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In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge
In this land right now some are insane a million charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the boast again To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to boast again In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge In this land right now some are insane a million charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty |
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| 2. |
| 3:27 |
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The change will do you good
I always knew it would Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The sins of the flesh Are simply sins of lust Sweat? running down your back Sweat? running down your neck Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue) Colder couplings in the night (never saw your body) Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good Damaged goods Send ?m back I can? work, I can? have tea Send me back Open the till Give me the change you said would do me good Refund the cost You said you?e cheap but you?e so smart Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good I? kissing you goodbye |
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| 3. |
| 3:11 |
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell out, maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Coercion of the senses We are not so gullible Our great expectations A future for the good Fornication makes you happy No escape from society Natural is not in it Your relations are of power We all have good intentions But all with strings attached Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world History lives on the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men The past lives on in your front room The poor still weak the rich still rule History lives in the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men The past lives in the books at home No weak men in the books at home History lives in the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men |
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| 5. |
| 2:25 |
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People got their opinions
Where do they come from? Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act People got opinions Where do they come from? Distant blood of ruvies Won't discover money come on Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act So to change ideas Change is what we do Too much thinking makes me ill I think I'll have another gin A few more drinks it'll be alright Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act Each day seems like a natural fact [Repeat: x4] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAVID ALLEN/JONATHAN KING/ANDREW GILL/HUGO BURNHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love. These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch |
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| 7. |
| 3:26 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love. These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch |
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| 8. |
| 4:55 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love. These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch |
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| 9. |
| 3:39 |
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Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow There may be oil (Now looking out for pleasure) Under Rockall (It's at the end of the rainbow) There may be oil (The happy ever after) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil (It's corked up with the ether) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil |
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| 4:14 | 
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| 11. |
| 3:41 |
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The moment I was born I opened my eyes
I reached out for my credit card I know I never did my own suit Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time [Repeat x2] On the first day of my life I opened my eyes Guess where with superstars surrounded by luxury-eagers I need a prison I need a hot fire No credit no goods Come on back I say They say we're bankrupt Capital it fails us now come and let us seize the time x2 Capital it fails us now Oh no! I left it in my other suit! One day all will be living on credit Bankrupt I'm still in credit just One day all men are living on credit ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GILL <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 12. |
| 3:42 |
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Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman (You must be joking, o man you must be joking) She needed to be protected The good life was so elusive Handouts, they got me down I had to regain my self-respect So I got into camouflage The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4] To have ambitions was my ambition But I had nothing to show for my dreams Time with my girl I spent it well (you must be joking, o man you must be joking) The good life was so elusive Handouts, they got me down I had to regain my confidence So I got into camouflage The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4] I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) To have ambition Was my ambition Time with my girl I spent it well (you must be joking, o man you must be joking) The girls they love to see you shoot The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform I love a man in a uniform (they love to see you shoot) I love a man in a uniform The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love a, they love a, they love a) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) (they love a, they love a, they love a) (I love a man in a uniform) |
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| 3:40 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cover all the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket At home she's looking for interest At home she's looking for interest She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cob off And the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket Two steps forward (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) Small step for him (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) At home she feels like a tourist At home she feels like a tourist She fills her head with culture She gives herself an ulcer Why make yourself so anxious You give yourself an ulcer |
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| 3:20 |
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Everybody is in too many pieces
No-man's land surrounds our desires To crack the shell we mix with others Some lie in the arms of lovers The city is the place to be With no money you go crazy I need an occupation! You have to pay for satisfaction We live as we dream, alone To crack the shell we mix with the others Some flirt with fascism Some lie in the arms of lovers We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5] Everybody is in too many pieces No-man's-land surrounds me! With no money we'll all go crazy (we apologize) Man and woman need to work It helps us define ourselves We were not born in isolation But sometimes it seems that way We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5] We live as we dream, alone The space between our work and its product Some fall into fatalism As if it started this way We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x3] We live as we dream, alone (We live as we dream, alone) We live as we dream, alone (We were not born in isolation) We live as we dream, alone (But sometimes it seems that way) (The space between our work and its product) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (As if it always must be this way) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (With no money we'll all go crazy) |
