj
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How i wrote "elastic man"



His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back
Or taken apart
The observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug



I'm living a fake
People say, "you are entitled to and great."
But i haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and i'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How i wrote "elastic man"



His last work was "space mystery" in the daily mail,
An article in leather thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So i'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired,
I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse
But in the town
They'll stop me in the shops
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile
And they will ask me
And they will ask me
How i wrote "elastic man"

(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

I'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Can't you see? a butterfly stomach round ground. i drank
A jar of coffee, and i took some of these.



And i'm totally wired. totally wired. i'm totally wired. totally
Wired.



Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes.
If i were a communist, a rich man would bale me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light.
Another fresh fight.
Another row, right, right, right, right.



And i'm totally wired. jjjust totally wired. i'm
Totally biased. totally wired.



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



But i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. i'm totally wired.



My heart and i agree. my heart and i agree.
I'm irate, peeved, irate, peeved,
Irate, bad state. bad state.



Cos i'm totally wired. totally wired. jjjust totally
Wired. totally wired. and i'm always worried. and i'm always
Worried. and i'm always worried. and i'm always worried.

Bill grundy's intro:

I have never seen five thousand yobbos in my life
I promise you i'm only going to speak to you now
For a few seconds
But a bit later i'm going to tell you
About how i made the fortune of punk rock
Since i think that music starts with johann sebastian bach
And ends with franz schubert
You're going to have to listen a bit later
About my interview on television
The first they'd ever had
Bad language
See you later
Enjoy yourselves

(in parallel)
Dr boring had a relationship with the drug company too
And i'm half-associated with the softness group plc
On tv today somebody claimed their dog
Had been molested by a textile chemist


But life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
Sometimes life just bounces so don't you get worried at all


The prescription's filled but i'm surprised at their standards
I watch with a tight lip, retina amazed


But life just bounces....


Come a light-brown varnish morn
London is full of people leaving their homes
They got lack of length in their beds and in their rooms
And the cops say don't dare leave your home


I tell yer, life just bounces....


Dr john sez you are very ill
And your top-knot is in the region of your soul
I was vortexed i was going for a fall


But all music bounces, so....
I tell yer music bounces, so...
I tell yer all life just bounces, so...
All life just bounces

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.

Saw six men
Under a tall tower
Break it to him
Like i'm breakin it to you, gently
The nice people
Will remind you, oh yeah
Kicking, white, cheerleader
When the tired cheerleader



Lucifer over lancashire



The black birds
Shake the hedges
On this the hottest day for ages
Was that monsoon
Doctor doctor [hid/hit] the needle
Can be discounted
No longer



Lucifer over lancashire



I tell you no lies
Completely blind
Are the sentinel's eyes
At the back of his mind
This demon is hip
The demon's grip
He took over everywhere
And his blitz
Now over here
And the sky moves on
His cock-eyed moon
A useless priest
{under your] power
Now i'm just flyin
I'm flyin
I'm typin
I'm shinin
I'm winnin
I got this on
I'm a runnin shark
I'm winnin
I'm shinin...

It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink



At three a.m.
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones



It's hard to live in the country
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing



Paper local
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns



Its tough in home country
Councils hold the ring
D. bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Portaloos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New jersey car parks permeated by
D. bowie sound-alikes



It's good to live in the country
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country



Look at yourself as a man
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country



Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
Small up town americas like your outskirt town



The villagers
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country

The chief elf norman said
Gutter sweat
Splendid droplets on strings
His toes were cloven
His teeth were squirly and pointy
Knee cups curly
Ding click rings on ears
Norman jumped about
On all four corners
Norman twirled around his golden thrones
Whitewall tyres were a lifetime from his thoughts

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....

Three months
Three years
Three months
Three years
More lectures
Yes it's them again
You've heard blob 59
We're gonna move on 3 years
Music centre irritant
Get yer suits off
Get yer jeans on
I can see, i have dreams
I was by the fireplace at home
The date was 2010
All england was a university town
All you could get was wine
I do brainless as energy alternative
But i don't go for this death on a plate stuff
So i'll cheer you up
Forget the act
Read the lit-crit first
They wouldn't even know the sun was up
Unless there was a press release on it
Oh dear friends
I can't continue this
Arthur askey's just been shot
Maybe we should do a tribute
We'll do you got to hassle schmuck
Will you let me play
If i patronise you today

Hands up, i can't do that
Wait till tomorrow
Pretends to think a lot
Not user friendly



So when we go in a second
What does that mean to you?
You take her from the back
We're so respectable


But i'm entitled
Entitled


Why can you not relax
When i'm behind you?
I don't make passes from the back
Is it something usual?



