"Er, what's this song about?". "Er, nothing.". . None. No recipes. It was like a see-saw. No. It was like an up and down. Bye bye. Mother, Sister. Mother, Sister.
Mr. Pharmacist. Can you help me out today. In your usual lovely way. Oh Mr. Pharmacist I insist. That you give me some of that vitamin see. Mr. Pharmacist.
Everything you see you want.. Go to clubs.. Middle class revolt.. . Put it down..... He wants Homestyle. Sublimates the envy to C2s. Bump into each other and jolt.
The evil is not in extremes. It's in the aftermath. The middle mass. After the fact. Vulturous in the aftermath. Summer close season. A quiet dope and cider man.
And note of your own choice, boys and girls. . Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies. You got energy vampires. More hands on the tranquillizers. . An unholy alliance.
His heart organ was where it should be. His brain was in his arse. His hand was well out of his pocket. His psyche's in the hearth. Had a beard which was weird.
His heart organ was where it should be. His brain was in his arse. His hand was well out of his pocket. His psyche is in the hearth. Has a snare which was weird.
I worked for future salary the nightshift. in Spalding Street. The respect is worth it.. 1.AM at the front gate it had just been. sunday night stood this man, tall and twisted back..
Ahhhhaaaaaaaaghhhh. Cry for them. 5 days per week. I cry for me, three days at least. I cry for me, I cry for thee. . On radio. Politburo sucker. On cooking show.
And what is that branch?. What branch is it?. Account is altered. And nine year olds. . Walk around. In debt record. Account is altered. The grim visage.
The ward was arraigned with spats of blood.. The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us.. The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood. Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!.
He can never go home. He can never go home. . Stranded in South America. Nothing to go home for. Just another Brit in the bar. Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me.
You'll never see me trying to raise Cain. You'll never see me wear a suit of green. There's a slip-road up right ahead. Leading to the agragarian. But I'm city born and bred.
[MES is the one swearing a lot]. Anyway, this guy goes "Fuckin 'ell, you don' 'alf complain for an eleven year old do you?". ooooohhhh. -That machine is nice.
LUDD GANG Lyrics. . (Ludd gang, Ludd gang..). Ports, Jap, fella, missed, film, swiz, quartz, lorry, back, tread, damn, ludd gang. . The housing association.
Le money il sur le table. Il money il sur la table. The palace of excess leads to the palace of access. Hideaway!. . I'm lost in music. Feel so alive.
Saw six men. Under a tall tower. Break it to him. Like I'm breakin it to you, gently. The nice people. Will remind you, oh yeah. Kicking, white, cheerleader.
Crow's feet are ingrained on my face. And I'm living too late. Try to wash the black off my face, but it's ingrained. And I'm living too late. Sleepless, in-control spleen.
Do y'know what you look like. Before you go out?. But I say happy memories. Leave a bitter taste. I need a good brainwash agent. To cut out this present shout of:.