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Brian, top marks for not tryin'
So kind of you to bless us With your effortlessness We're grateful and so strangely comforted And I wonder, are you puttin' us under? Cause we can't take our eyes off The t-shirt and ties combination Well see you later, innovator Some want to kiss, some want to kick you There's not a net you couldn't slip through Or at least that's the impression I get Cause you're smooth and you're wet And she's not aware yet, but she's yours She'll be sayin' "Use me, Show me the jacuzzi" I imagine that it's there on a plate Your rendezvous rate means that you'll never be frightened To make them wait for a while I doubt it's your style Not to get what you set out to acquire The eyes are on fire You are the unforecasted storm (Brian) Calm, collected, and commandin' (Top marks for not tryin') You made the other stories standin' With your renditions and jokes Bet there's hundreds of blokes That have wept cause You've stolen their, thunder Are you puttin' us under? Cause we can't take our eyes off The t-shirt and ties combination Well see you later, innovator |
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| 2. |
| 2:41 |
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They sped up to the point where they provoke
the punchline before they have told the joke Concealed desperation to be seen staring at the television screen They sped up to the point where they provoke you to tell the fucking punchline before you have to the joke I`m sorry, sunshine, it doesn`t exist it wasn`t in the top 100 list And it`s the thousandth time that it`s even bolder Don`t be surprised when you get bent over they told ya but you were dyin` for it She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn`t what it seemed The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means Another variation on a theme A tangle on the television and a magazine D`you reckon that they do it for a joke? D`you reckon that they make them take an oath that says that we are defenders of any poser or professional pretender around When did your list replace the twist and turn and the fist replace the kiss, don`t concern Don`t be bothered I don`t want your prayer Save it for the morning after And it`s the thousandth time that it`s even bolder don`t be surprised when you get bent over they told ya but you were gagging for it Let`s have a game on the teddy picker not quick enough can i have it quicker already thick, can you get in quicker Let`s have a game on the teddy picker not quick enough can i have it quicker already thick, can you get in quicker Coz you meant that all things are equal Who`d want to be men of the people When there`s people like you |
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| 2:14 |
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He knew what he wanted to say
But he did not want to word it The dirty little Herbert Was thinking an escape But the place was well guarded The guiltiness that started Soon as the other part had stopped D is for Delightful And try and keep your trousers on I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for Desperately trying to stimulate What it was that was alright Three quarters of an hour ago That had led him to be in a position And every compromission On the brink of an episode He's nearing the brink but he thinks first The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first The parallel universe perhaps could be the perfect scene He's nearing the brink but he thinks first, the parallel I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare D is for Delightful And try and keep your trousers on You should know you're his favourite worst nightmare |
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| 4. |
| 2:47 |
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Running off over next door's garden
Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun The confidence is the balaclava I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good With the ending wreak of salty cheeks And runny makeup alone Oh will blood run down the face Of a boy bewildered and scorned And you'll find yourself in a skirmish Where you wish you'd never been born And you tie yourself to the tracks And there isn't no going back And it's wrong wrong wrong But well do it anyway 'cause we love a bit of trouble Are you pulling her from a burning building Or throwing her to the sharks You can only hope the ending is as pleasurable as the start The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you baffle 'em straight And its wrong wrong wrong she can hardly wait That's right, he wont let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform And the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks in this crime? That's right, he wont let her out his sight Now the shaggers perform And the daggers are drawn Who's the crooks is this.... Crime! That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight That's right, he won't let her out his sight Will You be able to post any day of the most For the sights of all time You knew that it could be trouble right before the very first kiss Quiet and unassuming but your heard that they were the naughtiest She pleaded with you to take it off But you resisted and fought Sorry sweetheart I'd much rather, keep on the balaclava. |
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| 5. |
| 2:56 |
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You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Nothing seems as pretty as the past though That Bloody Mary's lacking a Tabasco Remember when he used to be a rascal? Oh that boy's a slag The best you ever had The best you ever had Is just a memory and those dreams Not as daft as they seem Not as daft as they seem My love when you dream them up... Flicking through a little book of sex tips Remember when the boys were all electric? Now when she tells she's gonna get it I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget i Clinging to not getting sentimental Said she wasn't going but she went still Likes her gentlemen to not be gentle Was it a Mecca Dobber or a betting pencil? Oh that boy's a slag The best you ever had The best you ever had Is just a memory and those dreams Weren't as daft as they seem Not as daft as they seem My love when you dream them up Oh, where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? Woah. Falling about You took a left off Last Laugh Lane You just sounded it out You're not coming back again. Falling about You took a left off Last Laugh Lane You just sounded it out You're not coming back again. You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Started all the naughty nights with niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Everything was pretty in the past though That Bloody Mary's lacking in tabasco Remember when he used to be a rascal? |
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| 3:01 |
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to moon6pence from papayeverte
In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling, That it was a heart that he was stealing, Oh he was ready to impress and the fierce excitement, The eyes are bright he couldnt wait to get away, I bet the juliet was just the icing on the cake, Make no mistake no, And even if somehow we could have shown you the place you wanted, Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own, And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch, Well all the little promises they dont mean much, When theres memories to be made, And I hope you're holding hands by new years eve, They made it far too easy to believe, That true romance cant be acheived these days, And even if somebody could have shown you the place you wanted, Well I sure you could have made it that bit better on your own, You are the only ones who know |
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| 3:25 |
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Well the morning was complete.
