MY
INSATIABLE ONE
In the high life, i've got this feeling now
I've got this horrible feeling
on the escalator they took it out on him
as the ridiculous world went...oh
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one...oh
On the high wire, dressed in a leotard
there wobbles one hell of a retard
on the escalator
we shit paracetemol
as the ridiculous world goes...by
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
he's my insatiable one
oh he is gone
and he was...my inflatable one
TO
THE BIRDS
Don't take your life cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino
You won't be going to heaven alone
I see her by the window waiting every night
So I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it
I see her by the window pour the poison from you
I'll go there through the window in my sixteen hole boots
And I'll sing to the birds here at my side
And I'll sing to the birds that will save my life...
Don't take your life cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight
I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits
I think I'm going to heaven on it
I see her by the window and I see there's a day
We'll walk out through the traffic and pour the poison away
So I'll sing to the birds there at my side
And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life
...I will lie down for her
WHERE
THE PIGS DON'T FLY
Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
Where pigs don't fly, oh
Out over there, out in the sticky wire fire,
Your royal stickiness, your highness
I've heard there's someone saying "I do"
And banging at the old piano tune
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do
I do...
HE'S
DEAD
I wake up every day,
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the roundabout
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh what you do in your head,
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the luck of a son
With all the love and poison of London
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead...
THE
BIG TIME
I watch the slow hand
Kill the day,
I see my starring mode
take away,
I watch the skyline,
for him to come
And when he comes alone,
we'll be gone.
And we'll go into the city,
into the light
We'll be there in the headlines,
in care of the night
Cause this is the big time
this is the way
Now he's in the big time
he'll show you the way
This is the big time
This is the way
Now he's in the big time
And you're in the way...
HIGH
RISING
You'll hide among the lovers
And wave as the aeroplanes go by,
There's nothing to say,
When you sleep all day, but "bye-bye".
Your mind will find another
And that's where the days have gone,
And all you can hear is a stereo somewhere,
Playing a pig-of-a-song
And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
She called you from across the city,
You hired a car to crawl,
But with the high rise still in your eyes,
You wonder who's out there at all.
And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
Stop making me older, start making me new.
Stop making me older, start making me new...
THE
LIVING DEAD
Where's all the money gone? - I'm talking to you,
All up the hole in your arm,
is the needle a much better screw?
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
Where is this life of fun that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it
I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
If I was the wife of an acrobat would I
look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back,
Let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car, could have had it all,
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.
I know where the money's gone - I know what you do
Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's
a much better screw.
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go...
MY
DARK STAR
In a hired car she will come to England from the sea,
And as the tide flows the London snows will come.
And from the skyline shines the lies of the
government's singular history
So in a hired world she will buy a gun
And she will come from India with a love in her eyes
Or she will come from Argentina
with her cemetary eyes that say Oh, how my dark star will rise
In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight
And she will come from India with a gun at her side,
Or she will come from Argentina
with her cemetary eyes that say
Oh, how my dark star will rise,
...and she will rise
KILLING
OF A FLASHBOY
All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter
And go shaking on the scene like killing machines
And they know that when she's stacked up top
She's a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like the killing machines here we go
It's the same old show, he is a killer, he's a flashboy oh oh
This is the killing of a flashboy oh oh oh
Oh if you shake your fake tan through aerosol land you'll know
That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravanettes oh no
And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more
oh shaking obscene like a killing machine, here we go
It's the same old show, he is a killer, he's a flash boy oh
He is a killer, he's a flash boy oh oh oh
...and Athena loves your body
So think of the sea my baby
Think of the sea as you murder me
so think of the sea my baby
think of the sea as you murder me, murder me, murder me The same old show, he is
a killer, he's a flash boy oh oh
This is the killing of a flash boy oh...
WHIPSNADE
We are only young
but we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre
we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
and we'll move like Nuryev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
We are only young
but we style out future in the shadow of guns
We are not idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip,
cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
we'll be moving like Nuryev at night
Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names
while pylons hide the suicide
Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names...
MODERN
BOYS
Come on to me
My winter son
we can lie on the rails
And when the morning comes...
We'll be miles away, miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps,
Running away from this cruel disease
miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Come on to me my sickly thing,
We can lie on the rails
But to really bring
we'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world, it calls
My International
Let's decades die, let the parties fall
and we'll be miles away, miles away
Cos we'll be living like
Modern boys, modern boys
hand in hand, sick of the fear
chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Into the night, under the stars
jumping the lights in the silent cars
He's on your left, I'm on your right
It's so easy in the concrete night
TOGETHER
She was standing smoking counting stolen change,
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said "Superman, I'm a big fan, let's get something straight,
Well you don't have the guts to complain"
Now you're son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together
I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you, that's OK
'cos now I've got the guts to complain
And now you're sons coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play
When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together...
