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| 1. |
| 3:03 | 
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Standing at the bus stop
with my shopping in my hands when I'm overhearing elder ladies as the rumours start to fly You can hear them in the school yard scrap yard chip shop phone box in the pool hall at the shoe stall every corner turned around It started with a school girl who was running running home to her mum and dad told them she was playing in the change room of her local football side They said tell us again so she told them again they said tell us the truth they found it hard to believe cause he taught our Steve he even trained me taught Uncle john who's a father of three CHORUS But it only takes one tree to make a thousand matches only takes one match to burn a thousand trees You see it in the class room in the swimming pool where the match stick men are made at the scouts hall at the football where the wise we trust are paid They all honour his name he did a lot for the game he got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates But now they are ripping them down stamping the ground picture gathers dust behind the bar in the lounge CHORUS Wake up and smell the rain shake up he's back to stay he hasn't been on a holiday he's growing seeds don't believe why he's been away In the school yard change room playing fields bathroom phone box office blocks corner turned around They keep doubting the flame tossing the blame got his name knocked up above the sports ground gates But they're ripping them down stamping the ground pictures gathers dust in the bar in the lounge CHORUS |
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| 2. |
| 2:32 |
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I feel the wash, close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away They take him in, and clean him up Well, they take him in, and strip him down They dry his skin, and feed him wine And I hear them, hear them call his name And I see him, see him turn away Asks to use the phone Yet he lives alone, He lives alone There's no one, no one home to phone, sits alone at home He calls his home his own His wife is still unknown |
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| 3. |
| 2:20 |
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I get camping eyes in the final hour
last minute shoppers picking califlour the fuss they make you'd swear they were buying a car They always moan, moan it's not so cheap cheaper still cheaper still down the street I lose my rag and tell them take your bag and shop down there Closing down closing down another road one way system steals the show mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away CHORUS There's more life more life more life in a tramps vest There's more life more life more life in a tramps vest A flower man sits down in the street surrounded by stock he brought back last week bring back the ladies wearing lipstick on their teeth Make up we make up a crapy joke sit back relax and have a smoke mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away CHORUS - twice I get camping eyes in the final hour last minute shoppers picking califlour mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away CHORUS - twice |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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There's no mistake I smell that smell
It's that time of year again I can taste the air... The clocks go back railway track Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time... A pebble beach, we're underneath Pier had just been painted red Where I heard the news for the first time and all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph...today He'll always be twenty-three yet that train runs on and on Past the place they found his clothing There's no mistake I smell that smell It's that time of year again I can taste the air The clocks go back railway track Something blocks the line again and the train runs late for the first time today And all the friends lay down the flowers Sit on the banks and drink for hours Talk of the way they saw him last Local boy in the photograph... today. He's gone away - |
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| 5. |
| 4:54 |
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We all face the same way
Still it takes all day I take a look to my left, pick out the worst and the best She paints her lip, greasy and thick Another mirror stare, and she's going where? Another office affair, to kill an unborn scare? Do you talk dirty to a priest? makes them human at least Is she running away, to start a brand new day? Is she going home? Why's she driving alone? Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere She got a body in the boot, or just bags full of food? Those are model's legs, but are they women's are they men's? She shouts down the phone, missed a payment on the loan She gotta be above the rest, keeping up with the best Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere Waits tables for a crook? Wrote a hardback book? You teach kids how to read? Or sell your body on the street? A nurse without a job? Another uptown snob? But have I got you all wrong? One look and you were gone Is anyone going anywhere? Everyone's gotta be somewhere |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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Salt grips the road awaits his lift again
Street orange glow shades the odds against One more sip, A shoe, A miss, A shaving nick. One extra kiss, Whose to know whatever! Not up to me, Not up to you Not up to me, Not up to you The swings don't swing the parks been dead for years How do you know the last swing weren't your last for good Hard book on freaks, Fresh summer peach, Creased magazine Sugar chocolate treat, Whose to know whatever! Not up to me, not up to you Not up to me, Not up to you The street's so long where she lost her pocket purse Kept the last picture of the man she committed first Cracked windscreen rain, French murder play, Junk take away, Tired street parades, Who's to know whatever! Whatever! Not up to me, Not up to you Not up to me, Not up to you Ha, Whatever Not up to me, Not up to you, Not up to anything we do Not up to me, Not up to you. Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Oh Yeah! Its not up to me, Its not up to you, Its not up to you, Its not up to you, Its not up to you |
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| 7. |