To be so entitled
Entitled


Remember with this photograph
Take care of photograph
Drowned in plastic
You've got good reason to laugh



Give up, i can't do that
Wait until tomorrow
My reputation's in tatters
Where does that leave you?



Disentitled.

It's stifled
It's jealousy
Plots behind my back
Are all in it
Cloud of black
Cloud of black

North west territories
Wake up pressurised
Every day
In low lying lands

The sight every day
Is cloud of grey
(take me back to the old east baby)
For silver eyes
(cloud of grey)
Lasering my back
Cloud of black
Wake up mesmerised
(crumbling in the skies)
Wake up mesmerised
Crumbling in the skies
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of grey
See a cloud of black
Cloud of white
Cloud of white
And i'll have it in a cold glass please
And not a red hot one
Cloud is gone
Cloud is gone
Cloud of black
Cloud of black

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

<bah bah-ing>
Hold that jinx
Back like a rabbit to the hutch


Scareball
Never heard a story quite so tall before
Scareball
This story started small

Hold that bag
The impression of langour
You have bound my heart
With an impression of practices


You're a scareball
Sheets up on face
In dreams
It includes your nose
Blowing with a handkerchief
Read about chinese business practices
You have bound your heart
With a impression of langour


Cold cold cold bar
Open special
Shrimp surround
East to us
Andrew his life is remote
Code owe you overload
In passion inference
You cannot express
Et al
Et al
You're a scareball
Scareball, scareball
Bah bah bah
Round it up x 2.

The leicester yop, tep, instructor
Emerged from corridor
His state-subsidized cannabis haze
Moved reptilian in its all-levelling routine



I said to him
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
Said it's about time you started thinking
About the rerun which is your life
Moveable backdrop



The backdrop shifted and changed



The manchester regiment of the stuarts
Would not tread on your patch
Got nearly down to derby you know
Was stopped by stinking billy
And rode a racing horse which i had liberated
From a tyneside morgue



I said to the men
It's about time you started thinking
About the black dog on your back
It's about time you started thinking
About the void in your life
A military prison or worse
The backdrop shifted and changed



The semite man's home is full of sperm
And pulled down
His mezuzah was kicked around
As i did it i said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
So did not even know what song it was
What it was



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Until did not even know
When the lot come up
Bomb-hole in our schedule



Who put the yellow pills in the gordon's gin?
The backdrop shifted and changed
Till the reptillian tep instructor merged
With stinking billy's morass of flesh
And the yorkies drifted
1902 metropole
The yorkies [ripley yorks] shifted and drifted
I said to them



The backdrop shifted and changed
And this was the fall
Goodnight

The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.
The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.
The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood
Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!
Mark'll sink us.



A message mesmerized, on all english breath,
The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood.
Mark'll sink us.



I am desolate. i live the black and blue of the night.
Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon.
It points backwards thus:
Mark'll sink us.

Unfortunately i'm coming from a bad end
And i'm destined for a bad end


But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
Blood outta stone


You're history
You've quit existation
You're green grub


And if i had any guts
I'd turn those money tables up
You dis-corporate bore
You make me tired to the bone


Cos getting things outta you....


When all your friends have dissolved
And you're yakking on the phone
You're techno-grounded
You're blood outta stone
Might appear deranged
But you're blood outta stone
You're mutton dressed as lamb
Cos you're blood outta stone
At least i've got an aim, chick
Blood outta stone
But i'm working to an aim

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

From the interstellar combination
The colours were brown and cream
And he gets pre-psicognition
Everywhere he goes.
It screams psi-cog from doorways
And upper shut-off windows.


He had a brain with a weight of four ounces.
His psi-cog was very advanced.
And quick justice not his stick.
He wasn't taking any crap from you dick.
But he got a dose of a psi-cog.
He got a dose of a psi-cog dream.


