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We'll be singing
when we're winning We'll be singing I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Oh Danny Boy Danny Boy Danny Boy I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down Pissing the night away Pissing the night away He drinks a whiskey drink He drinks a vodka drink He drinks a lager drink He drinks a cider drink He sings the songs that remind him of the good times He sings the songs that remind him of the better times Don't cry for me next door neighbor I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down I get knocked down but I get up again You're never gonna keep me down |
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| 2. |
| 4:08 |
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Goodbye to the summer
Sold down the river Unhappy ever after Well did you ever? Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny? Same old joke and it's not funny Burns are red bruises blue Out with the old cheated by the new Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... You sing the same old verse Stick like glue for better or worse What goes around comes around Again again again This heart pulled apart Hydra fighting head to head Burns are red bruises blue Out with the old cheated by the new Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... Amnesia Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? I don't remember... |
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| 3. |
| 5:08 |
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Eat, sleep and crap
For to prey on your needs Down a dark street In backwater Leeds I seen yer comin' Come in, lads! You seen the ad? Too bad, bad, bad What you get Is what you see It's a trickledown theory And it's coming to me Life's a whip-round And I've got the whip It's a sinking ship Drip, drip, drip Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down Dark, satanic Run-of-the-mill Sing us a song And I'll send you the bill My nicotine grip My smokin' gun It's how I get my fun Better run, run, run Your olfactory nerves All up the spout You can't smell a rat When your nose is out Rent-to-kill By any other name Kiss an old flame Shame, shame, shame Drip, drip, drip goes the water Take me in Throw me out Put me up Let me down |
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| 4. |
| 4:38 |
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There are those
Spend the night Under bridges Over by the river Down in the park Through the winter But there's a house That i know Safe and warm And no-one ever goes there Down where the priests Bless the wine She's been born into the wrong time She keeps nonsense on her mind She's a poet, she's a builder She's as bored as bored can be She's a have-not, she's a know-all She knows just how to say yes She's skating frozen chaos Till the no good gods are dead But sometimes in the dead of night Woken by the city lights She wonders how she keeps alive... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home She's a clueless social climber Likes the wrong side of the bed She's a pick-me-up and she's a drink-to-me In the company of friends She's tried every variation She's so common, she's so cold She's homesick for a future Can't stomach what she's told On every street in every town All her days are up and down At home among the lost-and-founds... This is the girl who Lost the house which Paid to the man who Put up the rent and Threw out the girl to Feather his own sweet home Here's the good samaritan Looks away and carries on |
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| 5. |
| 5:13 |
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This is the Goodship Lifestyle
All my friends jumped ship I elect me the captain This is the loneliest voyage I've ever been on Up in the crow's nest - Over there! I see land! First mate? There is no First Mate... This is the Goodship Lifestyle Sail away from the world So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere This is the Goodship Lifestyle I fly my very own flag TV dinners for one At the captain's table Repel all boarders! Draw the curtains tighter! Where's the crew? There is no crew... This is the Goodship Lifestyle So steer a course A course for nowhere And drop the anchor My little Empire I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere I'm going nowhere |
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| 6. |
| 5:43 |
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Pontius Pilate came to our town
Up to the dockyards to see the picket line We asked him to help but he just turned around He's the leader of the union now Leader of the union All of our questions he ignored He washed his hands and he dreamed of his reward A seat in the House of Lords One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out We live for words and die for words Principles we can afford When all our Brothers turn to Lords Whose side are you on You tell the world your hands are tied History three times denied A sea of changes three miles wide Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out This conspiracy of shame Murder by some other name Play up and play the game Whose side are you on If any ask us why we died We tell them that our leaders lied Sold us out down the riverside Whose side are you on One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out One by one The ships come sailing in One by one The ships go sailing out |
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| 4:08 |
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outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me I'm not alone you're not alone I'm not alone you're not alone outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider outsider You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me You see me you hear me There are millions think just like me |
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| 4:04 |
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A loose door-jam, a light left on
The oldest national lottery Enter Johnny-Go-Darkly Come to spoil my party Smell of faeces lingers Echo of light fingers Cold comfort blankets Steeped in creeping anger Flatfoot comes poking Compounding my misery Grinding pestle and mortar Adding insult to injury If only this, if only that, If only in my guts - See my life before my eyes Trampled underfoot Creepy crawling All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world... Corvino, carrion crow Skulking with his mobile Slippery peat-bog eyes Stick-on smiley smile Small print like quicksand Not a wooden leg to stand on Sinking through my stomach The ground beneath me gone Free-fall, call Ophelia Clutching at straw Mixed with bloody feathers From scruff of neck of crow Johnny go! Johnny gone! Too much drink in your tum-tum-tum See this finger, see this thumb - See this fist and watch it come Creepy crawling... All the creeps go creepy crawling Same thing every night How can stealing candy from a baby Seem alright? What a wonderful world... |
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| 9. |
| 4:59 |
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No virgin me
For I have sinned I sold my soul For sex and gin Go call a priest All meek and mild And tell him, "Mary Is no more a child." It's raining stones It's raining bile From the luxury Of your denial So I don't deny I don't make do I'll press alarms Place bets on truth I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? I'll spit on floors And do more drugs Burn every bill Get drunk on love Wear next to nothing In the pouring rain Be a bad example And do it all again I'll be uncareful I'll cause such scenes And I'll never talk Of used-to-be's Tattoo my face I won't go grey Be a dancing queen I'm growing old disgracefully I'm so up and down And I love what's not allowed I was lost, now I see: And now I'm growing old disgracefully Whatever happened to Mary? Mary, Mary Quite contrary |
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| 10. |
| 3:14 |
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And every morning comes too soon
All your nights are sleepless Poison arrows To ruin your tomorrows Below suspicion Cafes full of people dressed as spies And all I know Is guilt for being different It's always raining stones There's a killer in the home In a small town Everybody looks the same There are unwritten rules Unspoken words Should I pack my fear and go? I have to leave somehow Before they run me out of town I have to leave somehow |
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| 11. |
| 4:02 |
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Blue-rinse sugar
Wipe-clean couple Pinched last supper Counting pretty penny John Betjeman Some dead liar Quiet pink picture Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in So politely This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in Oh so nicely I want more! No hurry So sorry Don't worry Bite-size china Tea or tartar Lipstick traces Table set to bless Sweet charity Lukewarm whisper Still-life platter Under heavy manners This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in So politely This is Tearoom England They'll kick your face in Oh so nicely I want more! No hurry So sorry Don't worry I want more! |
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| 12. |
| 5:07 |
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Aftershave and smoke
And the same unfunny jokes They say they'll take you "Anywhere But there" Believe every half-whispered Half-remembered lie Where truth is a luxury They can't afford to buy Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame Backed into a corner He barricades his life Fastens up the shutters every night This island is big enough For every castaway But most of us are looking round For someone else to blame Scapegoat Looking for a scapegoat There's always someone else for you to blame |
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| 3:49 |
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Spoke of a time long ago
Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go I'm a taxi driver I'm a postal worker I'm an office cleaner I'm a striking docker I'm a ballet dancer I'm a Zapatista I'm a pop singer I'm a winner I'm a winner baby I'm a winner baby Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world Ol?ol?ol?ol?Top of the world I'm on top of the world I'm a brick layer I'm an ex-miner I'm a single mother I'm a bus driver I'm a political prisoner I'm a print worker I'm a footballer I'm a winner Words on a postcard from far away Spoke of a time long ago Laughed ourselves daft on that Saturday Singing here we go |
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