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| 1. |
| 5:32 |
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| 2. |
| 4:17 |
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell out, maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Coercion of the senses We are not so gullible Our great expectations A future for the good Fornication makes you happy No escape from society Natural is not in it Your relations are of power We all have good intentions But all with strings attached Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine |
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| 4:20 |
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Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman (You must be joking, o man you must be joking) She needed to be protected The good life was so elusive Handouts, they got me down I had to regain my self-respect So I got into camouflage The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4] To have ambitions was my ambition But I had nothing to show for my dreams Time with my girl I spent it well (you must be joking, o man you must be joking) The good life was so elusive Handouts, they got me down I had to regain my confidence So I got into camouflage The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform [Repeat: x4] I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) I need an order (shoot, shoot) To have ambition Was my ambition Time with my girl I spent it well (you must be joking, o man you must be joking) The girls they love to see you shoot The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform I love a man in a uniform (they love to see you shoot) I love a man in a uniform The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love a, they love a, they love a) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) I love a man in a uniform (they love a they love a they love a bang bang) (they love to see you shoot) The girls they love to see you shoot (bang bang you're dead) (they love a, they love a, they love a) (I love a man in a uniform) |
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| 4:57 |
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Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh)
New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths) Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow There may be oil (Now looking out for pleasure) Under Rockall (It's at the end of the rainbow) There may be oil (The happy ever after) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil (It's corked up with the ether) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil |
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| 4:52 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cover all the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket At home she's looking for interest At home she's looking for interest She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cob off And the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket Two steps forward (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) Small step for him (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) At home she feels like a tourist At home she feels like a tourist She fills her head with culture She gives herself an ulcer Why make yourself so anxious You give yourself an ulcer |
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| 6. |
| 6:10 |
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No weak men in the books at home
The strong men who have made the world History lives on the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men The past lives on in your front room The poor still weak the rich still rule History lives in the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men The past lives in the books at home No weak men in the books at home History lives in the books at home The books at home It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men It's not made by great men |
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| 7. |
| 4:09 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love. These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch |
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| 2:31 |
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The change will do you good
I always knew it would Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The sins of the flesh Are simply sins of lust Sweat? running down your back Sweat? running down your neck Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue) Colder couplings in the night (never saw your body) Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good Damaged goods Send ?m back I can? work, I can? have tea Send me back Open the till Give me the change you said would do me good Refund the cost You said you?e cheap but you?e so smart Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good I? kissing you goodbye |
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| 9. |
| 2:45 |
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People got their opinions
Where do they come from? Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act People got opinions Where do they come from? Distant blood of ruvies Won't discover money come on Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act So to change ideas Change is what we do Too much thinking makes me ill I think I'll have another gin A few more drinks it'll be alright Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act Each day seems like a natural fact [Repeat: x4] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DAVID ALLEN/JONATHAN KING/ANDREW GILL/HUGO BURNHAM <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 10. |
| 3:32 |
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The problem of leisure
What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell out, maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Coercion of the senses We are not so gullible Our great expectations A future for the good Fornication makes you happy No escape from society Natural is not in it Your relations are of power We all have good intentions But all with strings attached Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine |
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| 11. |
| 3:30 |
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At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer He fills his head with culture He gives himself an ulcer Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cover all the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket At home she's looking for interest At home she's looking for interest She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process She said she was ambitious So she accepts the process Down on the disco floor They make their profit From the things they sell To help you cob off And the rubbers you hide In your top left pocket Two steps forward (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) (Six steps back) Small step for him (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) (Big jump for me) At home she feels like a tourist At home she feels like a tourist She fills her head with culture She gives herself an ulcer Why make yourself so anxious You give yourself an ulcer |
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| 12. |
| 4:54 |
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Woke up this morning desperation a.m.
What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love. These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery. Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch |
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