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Choppersquad
01:56
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We got in as dad freaked out
‘Where’ve yuh been, yuh Mum’s been worried sick for hours?’
No flash trainers, crisps or Pacers
We cruised the streets until our legs weren’t ours
We rode our bikes through building sites
‘Round traffic cones and traffic lights
When Richard Jones got fleas and lice
And couldn’t come out
I do nothing, I do nothing
I do nothing, I do nought
I do nothing…
We went faster, way passed Asda
We stopped to throw some bricks in the canal
Hong Kong Phooey, on at two, we,
Rode like loons, I hit a stone and fell
We were cops in choppersquads
The wrinklies called us little sods
We kicked their cats and Yorkie dogs
And kicked their front doors
I do nothing, I do nothing
I do nothing, I do nought
I do nothing now
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2. |
Babysham
03:19
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Waking up upon a paper-chain
Wipe the footprints from my face
Play a tape of independence
A chrome cassette of old new wave
A denim waistcoat drapes a veteran
The text on exile street’s a bore
Mascara dogface shakes her collar
Her boyfriend’s ego hits the floor
And fashion changes with the changes
I lose my friends because they know what they want
I read a book with proper language
Then try to understand the words
I buy a vision from some bloke for eight quid fifty
And watch the action from the shirt
It’s pitiful but there’s no pity
I see their head shake but I see no hand shake
And fashion changes with the changes
I lose my friends because they know what they want too
And I feel so vulnerable, oh, oh
I feel so vulnerable
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3. |
Biffbamaboomalamababe!
03:07
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C’mon Tracy, we’ll be late for school
‘One more drag’ she says, we’ll be there soon
Heather covers up her love bite scars
As David Bowie brought them Life on Mars
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
Fun Boy 3 are in at 22
Skiving off, it’s Tuesday afternoon
Maths is crap as Tracy paints her nails
Cheap sixteen, but least she’s getting laid
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
Coronation Street is on the box
False ID and covered over spots
Fags and booze, but never CSEs
As Trace gets wet in someone’s Ford Capri
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
Shang, shang-alang, shang-alang
Biffbambalam, Drambuie, bang
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4. |
Coffee For Space Cadets
03:48
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Suits made from cloth that the world just forgot to get burnt
Praise high O mighty from drinks from the workingman’s church
Trained to believe that when fishing, naive will get caught
Do what you want are the words from a man without cause
But you can go down, free
Does what he can, and he can what he does just for free
Reads out his mail with a tongue that’s impaled to the floor
A sister in Bromley, she writes very strongly for sure
But you can go down, free
Does what he can, and he can what he does just for free
Opens his hat, to a friend in a flat, just below
Polo necks, weaker sex, strapped to the legs he can’t hold
Fresh outta tea, in a bid to break free from his home
Unpaid debts, space cadets, put out for sale and then sold
Now roll over, now roll over like a dog
Like a dog
Now roll over, now roll over like a dog
Like a dog, like a dog
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5. |
Last Night At The Proms
03:06
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(Scratch the point that seems to bleed the most)
Time flies, don’t relax and don’t
Feeling tame, going down go
Feeling down, go far and don’t
Feel numb, time is safely owned
Go on, feel instinctive tones
I love myself, I
I need myself, I
I love myself, I
Love myself, I
I feel myself, I
Love myself, I
Need myself, I
What I?
(Scratch the point that seems to bleed the most)
Peak alone, you don’t phone
This contains, cat tones
You can fail, nil’s a state, I don’t
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Who’s the one to be the first one
Throw away the plasticine
A juxtapose in girl salvation
Like water rats on Savile Row
I’m going down, no girls aloud
I’m six feet, now, no girls aloud
Here comes a crowd, get pushed about
No girls aloud, no girls aloud
Damn and blast, a worried mother
Accusing me of self arouse
A damsel shrieks and breaks another
Who’s fuckin’ wild?
Just like Sonny Jim
I’m going down, no girls aloud
I’m six feet, now, no girls aloud
Here comes a crowd, get pushed about
No girls aloud, no girls aloud
Who’s going down? No girls aloud
I’m six feet now, no girls aloud
Here comes a crowd, get pushed about
No girls aloud, no girls aloud
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7. |
Sugarstealers
03:23
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Sticklebricks that do not stick
Writing off so Jim’ll fix
Tin sheeting roof, the bestest den
When the world as run by Lego men
My old man had dirty books
We nicked a few then we got hooked
Hippy chicks with hippy hair
With platform shoes and corduroyed flairs
I could not stand up straight all the time
When I had made-up mates all in lines
And I know why I can’t get a life
A checkout girl buys drinks for Dave
An hourly rate times eight-a-day
A bar gets full of bellied men
The world they see via News At Ten
I cannot stand up straight, when in line
Now I have plastic mates all with tans
Now I know why I can’t get a life
All the time, all the time, all the time
Sticklebricks that do not stick
Writing off so Jim’ll fix
Tin sheeting roof, the bestest den
When the world was run by Lego men
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8. |
Norwich Juiuce
02:46
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Red and mellow from gasoline
A day in vulgar with drama queen
Where were you when JFK died?
