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All those whose mind entitles themselves,
and whose main entitle is themselves, shall feel the wrath of my bombast! Clanging in my heart. Bastard! Idiot! Feel the wrath of my bombast! Bastard idiot! Feel the wrath. Those who dare mix real life with politics And go on regardless of the..of the discoveries Will feel the wrath of bombast clanging in my heart All those whose mind entitles themselves and whose main entitle is themselves shall feel the wrath of my bombast! |
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Out of England, I dream of its creamery
When I'm there I dwell on Saxony. In Turkey when I've been due to World War I Istanbul is the place 'cos of my birthday. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy I got everything I got everything I want except for hungry I got everything I want except for money. I've got the best round set aside for parties They'll have one when I've gone In fact, they said so, good one. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy Friends disintegrate within circles of cash Residue after years of fab genius Is a pension for the jews and a medal from the company which I wiped my butt on and hung on a laburnum tree. I am barmy Bleedin' barmy I am barmy Bleedin' barmy Just call me the first (repeat 10 times) I lay waiting hopefully on sloped grass green I am barmy, bleedin' barmy A dramatic verse (repeat 3 times) The programs lot We break into tune Take and bring a word Ring a buzzer Take and bring a word ( " ) A dramatic verse |
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How can I? How can I? How can I?
Get up, make a buck Get up, make a buck My race was bred on hash My race was bred on hash Get up, make a buck, Get up, make a buck. The stolen dark Please don't (muffled). What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) What you need (band) Turn down a corner I Been bleeding some itch What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) What you need (MES) What you need (MES and band) An oven mitt What you need for your verbose kitchen What you need (MES and band) Present notebook for you What you need (MES and band) A bit of Iggy Stooge. What you need (MES and band) Whay you need (MES and band) Reduced smoking habit What you need (MES and band) Sex but not having it What you need (MES) One face Two face new What you need (band) Slippery shoes for your horrible feet We're obsessed with (MES and band) What you need (MES) What you need is to love her so much What you need is us as pressure group Out of reach What you need (band) On this we're all agreed What you need (MES and band) One: Face with girl past What you need Two: a profile that is low-key And to meet your horrible new dad With a grudge against me What you need (MES and band) What you need (band) Is a censor for pals like these. What you need (MES and band) What you need (band) What you need (MES and band) What you need is One. What face? Two: face new Three. Face mag for arse Four. Three rules of audience Five. Mug of Geoff Travis, framed Six. The book Theft is Vision by the brothers Copeland. What you need (MES) Finance luck What you need (band) What you need (MES) Out of reach What you need (band) What you need (MES) What you need (MES) What you need (band) Get up, make a buck What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need (band) How can I? What you need |
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Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in The child was spoilt Victorian The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child Sugar and cakes appear mean Sitting at the table Tigers pop-up from books Spoilt Victorian Child Let's take it ten years on You're looking back from then Under rough grey blankets Thread loose stained grey blanket Spoilt Victorian Child C.L.O. - Pedia E.N.C.Y.C.L.O. - Pedia Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers Thru' the aqueduct of five years Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child Mirrors can't hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes Spoilt Victorian Child Past trees the fairies are flyin Past trees with rose bushes in The butterfly shrugs to fly in Sugar and iced cakes appear mean The child was spoilt Victorian The child was spoilt Victorian Spoilt Victorian Child C.L.O. - Pedia And you know that servants keep their order knowledge And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe In the encrusted green unwild You know you are a spoilt Victorian child |
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Odeon
Sky Uncanny Bushes are in disagreement with the heat L.A. Uncanny Person They have filled boulevards with white snow, scum-ball L.A. This is my happening and it freaks me out |
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It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own To sit, friendless & alone She is friendless and alone I'm a vixen on its own The triple gang & the throng Did not feel helpless or alone The vixen got no friends She needs a poison pen Even in Switzerland The people cry "vixen" Silver cross, all alone The bird had flown With their omen they'll fly Had flown, silver cross All alone (So millions were broken hearted) All alone, with no home It's all alone And some night, wind moves the leaves They pick themselves up & run Perhaps all that night possessed no way of telling time It had taken her a long time Suddenly back on its own To sit, friendless & alone She is friendless and alone A man's trust, (appalling/a pole in) debt To sit friendless and alone With no home, with no home Vixen's got no home She is friendless and alone A long time on its own It shone around her Triple gang |
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I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this