BENTSWOOD
BOYS
When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll
You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls
in a white boys world
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food
You see time push the pram
'cos she was on her back in his estate car
And in the back of his van
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
For the Bentswood boys (things are happening)
For the Bentswood boys (mmm... tell it like it is!)
Don't take me down
Don't take me down
Don't take me down south...
EUROPE
IS OUR PLAYGROUND
Run with me baby,
Let your hair down
Through every station, through every town
Run with me, baby
Let's take a chance,
From Heathrow to Hounslow
From the Eastern Block to France.
Europe is our playground,
London is our town
So run with me baby now.
Run with me baby,
Let your hair down.
Through every station, through every town
Run with me, baby
Let's make a stand
From Hecho to disco
From Spain to Canvisance.
Europe is our playground,
London is our town
So run with me baby now.
Europe is our playground
London is our town
So run with me baby now.
Run with me, come with me
Run with me baby now....
EVERY MONDAY
MORNING COMES
Oh when you weren't there
Watch the planes go by, silver in the sky,
Do whatever we like,
Oh when you were near
See the birds in the sea
People on the street could do whatever we please
When every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah
Oh every Monday morning comes
Every Monday morning, yeah
Oh, when you weren't there
Watch the London sky, the traffic rolling by
Do whatever we like,
So we chase the tail away
Feel the morning rain
Kiss our money down the drain
Do whatever they say.
When every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah
Oh every Monday morning comes
Every Monday morning, yeah
HAVE
YOU EVER BEEN THIS LOW?
Have you ever been this low?
The taxis take you where you wanna go
Broken windows and this television show
Have you ever been so, low?
I am the one, oh-oh
I see the sun , oh-oh
I like to know, oh-oh
But there's nobody home, oh-oh
Nobody home, oh-oh
So much happening today,
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away.
Draw the blinds and watch the show
Haven't ever been so low
I am the one, oh-oh
I see the sun , oh-oh
I like to know, oh-oh
But there's nobody home, oh-oh
Nobody home, oh-oh
I am the one, oh-oh
I am the sun , oh-oh
I like to know, oh-oh
There's nobody home, oh-oh
I see the sun, ah-ah....
ANOTHER NO-ONE
She takes the blame, takes the pain
But the world smiles, cos outside is just a taxi ride, to drive away
She packs her bags, calls a cab
And the world smiles, cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say:
Yes, it's the end, the final showdown
Yes, it's the end, of our sorrow
You'll have to find another no-one
Who'll take the shit like I have
I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end.
She feels the sun, phones her mum
And the world smiles, cos outside in the morning light, it's another day
She packs her bags
Smokes a fag, and the world smiles
Cos inside where she feels alright
And turns to say:
Yes, it's the end, the final showdown
Yes, it's the end, of our sorrow
You'll have to find another no-one
Who'll take the shit like I have
I guess this is the end,
I guess this is the end...
YOUNG
MEN
Tony only reads Asian Babes
Dannyјs doing Doves down the raves
Terry drinks his money away
Oh God, and his sons play drums all day
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again
Les says punk isn't dead
Mick is not impeccably bred
Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh God, and Phil's still off his head
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene are the young men
Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men
Fighting in the clubs, flesh on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men
Boozing on the train, P-45's and cheap champagne - it's the young men, young men,
young men.
THE
SOUND OF THE STREETS
She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
The cash machines are laughing
At plastic people passing
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie in the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah, ah
She sees the midnight taxis
The toilets and the backstreets
She feels the wheels and needs a line
Outside there's crazy parties
There's painted faces laughing
So many ways to pass the time
MONEY
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
Get slash, get cash, get phoney.
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
Get rich, get stich, get lonely.
So come and amaze me,
So come and amaze me,
Takes everyone, every son, every day and every month
And some kind I want to know its the money
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey,
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
Get rich, get heels, get slowly.
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey,
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me, honey
Get fuck, get stuck, get loaded.
So come and amaze me,
So come and amaze me,
Takes everyone, every son, everyd ay and every month
And some kind I want to know, it's the money
Yes everyone, every son, every day and every month
And some kind I want to know, its the money
Takes everyone, every son, every day and every month
And some kind I want to know, its the money
Yes everyone, every son, every day and every month
Its a pig-of-a life for a man and a wife,
It's the money,
la la la....money.
