Slap!

One, two, three, four. Slap. . Fleet Street fell in love. But the girl proved hard to get. Took a seat at the old boy's club. But wouldn't share the bed.

Shot

All gathered 'round the 18th tee. With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks. Binoculars, poised, ready to use. Watching, waiting, there it goes!. Great shot!.

Salome (let's Twist Again)

Part punk, part god almighty. Part fuck you, part mister x-ray eyes. I didn't choose to be. Shouting for a living, it happened. Something snapped and I don't know why.

Rubens Has Been Shot!

Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree. How bent your branches seem to be. Nineteen twenty-one and all's well. Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell.

Oxymoron

Shiny button-down clown suit. Oxymoron. (Repeat). Fucked up the simplest of chores. Mister constant consternation. And his declaration of war. Makes a fist out of demands.

On Being Pushed

Nothing Knocks Me Over

I dreamt the cliffs and ride the waves. And no one comes to save me. My arms are sprawled against the tide. Nothing knocks me over. Nothing knocks me over.

Not The Girl I Used To Be

Wondering, have I given up dreaming?. Come down from ceiling. I won't do that again. Thinking, my misspent history. Mistakes to teach me. I won't do that again.

Never Let Go

These red azaleas. Never grew so tall. This well of loneliness. Could rise and drown us all. (Chorus). There is no right or wrong. Things fall as they do.

Never Do What You Are Told

One two three four. One two. Three four. Let's go!. This coat my royal gown. A stolen hand-me-down. No need to scrape and bow. We can be heroes now. For more than just one day.

Mr Heseltine Meets His Public

Ladies, ladies, listen to me. . Mr. Heseltine you drove into our town. The northern rain always drizzling down. Shoppers at the window stopped to look.

More Whitewashing

Children in school forced to the desk. Finger the atlas and study the text. Lies and opinion presented as fact. Taught to accept and never to ask. . Those smiling workers in Ladybird books.

Morality Play In Three Acts

Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite chaussures grace marble floors, be upstanding, for men of yore. But wait, who's this, sticky under the collar in Elsinore? Enter silent comedy geek with dynamite down his pants. Nervous, shuffling on his feet, leading a merry song and dance. A back seat driver of good moral fibre, holding up the light. He's made his own bed, now he's got to lie in it. Ha ha! Serves him right..

Invasion

The first world's got greedy, we're consuming it all. The third world's got hunger and military control. This unequal balance is a master plan. One gets rich from the other's land.

Idris Strike Song

Have you been to work at Idris?. No we won't go in today!. For we're standing by our comrade. And we'll never run away. She stood bravely by the Union.

How To Get Your Band On Television

I'm the Boss of the company. And I've got hunger working for me. Listen and you'll begin to understand. I built my profits on stolen land. It's the economics of supply and demand.

Hey! You! Outside! Now!

One year later. This queue never moved. I've got well dressed slugs. Crawling over my shoes. And all these bouncers. . Pushing me around. Well, I'll huff and I'll puff.

Here's To The Rest Of Your Life

Why settle for what we're shown. When there is so much more. Sometimes the book of law. Is only half the story. Means and ends. Deciding where to draw the line.

Here's The Rest Of Your Life

Why settle for what we're shown. When there is so much more?. Sometimes the Book of Law. Is only half the story. Means and ends:. Deciding where to draw the line.

Heaven/hell

I'm not guilty, I have nothing to say, uhm, I'm innocent!. (Chatter). I want a revolution!. When?. Now!. Tall as houses. Small as spiders. Undefined this buzz inside us.