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat, Several hours or several weeks, I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak! It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill, And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that. It's these times that it tends, The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart Oh! hold on to your heart. Do me a favour, break my nose! Do me a favour, tell me to go away! Do me a favour, stop asking questions! She walked away, well her shoes were untied, And the eyes were all red, You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited, 'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye. Curiousity becomes a heavy load, Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold. Curiousity becomes a heavy load, Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold. And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help! She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself! How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind, Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind. |
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| 3:08 |
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This house is a circus, berserk as fuck
We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end Looking for trouble and there's lovers to be had Those ones next to us are such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we're forever unfulfilled Can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man's eyes Forever unfulfilled And can't think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man's eyes The more you open your mouth The more you're forcing performance All the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around just so that you won't forget There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue Struggling with the notion that it's life not film This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end |
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| 4:32 |
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If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers
Three hundred and fifty 'no thank you's' and nobody flinches Go on girl, go on, give us something gruesome We require your grief, the thugs help the thieves As they're trying to rob the words from her gob And take the source of the innocence If you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers Can't you sense she was never meant to fill column inches? And you've had enough, what you're trying to dig up Isn't there to be dug, the thieves help the thugs As they're trying be the good grace of a sweetheart Out to the point she'll comply Why leave her on her own? If I'd have known then I wouldn't have said it I wouldn't have said it if I would have known Why leave her on her own? If I predicted tears then I wouldn't have said it I wouldn't have said it if I would have known There's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are Our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far I don't know what it is that they want I don't know what it is that they want But I haven't got it to give She hasn't got it to give |
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| 2:21 |
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to moonn6pence from papayeverte
Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse, Oh the nights like a whirlwind, Somebody's girlfriend's talkin' to me but its alright, She's sayin that hes not gonna slap me or try to attack me, Hes not the jealous type, And I ony need to get half an excuse and im away, But when theres no excuses thats much easier to say, I've been before, And all these capers make her too forward to ignore, Well She's talkin but im not entirely sure, ohh Do the bad thing, Take off your wedding ring, But it wont make it that much easier, it might make it worse, Oh im stood at the bar and somebody's partner's talkin to me, But I dont know that is what she isnt she murmors things to confirm That the tragedy is true, And I knew 'how could she could have anyone she wants, And im strugglin to think of an immediate response, Like I dont mind, Be a big mistake, For you to wait, And let me waste your time, Really love its fine, Really love its fine, And then the first time it occured that there was something to destroy, I knew before the invitation that there was this ploy, Oh but she carried on suggestin, a struggle to refuse, She said "its the red wine this time, but that is no excuse" |
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| 3:09 |
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Old yellow bricks,
Love's a risk, Quite the little Escapoligist Looked so miffed, When you wished, For a thousand places better than this, You are the fugitive, But you dont know what you're runnin from, You cant kid us, And you couldnt trick anyone, Houdini, love you dont know what you're runnin away from, Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia, Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? She was enraged by the way, That the emperor put traps in the cage, And the days she being dull, Lead to nights readin beer bottles, You're such a fugitive, But you dont know what you're runnin from, You cant kid us, And you couldn't trick anyone, Houdini, love you dont know what you're runnin away from, Who wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up? Blinded by nostalgia, Who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up? You're at a loss, Just because, It wasnt all that you thought it was, You are a fugitive but you dont know what you're runnin away from, She said I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up, And revel in nostalgia, I know I said he wants to sleep in the city that never wakes up but, Dorothy was right though |
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| 4:11 |
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I’m going back to 505, if it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec, Oh when you look at me like that my darling, What did you expect, I’ll probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark, The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, Frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark, The middle of adventure is such a perfect place to start I’m going back to 505, if it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs. But I crumble completely when you cry, It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with goodbye I’m always just about to go and spoil the surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon I’m going back to 505, if it’s a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive, In my imagination you’re waiting, lying on your side, With your hands between your thighs, and a smile |
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