W.S.D.
Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill, it's sadder than it probably
sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill, don't o.d. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there, don't o.d. on her now
Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
We're so disco we can't get on this world anymore
Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now
Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?
THIS
TIME
Day after day, every morning
the city sighs and cars collide
We take the train through the Winterlands and garage bands
And we wash it away, wash it away this gray, wash it away
Cos this time is yours and mine, oh oh
Hear the city sounds, see the lonely clowns
This scene is you and me, oh oh
In the lazy sun, we're the only ones
Day after day, every morning
the roundabouts will take us on
Past every train in every station, traffic signs and circle lines
Oh wash it away, wash it away this gray, wash it away
Cos this time is yours and mine, oh oh
Hear the city sounds, see the lonely clowns
This scene is you and me, oh oh
In the lazy sun, we're the only ones
This time is yours and mine, oh oh
We're the city sounds, we're the Underground
This scene is you and me, oh oh
We're the lazy sons, we're the only ones...
JUMBLE
SALE MUMS
Jumble sale mums, what are they on?
The kids just sit hanging round the street,
and they've got somebody else's clothes on.
Jumble sale dads, boiled in the bath.
He says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears:
oh, this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife.
Jumble sale mums, what are they on?The kids just sit hanging round the street,
and they've got somebody else's clothes on.
Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags.
He does some things that I can't repeat, and he swears
oh, this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife, this ain't the highlife...
THESE ARE THE SAD
SONG
Lay Lady Lay and Band of Gold
A Day in the Life, And Dream of Sheep
Seasong and Vincent and Death Disco
Listen to the music in your sleep
These are the sad songs, the broken words
These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard
These are the good times you keep inside
These are the good things that you can have if you try
Venus in Furs and An Occasional Dream
Sign o the Times and Bill is Dead
And Lazyitis and Big Louise
Listen to the music in your head
These are the sad songs, the broken words
These are the sad songs, the lies you've heard
These are the good times you keep inside
These are the good things that you can have if you try
SADIE
Sadie, Sadie in the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah, ah
She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
Inside she feels like winter
For the child that died within her
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie in the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah, ah
Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah, ah
GRAFFITI WOMEN
Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall
Graffiti slogans and situations scrawled
Just made up people who wonder through your brain
Graffiti people got nothing, got no name
And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your mind
And they'll steal what they want from who they want from time to time
Graffiti women swap stories in the park
Graffiti women take photos after dark
In permanent people who wonder through the day
Graffiti people got nothing, got no name
And you sleep but they'll find you
And they'll carve their number in your mind
So steal what you want from who you want from time to time
DUCHESS
You've had your fun, your money's gone
You're only friend is the telephone
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
You stay at home and light the light
They make you smile in the empty night
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinous and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone by the telephone
But they won't call back again
You count the pounds and cut your hair
Won't someone send you a millionaire?
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
No friends to see, no car to drive
You'd go to bars but you're much too shy
Oh duchess, now you're one of us
Well she knows Latinous and she knows Mexicans
And she sits alone over 13 stone
And they won't come back again
Well she knows Latinous and she knows Mexicans
But now things are tough and they've had enough
And they won't come back again
You've had your fun, your money's gone
You spend all day by the telephone
ASDA
TOWN
Sunday, Monday, we lie around
But it's not easy
Someday, one day
we'll get sky and move away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the bird we'll fly
From your Asda town
Never coming down
'cos they're take, taking it away
Sunday, Monday, we lie in bed
But it's not easy
Someday, one day we'll cash
the "cheques" and drive away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
Obscene machines that glide away
And like the birds we'll fly tomorrow
And like the bird we'll fly
From your Asda town
Never coming down
'cos they're take, taking it away...
BE
MY GOD
This this is the age of the high heeled protege
Lift lift off your flesh for nature's honest games
Twisting round the roundabout around everybody
Hey I'll be your dog - be my god
Come on come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Have me oh ho grab me
These these are the days of skin tight village ways
Seize seize and regain a pact of skin both ways
Everywhere in every way with everybody
Hey I'll be your dog - be my god
Come on come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Have me oh ho gag me
Twist me round the roundabout
Higher high strip me out
Take my body crawl inside
Kiss these battered bones that's mine
Hit me with your waterstone take me high above all this
Vandalise my part time job listen to me
This this is the time to wash your dirty mind
Kiss high heeled lines kiss this blood and slime
Again and again you want everything you want everybody
Hey I'll be your dog - be my god
Come on come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on come on
Have me oh ho grab me...
