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Were we the Kinnock factor
Am I talking private sector
Do I think I'm Shaun William Ryder
Or my former friend who's now undercover
He's gone, I'm no deserter
Perhaps I'm hard, all the same
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
A prologue to histo...
So I water my plants with Evian
A brand new Dyson, that is decadent
Read the papers and the business section
Check out the tessas and the pensions
Call my friends, they're alright
So I pray for the safety of the night
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
A prologue to histo...
Remember ethnic cleansing in the Highlands
No one says a thing in the middle of England
I'm bruised fruit but still taste so nice
So if you look at me, you'd better look twice
I'm talking rubbish to cover up the cracks
An empty vessel who can't make contact
Today a poet who can't play guitar
Tomorrow Phil Bennett's playing outside half
Next year the world's greatest politician
Yesterday the boy who once had a mission
I don't wanna be a prologue to history
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Screaming through the galaxy
Trapped in this eternity
Stranded helpless, endlessly
Alone, the lost vigilantes
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
From the city to the sea
Will you all come follow me
To a place where we are free
Not tied to guilt or tied to greed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever betrayed
Forever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever delayed
Forever ever betrayed
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Cut your hair in front of business men
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I can't feel, no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Sucking down Vodka, spitting our Perrier
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful
The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers
Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful
Beautiful
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Blessed be the blade
Blessed be the scythe
Dionysos against the crucified
Blessed be the blade
Blessed be the scythe
Dionysos against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Blessed be the blade
Blessed be the scythe
Dionysos against the crucified
Blessed be the blade
Blessed be the scythe
Dionysos against the crucified
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Find your truth
Face your truth
Speak your truth
And be your truth
Clean your flesh and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Kiss your wounds and mock your fears
The brightest sun is the purest gun
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
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What's the point in an education
When you have to pay for the privilege?
This side of the truth where no sun shines
They don't count the cripples and the blind
I was thinking everybody had a chance
Like a dream stretched way too far
All this time such a debt to the city
I don't know who's the real enemy
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere
Some greater benefit for the people
Ha ha ha ha we all believed in you
Is it about the politics of celebrity
Or endless days in the sun of Tuscany
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere
This is a socialist serenade
Yes I have money but I hate champagne
This is a socialist serenade
I can't see the past anywhere, anywhere
Change your name to New
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Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary
Sweating and sickly
Donkeys don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever
Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire
Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural
Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity
Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
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Need someone to nurse me
Reach out for the first person I see
Comforts the helpless sole vanity
Caressing the broken heart of me
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare
I wish that someone would hold me
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody
Comfort comes and ease me till the morning
Whispered words of sanctuary
The difference between love and comfort
Is that comfort's more reliable and true
Brutal and mocking but always there
A crutch for emnity's saddest glare
Forgetting how I hate self-pity blonde
Comfort comes and smooths her over
Calloused hands turn a beautiful dress
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They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
It's the only thing I can digest
Xenophobia or general disinterest
I must catch up with all this stuff
They call me a boring fuckhead
They say I might as well work in a bank
I tell them I wish I was, they tell me that I'm sick in the head
They say that I'm sick in the head
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Have you heard of Matthew Maynard
He's my favourite cricketer
I would rather watch him play than pick up my guitar
Than play with my guitar
People tell me I should get out more
But the TV is my best friend
Cynicism is the only thing that keeps me sane
The only thing that keeps me sane
They call me Mr. Carbohydrate
They call me Mr. Inadequate
They call me Mr. Paranoia
They call me Mr. Hypochondria
Sometimes I just stay in bed
And think about the day
When I can retire, forgetting everything
I'll forget everything
Forget everything
Forever but not today
When I cannot, cannot say
No more yesterdays
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Paralysis through analysis
Yellow moral unclean decay
Silence begins to help me now
The sunshine it fades away
Symbols have now disappeared
How could this happen to me?
How could this happen to me?
But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat?
This purgatory for beginners
Dead trees and traffic islands
Tolerance slips away
Body shrugs and says hello once more
Paint the walls within my mind
Clandestine brain finished period
Lips turn grey inside turns out
I show little defence
I show little defence
But now I feel so weak
Dead trees and traffic islands never meet
Is this, is this my defeat?