| 2:41 |
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I gotta lose weight, I, I swallow honey
Is my stand up show, still, still, still that funny Am I back for good? I said that I, said that I would be She's down waist low trying to make me happy Because I like watching you. It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes. Two weeks late I, I, I gotta test for babies, shop take is falling low. I'm not going back, back to that factory, because I like what I do It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes It's time I tried, tried to check my, check my eyelids, check for holes It's time I tried, It's time I tried, It's time I tried, It's time I tried, It's time I tried, It's time I tried, It's time I tried to check my lids for holes |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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A week's too long not to ring
She colours her hair and waits for him No cat against dog Just head over heals Sex twice a day Best time in years Oh no why hasn't he phoned She has to wait until he's on his own Lying and denying so no body knows I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan He'll buy her one-day sex drives, oral highs, cheated wives, and spies Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbyes Passed away for the day had a change of kind Sex change too mundane for the average mind Oh no she just can see Where he is or where he's been Look prim and straight like she's always been All that she saved for went missing again She could be She could be She could be wrong She could be She could be She could be wrong She could be She could be She could be wrong It looks like It looks like the words got around They found A body in the lake maybe It wasn't really his name Same colour, same weight, same size feet It's the not knowing that kills you Oh no the clocks stopped slow everytime you're on your own Ya' hide from the spies so nobody knows scratch through the pages of the lazy days news for a clue Still looking for you |
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| 9. |
| 2:46 |
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10 minutes flat after the day at the factory. I'm drinking like a dog in the sun
I don't need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend. Just rot my guts I can't wait for my next drink. The first one has gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers My beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass I don't live to work, I work to live, and live at the weekend and maybe spend a week in the sun I come home wet the bed, throw my sheets out the window and Sunday morning comes and I can't wait for my next drink. The first one has gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers My beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass I can't wait for my next drink The first one it's gonna sink I'm the last of the big time drinkers I take pride in my work I'm the last of the big time drinkers Just give me the hops or the slops I'm the last of the big time drinkers |
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| 10. |
| 3:03 |
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The same long faces in the workman's hall,
Caramel crisp counts his birds, Cliff chip's lines up his dominoes, King fisher, lead singer calms his nerves. I'm drinking, sinking, swimming, I'm drowning, working, smirking, learning, I'm burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating, beating, I'm eating, I'm deep in a goldfish bowl. It's sink or swim The hall down town just burned to the ground, My boxing ring turned to ash, Red head ginger bread sells tickets at the door, Stella sleep walks in the sand. I'm drinking, sinking, swimming, I'm drowning, working, smirking, learning, I'm burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating, beating, I'm eating, I'm deep in a goldfish bowl. It's sink or swim They're looking in, they're looking in! Hard up outta luck, time to ride the village bike, A bike been used ten times or more, Grape vine hears the wife lays down her royal flush, I think I've lost another wife. I'm drinking, sinking, swimming, I'm drowning, working, smirking, learning, I'm burning, sleeping, thieving, cheating, beating, I'm eating, I'm deep in a goldfish bowl. It's sink or swim They're looking in, its sink or swim |
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| 11. |
| 5:01 |
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Shopping spree for the family tree,
Hhaven't seen your family tree in quite a while! Too many sandwiches and wine, Sherry stains down your best mans tie, What a speech. The band arrives, the granny's cry, Singers tongue's in the barmaids mouth, What a voice. Grandpa drunk a drop or two, His heads still stuck in the portaloo, What a man. You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breast, The disco's late and he's overpaid tonight, You got a diamond ring, And the man who sings, The man who sings made love to the barmaid twice, And that's just tonight The blue rinsed hairs lift up the chairs, The bands too loud they're off down stairs, What a noise. The bride and groom they dance their dance, And the singer mimes "there's still a chance", The barmaid smiles You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breast, The disco's late and he's overpaid tonight, You got a diamond ring, And the man who sings, The man who sings made love to the barmaid twice, And that's just tonight You bought a sequin dress for your chicken breast, The disco's late and he's overpaid tonight, You got a diamond ring, And the man who sings, The man who sings made love to the barmaid twice, Ha! Grandpa drunk a drop or two, His heads still stuck in the portaloo again! The bride and groom they dance their dance. The singer mimes "there's still a chance tonight" and the barmaid smiles |
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| 12. |
| 3:45 |
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I never knew her name
I only knew her fame She lived near my town Another goldfish to drown Well I just past the bridge That parts us from them The bridge that she used Again and again Again I remember when they found her Billy Davey's daughter The word gets around Billy Davey's second daughter Threw herself to dirty water Billy's left with nothing but a dream He dreams |
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