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We don't ask for a lot but we get even less,
Dirty child playing in a rubbish dump dress, Rich in heart but poor in practice, Always last in your perfect rat race, Always last in your perfect rat race. Please kind sir spare a tuppence for me, This isn't a cry for sympathy, Homeland wasteland, desecrated trashcans, Disgust and hatred smile on your face, Cos we're always last in your perfect rat race. Sorry sights, statutory rights, All go with the same old way of life, Sticks and stones, rags and bones, All the trouble and the strife. Don't want to think about it, Don't want to talk about it, No need to know about it, PROBLEM SOLVED. Don't want to think about it, Don't want to talk about it, No need to know about it, PROBLEM SOLVED. Long lost outcast society, Of people who ain't free to be free, Tell stories of the things we've seen, Disgust your children with obscenities, Of the tales of all the places that we've been. |
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| 2. |
| 3:26 |
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I’ve got a million people worship me my head in the sand
I’ve got a tattoo on my shoulder of a dagger and rose Bells upon my fingers and a ring through my nose Candy makes a record it’s an instant hit But not as instant as the hit she got off one little bit Might have a tattoo on her shoulder of a dagger and rose The ink it might be running be that’s just how it goes It’s getting harder all the time Can’t even find a word to rhyme It’s not as easy as it’s supposed to be Suppose it’s best if I leave Belly full of serpents and a head full of hurt A book of unsung ballads that the critics said won’t work So she tried this being outrageous But the tunes just weren’t contagious Her face wasn’t as famous as the next in line Love me hold me keep me close don’t ever let me go Like me help me keep me warm don’t ever say no |
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| 3. |
| 4:34 |
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He was born diseased with a twisted mind,
His hands his feet his elbows tied, Sleeps by the day and in the night he crys. The bastard son of a travelling man, Conceived and born in a caravan, Lives where he could and comes out when he can. Death of a rock star, Played by an actor, Gotta make a film 'cos he died in a fast car, With lots of booze, drugs and sex, Make him up a demi god invent all the rest. Like character John's been trying it on, To get his picture in the news, He took a leap from his pad, The same place that his dad, Choked on a video so blue. This is the land of the free, tuning in to 6.15, We'll always want but we'll never need...On American TV. Searching for our liberty, fight the fight to succeed, Living out the American dream...On American TV. V for victory, U,S, of A, Always search for the American way, Take a bite of the big apple, kick a coca-cola can, All stand up salute Uncle Sam. Put a man on the moon now aint too soon, Another Russian spy puts a spanner in and BOOM, From Washington to Tennessee, We put the bullets in the Kennedys. |
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| 3:29 |
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I'm the man who came to dinner,
Said I wasn't stopping long, I brought a present wrapped in misery, And a bottle of sad songs. You still said , Come on in, Make yourself at home, Would you like a drink, Let me take your coat. I stand well back in the corner, With a sneer on my face, I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders, Ready to fall on this place. And I felt like one of the family, And I could be whoever I want to be. I took you down to the sea, And let you swim in deep blue water, Sunk your suspicions but then, You couldn't get back to the shore. Come on in, Make yourself at home, Would you like a drink, Let me take your coat. |
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| 4:03 |
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When the cold wind blows,
and the sarcasm cuts me again, A young man's pride is torn up, by what he calls friends... And as he gets restless, anger fills him with hate, Then he grows reckless, but its already too late, He grabs his surroundings, pulls them towards him, Looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace, It's four in the morning, the silence is deafening, He looks in the mirror and it spits in his face. C'mon now Jason, it's your life you're wasting, It's your destination, Bye bye Jason, C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow, Your trains in the station, Bye bye Jason. Cross my palms with silver, I'll cross the streets paved with gold, Just say you never saw nothing, At least that's what you're told... C'mon now Jason, it's your life your wasting, It's your destination, Bye bye Jason, C'mon now Jason, you're leaving tomorrow, Your trains in the station, Bye bye Jason. |
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| 3:22 |
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Maybe someday soon,
I'll find out what it's all about, And if you don't leave it too long, Then maybe we'll be able to sort it out. Give me five minutes more, I'm not trying to turn you away, Spend all my time asking you what's wrong, But all you say is you can't explain. I hope it'll all come through, Then I can find it out for myself, I wish it'd all come true, And let it sort things out for itself. Leave me to myself for a while, It'll only hurt more now if you stay, I don't know how to break the news, But maybe we'll be better off this way. I hope it'll all come through, Then I can find it out for myself, I wish it'd all come true, And let it sort things out for itself. |