This purgatory for beginners
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A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you
Stopping the summer once for you
Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally
But I still smile so stupidly
For the first time ever I don't understand my television
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in
I've spoken so much rubbish done in no time at all
Feelings are so fatal in the fall
No you never kissed me never felt anything for me
Sepia the stain that I remember
And these unwritten diaries that can never breathe, never breathe
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
Keep it all in
Just like a moment in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
I'm perpetually stuck in sepia film
I'm bleeding inside I manage to keep it all in
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War censored, no blood on TV
Cheap entertainment sold like a new deodorant
World War Three, a Sega dreamland
I'd take a whore to the funeral
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Jesus descends, Dachau his father
Flanders is a corpse under flowers
There's more art in Burger King
Than the British museum today
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Wills and Harry, dressed in drag
Standing over the sodomised body of their mother
Would make a beautiful poster in Athena
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
Sculpture of man
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(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire
Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead
Free heroin shots for those who never beg
Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Democracy is an empty lie
Dead like our yesterdays tonight
The only free choice is refusal to pay
Life reduced to suicidal pain
Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death
Choking on the billboards, advertised and fed
Spectators of suicide
Exploding in society's eye
Democracy is an empty lie
Dead like our yesterdays tonight
You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence
You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence
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Sovereign fingers scrape our lives until we're bought
Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk
Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love
Spitting out a language I don't wanna talk
Mother of the free she said that we'd breathe
Mother of the free but we just scream
To me the coronation's another auto da fe
Taught in schools to see her as a glorious being
I don't see happy homes but the Belfast wall
In walkman sounds hear Sony control
Parliament mother of united nations
Mother of history's dead sun dead suns
DNA of restriction and law
Death famine spectacle and war
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Ain't no fun at the government hall
Slicked back injustice sits nicely next to smiles
Paranoia at the heels of too much greed
Obedience an art form while the sad bleed
Success and love dictate while skin touches fashion
Consumerism beauty for cheap appeal
I don't wanna dance for people to watch
Smother my life in interest accounts
Outside life brings down genocide
And consumer self-hate leads to designer bullshit
Hate is art and we steal cars
Decaying flowers in the playground of the rich
You can launch sweetly and say nice things
But I ain't ever on the way up
My only way is down on disease that tries to suffocate
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I'm ... I'm feeling too awake
I'm ... I'm tired of what I see
Everybody's dreaming running for the scream
The media's stinking drunk nothing is at stake
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
I'm bored out of my mind and I'm too stoned lazy to see
The sun ... the sun is leaving me
I can't ... see it anymore
I tried everything to get along with you
The nights too lonesome when the heat doesn't care
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
Words choked on my lies repeating love till they cry
All the faces I love their skin as soft as leprosy
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Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it
But don't reach too high
Bewildered by them
Then so uncomplicated
All these feelings
Not fully created
Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Afraid of the sun
So afraid of the sky
Touch it and taste it
But don't reach too high
Hurting and yearning
And yet so carefree
Waking and dreaming
The world at my feet
Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid amongst the Autumn leaves
A kid kicking around with no worries
Just a kid searching through the debris
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid acting like I used to be
Just a kid just a man and a boy
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I close my eyes and then I count to ten
Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed
I'm in control but I am out of time
I've lost the need for any desire
Any desire
I had a vision but it slipped away
Inherited goodness, it is here to stay
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
I close my eyes and then I count to ten
I open them and then I shut them again
Look at the crowd and then forget my parts
Back to memory and then back to the start
Back to the start
I'm back to the stuff that made us all
Back to reality back to fuck all
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
Close my eyes and then I count to ten
Sign some papers and then they are my friends
Attempt to make up and my skin aches
Not even massage can make my body straight
My body straight
Count to ten and then pretend I'm home
Just a job I get well-paid for
It's not about us anymore
It's not about us, 'bout us anymore
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
I close my eyes
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Here I am in Amsterdam
I like it here they speak my language
Even though it's not my own
It's got BBC for comfort zone
And best of all, it's got Marks & Spencers
Equality for the masses never felt better
Some of my dreams, they may have come true
But so have my nightmares which I can't get through
And now I've lost the power to speak
And now I've lost the power to eat
Idle and out of touch in Europe
Nothing's gone and nothing's changed
All that was before will still remain
It's too late to learn a new currency
Some of my dreams, they may have come true
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Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud
Treason is ambition I want dead procession
All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise
Leaving us like butterflies trapped in frost
(Bow down)
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
England's glory lives on in world wide genocide
So celebrate Buchenwald as Her Majesty's heir
Now an obsolete face on a currency of illusion
No matter what we own we can't buy freedom
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Throw myself against you cos you ain't frail
Underneath silk riches sixty six million giving slaves
This needle of religions gonna rust my skin
Tear out and exit obeyance of created sin
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you baby
Faces pressed at gates of anniversary torture
Without these fake images we'd never bow down
Don't need this history but we still accept
Conscripted into a past that invents our guilt
Ceremony rape machine
Love won't corrode you
Ceremony rape machine
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(Malcom Eden/Gary Baker/Timothy Gane/John Williamson)
There's something wrong somewhere here
So through unclean streets I made my way
With holes in my shoes and my children asleep at my feet
I paid my way
In every town on the way
The people looked grey the buildings looked healthy
But one day I met a man
With money to spare
He said he would tell me how it is
The State he began
Has been propping up people to long
For far to long
We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered
To make our way through the world
But we are all bourgeois now
Once there was class war
But not any longer
Because baby we are all bourgeois now
So go out and make your way in the world
We're free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're free to choose
In Booming Britain we all work together
To raise ourselves in the world
Each of us knows someone
Who has done well for themselves
So well for themselves
"Thank you," I said as I left
I'll be on my way, I see how it is
We are all bourgeois now
And somehow I'll raise myself through the world
I'm free to choose
We're all free to choose
We're all free to choose
I'm free to choose
We're all bourgeois now
We're all bourgeois now
We're bourgeois now
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Just let me hear some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
I've got no kick againt modern jazz
Unless they try to play it too darn fast
And change the beauty of the melody
Until they sound just like a symphony
That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
I took my loved one over cross the tracks