Life can be an onward, downward Chip-chit-chip-chit-chip I'm not saying they're really thick But all the groups who've hit it big Make the Kane Gang look like an Einstein chip chip NYC chip A place to live chip This is the Thule group. This is the cool group. I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this. Shawn and (the Chewer/Petula), macabre Here are your wedding pictures They are black Stick it in the gut Stick in the mud. Boffins bray Boffins brag Stick it in the gut Stick in the mud. They take from the medium poor to give to the needy poor Via the government poor Give it to the poor poor They're knocking on my door Entrance Entranced Stick it in the mud Stick it in the gut Cheap fog Cheap fog Rotting scout-belt Stick it in the gut Who are the riff-makers. Who are they really? How old are the stars really? Half-wit philanthropist, cosy charity gig If God could see this He'd stick it They stick it in the gut Cheap fog Rotting scout-belt Stick it in the gut Stay in the mud They take it from the medium poor To give it to the medium poor Via the government poor And give it to the poor poor Stick it in the gut Red composite Wealthy philanthropist You son of a bitch Entranced Entrance Entranced Stick in the mud Stick it in the gut I'm telling you now and I'm telling you this, Life can be a downward chip. |
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My new house
You should see my house My new house You should see my new house No rabbit hutch about it I bought it off the baptists I get the bills And I get miffed At the damn polyester fills The interior is a prison unconscious My new house Keep away from my new house Wash the drawers of pills It's got window sills With lead centred in the middle of them My new house Is no beatnik hang-out That Halifax copter Sure dropped me a cropper Sometimes I think I'll ring Swine-Tax And go back to my flat But my new house I do love the mad things about it According to the postman It's like the bleeding Bank of England Creosote tar fence surrounds it Those razor blades eject when I press eject My new house Could easily crack a mortal, it The spare room is fine Though a little haunted By Mr. Reagan who had hung himself at number 13 Mr. Reagan hung himself at number 13 It'll be great when it's decorated My new house |
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We go two, twice all the way round those things
Two high ones, two low ones, yeah Right man Man stopped us at corner He had a bloody nose And then he opened his denim jacket It was under his vest made out of tracing paper Chest scars portrayed Aztec life in his horrible... ...formation really late. Main sequence stars were no good for making carbon in this way. Red giant stars... ...(surplayed). Disfigured in a lady, tedious Was over accountant's and on business Then I woke up and I decided to recommence my diary Then I read Paula Yates on vision cokeheads Then I found out we were not going to Italy Later Mam said 'Those continentals are little monkeys' And yesterday we has liver and sausage over And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork' And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork' Distractors, post-doctors behind come in Dressed in suits, grow talons Everyone clenched plaits horror And sometimes they say... And sometimes I feel like saying This is bloody Newark Or some drive-in slap place In Breda and in Cologne With the shirt (on/off) Sun in vicinity As if I hadn't done 10 month's service In the USA On media guts (It circles is) where I start And sometimes they say... And I think If I'd wanted to live in Holland And if I'd wanted to be lived in I'd have packed up and pissed off When I was 16 A (Swiss good ass/as/at) this lousy business Was the last thing I was ever imagining Hey Mark, why can't I live in England? (The end of shoes, all warehouse shoe/you've got Cheap new one, the target is too yahoo And take over all the desparate I'll take over discussion and ....humanely regular colours over... ...engineered oxidate zeppelin Old world style, old man only juke box caught All power jets on....spectacular facets) And sometimes they say.... Hey, you're f**king up the paintwork What is this thing they're so hard-assed about? I thought I lived in England |
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Generous, valeric, Jehovah's Witness
Stands in Cologne Marktplatz Drums come in When the drums come in fast Drums to shock, into brass evil What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C? Ain't got no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki The f**k-up like red acid rain Give it to me Daki every day Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me I'm Damo Suzuki Soundtracks, Soundtracks Melched together, the lights The lights above you Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber And read him every day Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash I put by (cup of) meine fire, okay I have no time for Western medicine I am Damo Suzuki May we go back to days pre-Virgin Cannot get on clear vinyl The handle that was brass, is now brass evil The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey I am Damo Suzuki Is this west latent pattern? Run it, says Damo's spirit Is this lesser European? Speak it, says Damo's spirit I am Damo Suzuki |
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Up the drain pipe
Rapid he did sprout [grey templates on us] he had to inflict Tv documentary that it produced When he whistled in the street The men would turn around in fear Of being thought effete Petty thief lout Up the drain pipe Rapid he did sprout Crime Hides records in his drawer at home Especially when they are rare Never gives 'em out to every tom dick & harry Who stole before from petty thief lout Un the drain pipe Rapid he did sprout [grey templates on us] he had to inflict Suburbia holds More than you care for One must make sure When leaving the house Never to have white powder on the nose about F-prints F-prints on the fingers Sprout Great tempus onus Suburbia holds more than you care for Petty thief lout |
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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 |
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