Nothing wrong with being tongue-tied
Stay in check with being someone else
It’s so easy you know?
It goes jet black and then it don’t
It’s so easy you know?
And it shows
Polite and paid for in daddy’s skirt
A discount milk chair it’s hands in dirt
How are you when JFK died?
What is wrong with being tongue-tied
Lose yuhself with being someone else
It’s so easy you know?
It goes jet black and then it don’t
It’s so easy you know?
And it shows
It’s so easy you know?
It goes jet black and then it don’t
It’s so easy you know?
And it shows
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Fate prosed in, laced in green
I fell down and everyone was looking
God, you preached, a sixth form peach
Full of speak, and every time we stopped to talk
Your voice would carry on…
And you weren’t wrong, you weren’t right
You strung everyone along like Jesus Christ
And when I came to look,
Then each time that I did I’d bruise my pride
I was wrong of course, so right of course,
so right of course
And nothing ever changes, c’mon, nothing ever does
Books were read on a well used bed
Minds well fed, as you were understanding
You blamed me, as I blamed me, just why me?
As all the World around was gone
And I was here to say that…
And you weren’t wrong, you weren’t right
You strung everyone along like Jesus Christ
And when I came to look,
Then each time that I did I’d bruise my pride
I was wrong of course, so right of course,
so right of course
And nothing ever changes, c’mon, nothing ever does
And you weren’t wrong, you weren’t right
You strung everyone along like Jesus Christ
And when I came to look,
Then each time that I did I’d bruise my pride
And nothing ever changes, c’mon, nothing ever does
Fate prosed out, laced in green
I fell down and everyone was looking
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10. |
Snowbunny
02:11
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You look like death and feel like grass
The yellow smile of working class
Porn liquorish babe, soft pussy cat
Speed wizzy-wiz won’t make you fat
I spike your shake and trade your thoughts
Leopards and tigers, funny sorts
It makes me laugh, it’s so funny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
It started off with drinks and jokes
And encored on with lines of coke
We jumped around our tails wagged fast
To beats of SLF, now I say…
I spike your shake and trade your thoughts
Leopards and tigers, funny sorts
It makes me laugh, it’s so funny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
A human girl spills what we drink
Five cloudy cocktails, warm and pink
We jumped around, our shoes don’t shine
We’ve wasted precious time, now I say…
I spike your shake and trade your thoughts
Leopards and tigers, funny sorts
It makes me laugh, it’s so funny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
I laugh out loud at Snowbunny
I laugh out loud
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11. |
SallyAnn Pink
02:21
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Why, anyway? Don’t, come what may
Pick me up like a silver cup
Like a moon without a name
Pull me down, cos you know you can
Cos you know you can’t erase
Start me up and start again
We, we don’t know, why, even though
Pick you up like a silver cup
Like a moon without a face
Put you down, cos I know I can
And you know you can’t erase
Start me up to start a...…
I can’t deal with it
My mind, my breath, my hands my fist
Shut up, get up, get on with it
I love myself, I need myself
Shut up, get up, get on with it
I love myself, I need myself
Shut up, get up, get on with it
I love myself like SallyAnn Pink
Like SallyAnn Pink
Like SallyAnn
Like SallyAnn Pink
We, we don’t know, why, even though
Pick me up like a silver cup
Like a moon without a name
Pull me down, cos I know I can
And you know you can’t erase
Start me up to start again
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12. |
14 5ft 4
05:02
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Dandelion and burdock, the stains on raspberry wrists
The pale opaque takes insects lips to kiss
Pretty on the inside,
a smell that’s close to sweet
Jackknifed in the grass, cut indiscreet
And it goes, and it goes…
A wetness that’s around me, is warm and comfort filled
Beneath my palms a portrait I have built
The cotton ripped like paper,
a memory once before
Mother’s girl’s now open, bruised and torn
And it goes, and it goes…
And it goes, and it goes…
Now stop looking at me, like I think so
Now who’s looking at me? Do I think so?
Why, I, looking at me, why I think so
Why? Shy? Looking at me, like I think so
Like I think so
Like I think so
And it goes…(repeat)…
Straight, it goes straight
She loves my fingers, my tales, my hands
She loves the way I walk, the way I walk
Oh, she’s so…
Lips of red, eyes so…
It’s one for me and one for you…
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13. |
Sugarstealers (Reprise)
01:37
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