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| 3:45 |
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Ode to the guy read about in the news,
Born by mistake he was born to lose, Never had much luck, With the pounds and the pence, Blamed everybody else, He said he never had a chance. Ship on the waves, Hole in my side, One foot in the grave, and it's just my size... 21st Century, crime in the city, And you're looking guilty as hell, Although you didn't do it, You know you can't prove it, Now maybe its time to excel, I'm alright Jack, got my hand on my stack, And defences to make you think twice, All the gold in my walls are in hideaway halls, To cancel the chance of reprise. You're king and your queens, And their widow machine, Are taking the share of your sons, Then a note through the post, And the smell of a ghost, And apologise to everyone, Their courageous attempt is all money well spent, But their gravestones they don't grow on trees, Second hand ones come cheap, Door to door while you sleep, But with no money back guarantees. |
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| 8. |
| 4:02 |
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Holy Shamoly, said the priest to the girl,
As he wrapped his arms around her, And his guts became her world, She said I can't take any more, No I can't take any more, And she could taste the christ, Breath the church, Smell the crucifixion, Of another fallen angel, hooked up on false religion. She's gotta Hole for a soul, She's gotta sad, sad tale to tell, She's gotta Hole for a soul, Of being twisted in a living hell. Crikey Moses, he said with bottle in his hand, Fingers worn thin down to the bone, From working on the promised land, Fingers worn thin, tattered and torn from scratching, All this blood and sand, Said I can't take any more, No I can't take any more, He had a loving wife, Doting child, An Englishman's castle for his home, Every mile stood this broken man, And every two stood this broken man's dream. He's gotta Hole for a soul, He's gotta sad, sad tale to tell, He's gotta Hole for a soul, Of being twisted in a living hell. |
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| 9. |
| 5:27 |
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Listening to the story of an angry old man,
He had the whole world in his pocket but, He had a hole there in his hand, Never had much trouble fitting into his surroundings, Dived headlong into life, And ended up by drowning, Died by drowning. His blood is pure venom and his teeth are solid gold, His clothes are made from human skin, He's a thousand years old, He lives down by the poisoned stream, Where only alligators swim, Sits there drinking moonshine, Playing a mean violin, a mean violin, A really wicked violin. You've got four lines on your forehead, And that tells me that you're worried, Don't shoot my dog, Don't shoot my dog, I said please don't shoot my dog. His wife is laying face down in the pool upon the porch, He spied me through his blindness, As I spied her with my torch, His skin goes tight around his face, As he smiles his blinding smile, Points over to a dozen wives laying in a pile, Laying in a pile... pile high. |
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10pm in a cold and lonely hotel room,
I think of you all the time, My car was built the same year Hendrix died, My mom just cried when I told her. So good to see you again, Take my hand and go. I'm going down to Desolation town, I'm going down to Desolation town. Four walls of stains and names that I don't know, I'll call my home for a while, Time took its cigarette and broke its bones, Bet Davey Jones didn't know he was in this song. So good to see you again, Take my hand and go. I'm going down to Desolation town, I'm going down to Desolation town. |
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| 3:06 |
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In my house, there's a place I can hide,
When I feel a surge of self pity, In my house there's a place where I sit, And watch the violence on the telly, In my house there's a kitchen, Where we eat, drink and cook, And in my house there's an attic at the top, where my sister and her boyfriend go. My house, get down the stairs, My house, 'till your dad gets home, My house, listen son there's a few rules you should know, About living in My house, do as you're told, My house, have you got that straight, My house, if you wanna own it then you just better wait. In My house, there's a bathroom, It's a lovely shade of green, In My house, there's a best room, And mum keeps that real clean, In My house, there's five bedrooms, And there's only four of us, In My house, there's an alley down the back, And a hut that ain't up to much. |
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| 3:58 |
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Don't cry baby, rest your weary head,
Don't cry mama, daddy didn't mean what he said. Wake up baby, its a brand new day, Wake up mama, I think he's gone away, And it's always on my mind... we're only human. What do you want, it's more than I can give, Man I'm just a human being. What makes a man bruise his loving wife, What makes a man want to take his own life, And it's always on my mind... we're only human. What do you want, it's more than I can give, Man I'm just a human being. I wish I'd been to Woodstock, Or written Wild Thing, I wish I'd shot the pope dead, Or killed a foreign king, And it's always on my mind... we're only human. |
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