DOLLI
See my Dolly she's over there, see her grooving on down
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts
Taught my baby the alphabet, ABC don't let you down
Dressed in thought we are set in jet, the jet set messing us around
I'm so so down, are you never coming round
So so down, are you never coming round
See my dolly on 3 wheels yeah, see her grooving on down
Dressed in thought she is real yeah, her real hair is what counts
Bought my baby an ambulance, driving her mad around town
She'll take the hand of a lovely man, in dogshit land
We're so so down, are you never coming round
So so down, are you never coming round.
PAINTED
PEOPEL
Painted people get you going and I'll smother that pig in a holy scene.
It ain't too hard to see,
The paint, my love, gets you going like you wanna be got
for the next world's scene.
It ain't too hard to sing.
The pills have taken everything.
The pills you're taking.
The pills have taken everything, it's in your skin, it's in my skin.
Painted people get me going like a smothering pig in a holy scene.
It ain't to hard to see.
Yeah, well I can striptease with you like a silly old cow in a touching
dream.
It ain't too hard to see.
The pills have taken everything.
The pills you're taking
The pills have taken everything, it's in your skin, it's in my skin.
SAM
You live on Lancaster Road
And you've got a computer
And you go when the library's closed
And sit and think of the future
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh Sam
Oh, oh, oh Sam, You're my main man
You've got a mum by the name of Anne
And she has got a daughter
And your brother Simon, well sometimes he gets out of hand
But he looks like John Travolta
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh Sam
Oh, oh, oh Sam, You're my main man
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh Sam
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh, la, la, laд
You drink tea in a cafe close to me
And sit and read the headlines
You don't seem to mind if the social's too unkind
Or if you're near the breadline
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh Sam
Oh, oh, oh Sam, You're my main man
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh Sam
Oh, oh, oh Sam, oh, oh, oh, la, la, laд
SHIPBUILDING
Is it worth it, a new winters coat and
shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boys birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children, soon we'll be shipbuilding
Well I ask you, the boy said
"Dad they're going to take me to task,
but I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in the results of their shipbuilding
With all the will in the world,
Diving for dear life, when we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks we will be reopening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin, once again
It's always killed in,
We will be shipbuilding
With all the will in the world,
Diving for dear life, when we could be diving for pearls...
STAY
TOGETHER
Come to my house tonight
We can be together in the nuclear sky
And we will dance in the poison rain
And we can stay a while in Heaven today
Let's stay together
Let's stay, these days are ours
Let's die together?
Two hearts under the skyscrapers
There's a time bomb in the high rise
There's a blue suburban dream
Will I see you up in paradise
Or have you come to catch me?
Come to my arms tonight
Just you and me together under electric light
And she will dance in the poison air
And we can stay together
Two hearts under the skyscrapers
There's a time bomb in the high rise
There's a blue suburban dream
Will I see you up in Paradise
Or have you come to catch me?
Come to my arms I'm lost
Just you and me together in the year of the horse
Single file in the nuclear night
And we could feel a little closer
As we tumble through the sky
Let's stay together, let's stay th>
THIS
WORLD NEEDS A FATHER
Hold on, he's coming
Through the wheels of the star machine
Hold on, he's coming
Through the tears of your shit-stained dream
In an anthem for the world
Let him waltz you down the river
Let him feel like boy or girl
With his sci-fi lullaby
Let the light of the bomb shine from him tomorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
So let's have one for the lovers
And one more for the friends
'cos drink to you is all I can do
As life slips down, down the drain
Hold on, he's coming
With the screen kissed spine of the past
Hold on, he coming
With the style of the wormwood star
Sing an anthem for the world
Sing a farewell for the river
If you feel like boy or girl
Sing a sci-fi lullaby
Let the light of the bomb
Shine from him tomorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
Yes this world needs a father for the sorrow
So let's have one more for the sorrow
And one more for the friends
Yes drink to you is all I can do
As life slips down, down the drain...
WE'RE SO DISCO
Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill
It's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovelier the more he's ill
Don't o.d. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair
And singing to the birds in town
He goes walking through traffic up there
Don't o.d. on her now
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Married to me is a hungry son
Who wants to push me from the second floor
We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you two?
Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag
It's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag?
Don't o.d. on him now
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, oh, is it true what they say about you two...