So she can hear my man await a sax
I must admit the have a rockin' band
Man they were going like a hurricane
That's why I go for that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Way down South they gave a jubilee
the jockey folks they had a jamboree
They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup
The folks dancin' got all shook up
And started playin' that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
If you want to dance with me
Don't care to hear 'em play a tango
I'm in the mood to hear a mambo
It's way to early for a congo
So keep rockin' that piano
So I can get some of that rock and roll music
Any old way you choose it
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
Any old time you use it
Rock and roll music
If you want to dance with me
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I see your sister in her Sunday dress
She's out to please
She pouts her best
She's out to take
No need to try
She's ready to make
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
Cars are crashin' every night
I drink n' drive everything's in sight
I make the fire
But I miss the firelight
I hit the bull's eye every night
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
Yeah it's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
See me hit you
You fall down
I see you standin' there
You think you're so cool
Why don't you just
Fuck off
Ya get nothin' for nothin'
If that's what ya do
Turn around bitch I got a use for you
Besides you ain't got nothin' better to do
And I'm bored
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me baby
It's so easy, easy
When everybody's tryin' to please me
So easy
But nothin' seems to please me
It all fits so right
When I fade into the night
So come with me
Don't ask me where 'cause I don't know
I'll try ta please you
I ain't got no money but it goes to show
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Every day, I get up and pray to Jah
And he decreases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's comin' home for lunch these days
Last night there were skinheads on my lawn
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Take the skinheads bowling
Take them bowling
Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same
There's not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything
I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was
I had a dream last night about you, my friend
I had a dream--I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream--I wanted to lick your knees
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She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn a crown of thorns
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have stood out in the crowd
She should have made her mother proud
She should have fallen on her stance
She should have had another chance
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have stayed away from friends
She should have had more time to spend
She should have died when she was born
She should have worn a crown of thorns
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
She should have been, been a son
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You don't know what's going on
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back
And think you are still mine
You're out of touch my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
You thought you were a clever gir
l Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back
And be the first in line
You're obsolete my baby
My poor old-fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Well baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby
You're out of time
Yes you are left out
Out of there without a doubt
Baby, baby, baby
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Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling
But there's one thing I know
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
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Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down stream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog on the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody knows where you can go
Or what does it mean
oh, oh is it a dream
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale?
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching over the hill
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody knows where you can go
And where do you start
Oh oh, into the dark
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly grow so pale
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Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
Then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well some things you can explain away
But my heartache's in me till this day
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
All the times
When we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I won't be happy without you around
So all alone I keep the wolves at bay
There is only one thing that I can say
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
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I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try nothing hard
There's nothing else you can do
You can try
But you can't chain me
I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over
I don't breathe
I just dance
There's more than one sign
And it's getting less
When you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're a liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try nothing hard
There's nothing else you can do
And when you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're a liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
Cos you're not made of cheese
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to cry
Keep on piling out
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What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm not who I want to be
I tried spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club,
Sign on the door said all full up!
I got nicked, fighting in the road
An' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad got pissed so I got clocked
Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot
Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box
Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight?
I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip
An' you won't know who came
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Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins
Been playing with a spike
She couldn't get it right
Splendour in silver dress
Velocity possessed
The world was hers again
It fell apart again
I don't need anyone to hurt me
No, not anyone at all
Cause my so-called friends have left me
And I don't care at all
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
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You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare
There's nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
So darling if you feel like I feel
Darling let me know if it's real
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
Ba da ba da ba da da ba
Ba da da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da da ba da ba da
Da ba ba da da ba da
I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
Let me love you
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
You feel like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
I can't take my eyes off you
Ba da ba da ba da da ba
Ba da da ba da ba da da
Ba ba da da ba da ba da
Da ba ba da da ba da
I love you baby
And if it's quite all right
I need you baby
To warm a lonely night
I love you baby
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
Don't bring me down, I pray
Oh pretty baby
Now that I've found this day
So let me love you baby
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Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
He delivered Daniel from the lion's den
And Jonah from the belly of the whale
And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace
Why not every man?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
The moon runs down in a purple stream
And the sun refused to shine
And every star did disappear
Yes, freedom shall be mine
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
And why not every man?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
Deliver Daniel, deliver Daniel?
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel?
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Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away
This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away
This year
To stop me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten but twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognise me?
It's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
Happy Christmas
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying:
'I loved you, I meant it'
Now I know what a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
The very next day
You gave it away
This year
To stop me from tears
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