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At the music heist
I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs Sucks out all he can He sees the whole world goes flip In a stunt bug style Cos he's a parasite With a cellulite pile but he can smile Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Sticky eyes and sticky bones You get no time on your own You get a dose and a ghost You get it coast to coast Now you dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back You pierce yourself with a coke can And rub yourself with fake tan now you're in a band Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low There's always further to go When you're movin' on, you're movin' on No matter how low There's always somewhere to go Movin on, we're movin' on, won't be long before we're gone |
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The death of the party
Came as no surprise Why did we bother Should've stayed away Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party And plant myself gently on the shelf The death of a teenager Standing on his own Why did he bother Should've slept alone Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party And hang myself gently on the shelf |
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California. He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, Blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me faith, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own (to end) |
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Beetlebum
What you've done She's a gun Now what you've done Beetlebum Get nothing done You beetlebum Just get numb Now what you've done Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on All my violence is gone Nothing is wrong I just slip away and I am gone Nothing is wrong She turns me on I just slip away and now I am gone Beetlebum Because you're young She's a gun Now what you've done Beetlebum She'll suck your thumb She'll make you come Coz, she's your gun Now what you've done Beetlebum And when she lets me slip away She turns me on All my violence is gone Nothing is wrong I just slip away and I am gone Nothing is wrong She turns me on I just slip away and now I am gone He's on, he's on, he's on it. |
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I remember thinking murder in the car
Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We're your children coming in with spray cans of paint I remember the sunsets and the plains of cement And the way the night just seemed to turn the colour of orangeade In this town, cellular phones are hot with teens In this town, we all go to terminal pubs It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life In this town, the English army grind their teeth into glass You know you'll get a kicking tonight The smell of puke and piss The smell of puke and piss on your stilettos Here comes that panic attack My heart stops And then it starts Give me a drink I'll drink your round I take you round the pole It's cold up here (I see the universe waiting by a minibus) You'll catch the flu Or you'll catch the city Either way you'll catch the flu Or you'll catch the city |
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The death of the party
Came as no surprise Why did we bother Should've stayed away Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party And plant myself gently on the shelf The death of a teenager Standing on his own Why did he bother Should've slept alone Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party And hang myself gently on the shelf |
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The death of the party Came as no surprise Why did we bother? Should have stayed away Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf The death of the teenager Standing on his own Why did he bother? Should have slept alone Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf Another night And I thought "Well, well" Go to another party and hang myself Gently on the shelf ? |
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California. He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, Blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me faith, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own (to end) |
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A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone is a clever clone A chrome coloured clone am I So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right I'm leaving town to run away Right into your twisted arms No queues and there's no panic there Just dangling your feet in the grass My lack of natural luster now Seems to be losing me friends So in the abscence of a way of life Just repeat this again and again...and again Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene, all right Hey, hey come out tonight Hey, hey come out tonight Popscene! |
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I got my head checked
By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is no Woo hoo When I feel heavy metal Woo hoo And I'm pins and I'm needles Woo hoo Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure why I need you Pleased to meet you I got my head done When i was young It's not my problem It's not my problem Woo hoo When I feel heavy metal Woo hoo And I'm pins and I'm needles Woo hoo Well I lie and I'm easy All of the time But I'm never sure why I need you Pleased to meet you yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah |
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Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
The sound of magic music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade. Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order From a man in a tee-pee, California. He said he once was the great game show performer Then he blew all his money away, Blew it all away. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own Well, we all go happy day glow in the discos The sound of magic music in our brains Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors Says Lord, give me faith, for I've jumped into space I'm in outer space. So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own So take me home, don't leave me alone I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla I dream to riot, oh you should try it R. E. Perot, get gold card soul My joy of life is on a roll And we'll all be the same in the end Cos then you're on your own Then you're on your own (to end) |
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He makes an inner arm block
Then kicks from behind The lights, they go off But he can fight blind Cos he got the touch And he won't live long He comes from Hong Kong Where justice is done Chinese bombs, millions jump Chairman's junk, USA Won't somebody, won't somebody Sink the place Got a call to go to Soho The dragon said go Let everyone know That you got the touch You come from Hong Kong Where justice is done Where people are strong But you won't live long Chinese bombs, millions jump Chairman's junk, USA Bruce Lee come, save the day Bruce Lee come the Chinese way |
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At the music heist
I met the gourmet man With aluminium lungs Sucks out all he can He sees the whole world goes flip In a stunt bug style Cos he's a parasite With a cellulite pile but he can smile Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Sticky eyes and sticky bones You get no time on your own You get a dose and a ghost You get it coast to coast Now you dye your hair black Get Satan tattooed on your back You pierce yourself with a coke can And rub yourself with fake tan now you're in a band Cos this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on Hey, this is the music Movin' on, we're movin' on No matter how low There's always further to go When you're movin' on, you're movin' on No matter how low There's always somewhere to go Movin on, we're movin' on, won't be long before we're gone |
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It's automatic (It's automatic)
I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Fall into fashion (Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out Here comes tomorrow (Here comes tomorrow) One, two, three episodes (Three episodes) We stick together (We stick together) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Cos that's entertainment (That's entertainment) It's the sound of the wheel (Sound of the wheel) It rolls on forever (Roll, roll forever) Yeah you know how it feels (Know how it feels) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys out in space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out It's automatic (It's automatic) I need to unload (Need to unload) Under the pressure (Under the pressure) Gone middle of the road (Middle of the road) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (Like monkeys in outer space) Here it comes (We are members of the human race) Here comes a low (I'm a boy and you're a girl) Here comes a high (The only ones in the world) Here comes everything (You and me we'll work it out) Here it comes You, me, we'll work it out |
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