I feel it shouting at him from the flotarium
And the cauldron or rectum of its love, baby.


It was hectoring him.
It was shouting at him.
It was telling him things.
It was hectoring him.
It was lecturing him.
It was hectoring him.


Psi-cog dream.


It was shouting at him.
It was hectoring him.
It was lecturing him.
Behind tormentor was wolverine.

Dream.

From the cauldron of its love, baby.


He was locked in sauna,
Steam bath and massage.
Flotarium, it was the figure
Hectoring him from the sunbed
Of its love, baby.
It had a home with 3 minds.
It was looking at glasses through him.
It was floating on the flotarium of its love, baby.


It was shouting at him.
It was hectoring him.
It was lecturing him.
It was lying to him.
It was lecturing him.
It was hectoring him.
It was shouting at him.
It was lecturing him.


Sweat envelopes him.


Psi-cog dream.


His boss shouting at him.
It was lecturing him.
It was hectoring him.
It was shouting at him.
It was singing to him.
It was hexes at him.
It was pouting at him.
It was lecturing at him.


Psi-cog dream.

From the lectern of its love, baby.

Psi-cog dream.


Bombast...(mumble)
No boast. dream.

Got a reason to live, got a reason
For brains, butterflies for brains


That's it
Whizz bang butterflies for brains
She's got
Whizz bang butterflies for brains


Would walk ten country miles
In a fat person's moccasin
Butterflies for brains


It comes, ....
Has got, ....


The four of us are dying
I'm very concerned about school buildings
Got a reason to live, got black-cloud aura


She's got....
Here it is....
That's it....

Conversation with ham a. circa: post house motel.



Australians in europe x 6
Never ever breathe
Australians in europe
Get a whiff of air and helium to breathe.*
Australians in europe x 2
Higher! australians in europe x 3



Think.
Why did the great grandad leave?
Australians in europe never see.
He was consigned to a boat, after using a huge great cleaver.



Australians in europe x 4 never ever.......................
B.r.e.a.t.h.e.
Australians your biggest things rejected,
I have ever seen.
Because the boys use a map and they live in berlin.
Your like a pair of dogs loose in mcgregor's kiln,
You know shit.
Australians in europe x 5
Wake up and suss the scene.
You'd better leave them parents, and try hamburg to berlin.
Your just a bloody twister, so who do you think your foolin.
Australians in europe

I'm an old road-hog
I drove a big truck
Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck.
If oceans was whiskey and i was a dove
I'd dive into it and never come up.
I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines
Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines.



Last time i called my wife on the phone,
The first thing she said was "john, can you come home?
I got a lot of lodgers and they've got to go."
I said "i'll see you when i get back from the depot."



She said "john, you know i love you, i wish you wouldn't go
Send your babies some money. they're hungry and cold."
The last thing she said, and then she hung up, was
"john you gave up my loving to drive an old truck."



I made my trip up to the depot
I was gone two months cause i shot up my dough
When i got home my family was gone
The best friend i had rung my telephone.
He said "john, i guess you wonder 'bout your babies and wife...
Pneumonia got your babies and your wife took her life."
I've lost all my friends, can't sleep for bad dreams
I dream about a old truck and a pinball machine.



I never will forget the last words that old man said:
"oh lord, if i could live my life over,"
And then he fell dead, the victim of an old truck.



He was a clean-cut young man at the age of nineteen,
But now he's in his grave,
The victim of an old truck
And a pinball machine.

Had a birthday yesterday, she cried
Took off her glasses, let her hair down and sighed
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

Took the invitations to her friends
They were too busy, doing other things
Told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

She took the decorations from the wall
It was the ladder loose that made her fall
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came? woe, woe

Shout!

Here's a dance that is pure hell
Enter at your peril
Take five dead beat steps
Do a stroll
Act like you just got outta jail
You must be repellant
Dance dead beat descendant


Dead beat descendant
Shout!


Come back here
Come back here

Turn left shout and shout come back here
Then hot-tail it right outta there
You are now descendant
You are a now descendant

Dead beat descendant
Shout!

Make out your head is in a bell
And you got a man on your trail
And you are descendent, of a vicious criminal

Dead beat descendant's
Dawn!
Dawn!
Dawn!