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| 1. |
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All come crashing down, your desperate icon
You've got to gob on your desperate icon You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon You've got to gob on your desperate icon Am I a god, or am I Jesus Am I a man, or am I a boy Do I feel love, or just possession Do I feel holy, or nothing at all You can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine And you can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine, sweet Jesus |
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| 2. |
| 5:55 |
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If I start this small debate the centre of the universe is up for sale
If my melody should fall, the tune is unimportant as I said before Or should I say it was the words, I should Standing in the lantern light, Mavis looking sexy in her dress, it shines Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I do If I feel God watching me, I control the actions of his destiny If my sentiments ring true, feel him in the mirror laughing back at you For me to tell you how it seems, I would Standing in the lantern light, Mavis looking sexy in her dress, it shines Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I do If I start this small debate the centre of the universe is gone for sale So my melody should fall, the tune is unimportant as I said before Or should I say it was the words, I should Standing in the lantern light, (I should) Mavis looking sexy in her dress, it shines Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I do I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I do |
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| 3. |
| 7:02 |
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He'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told Taxloss lover still lives in the War Taxloss lover touching 74 Ah, come back to me We want your money, taxloss We think you are stupid We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah We'll sell you down the river Just remember that we said we'd deliver you Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory You're a taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss He'll be your taxloss lover and his name is Bert Taxloss lover and he's always a flirt Your taxloss lover into kinky sex Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress Ah, come back to me We want your money, taxloss We think you are stupid We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah We'll sell you down the river Just remember that we said we'd deliver you Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny You'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory We're a taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory A taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss Taxloss, mod rock Junk pop, chart hop Mop top, swap shop Who'd you nick your cliche off |
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| 4. |
| 3:06 |
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You're a child, you are weak
You are precious, you won't speak And if I ever lived/loved I wish I could be you If I ever loved/lived again I wish I could be you, yeah You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah I wanna be you, yeah, I wanna be you How can I expect you to believe When I don't even believe in me And if I ever lived I wish I could be you If I ever loved again I wish I could be you, yeah You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah You, yeah, I wanna be you |
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| 5. |
| 4:31 |
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I'm in a wide open space
I'm standing I'm all alone and staring into space It's always quiet thru' my ceiling The roof comes in and crashes in a daze I'm in a wide open space it's freezing You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me I'm in a wide open space I'm staring There's something quite bizarre I cannot see I'm on the top of a hill I'm lonely There's someone here to shout to miles away I could be back in my house for I care They do not hear me it's the same old case I'm in a wide open space it's freezing You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me I'm in a wide open space I'm staring There's something quite bizarre I cannot see wide open space I'm standing I'm all alone and staring into space It's always quiet thru' my ceiling The roof comes in and crashes in a daze I'm in a wide open space it's freezing You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me I'm in a wide open space I'm staring There's something quite bizarre I cannot see I'm in a wide open space it's freezing You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me I'm in a wide open space I'm staring There's something quite bizarre I cannot see |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor If you haven't then you know you really oughta I was worried so I went to see the vicar But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him So I thought I'd write and ask for your opinion Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal Or whether I should egg him on to turn professional If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser But the only thing the stripper vicar wears is plastic trousers Mavis' opinion is all we really seek Mavis' opinion is all we... Should we lie while he's still alive Should we lie while he's still alive 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it Dear Mavis thought I'd follow up my letter Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar Very tragically his time on earth is ended Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders Dear Mavis if you tell us what your thoughts are And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter Mavis' opinion is all we really seek Mavis' opinion is all we... Should we lie now that he has died Should we lie now that he has died 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it And we know him as our vicar And by night a part-time stripper And the vicar got suspended In his stockings and suspenders And he's making wine from water While he dresses like his daughter And we know that he's a rip off 'Cos we've seen him with his kit off Should we lie now that he has died Should we lie now that he has died 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it |
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| 7. |
| 5:07 |
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You're the stranger in here, with your stanger face
You know that everyone can see it's false Something's rotten with you, you show no regret Like we all know that you're supposed to do I hope you've changed the way you feel I hope you've changed the clothes you wear I hope that you regret these things you said I hope in time that things will change I think you know that anyway You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You're disgusting You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You've been disgusting You're the outcast here, you're the native of a place You been and moved, excluded too You create attention, when we were the same There was a pressure that would force you to I hope you've changed the way you feel I hope you've changed the clothes you wear I hope that you regret these things you said I hope in time that things will change I think you know that anyway You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You're disgusting You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You are disgusting You're so full of venom that you spit into you're own sweet face, oh I hope you've changed the way you feel I hope you've changed the clothes you wear I hope that you regret those things you said I hope in time that things will change I think you know that anyway You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You're disgusting You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful You're disgusting It's so disgraceful, you're disrespectful You are disgusting, ooh Yeah, oh Disgusting Disgusting You were disgusting You know you've been disgusting You're so regretful |
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| 8. |
| 3:55 |
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She makes me bleed, oh yeah
She makes me cry She makes me sneeze, oh yeah She makes me sigh (Bridge) So bring her on down Bring her on down from heaven Bring her on down Bring her on down from heaven My only number must be must be (Chorus) Bring her on down by the souls of her feet Slappin' around and making her bleed I vowed to my god I'd give it all up If he would bring her on down from heaven She makes me bleed, oh yeah Don't know her name She makes me freeze, oh yeah She's in my face (Bridge)+(Chorus) Bringe her on down by the souls of her feet Slappin' around and making her bleed I vowed to my god I'd give it all up Don't know her name, don't know what she's done (Chorus |
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| 9. |
| 4:39 |
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To be twisted
To be naked To be broken To be free Tell me stick or twist Tell me which will it be I tell you stick or twist Tell me which do you see Oh can't you see, oh oh yeah Where do we go Who do we trust Who do we see, yeah now Who wants to know Who do we tell What will we see, yeah Oh where do we go now, yeah Who do we see, oh yeah It will sparkle It is beauty It is broken It is free |
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| 10. |
| 4:11 |
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Na na na nah na nah na na
One, two, three Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na nah I'm sick of all this scratching around I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand He's the queen of all the shops where he shops And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen Skin of a nosebreak Fatima toothpaste Penelope Cheapskate Claudia Farmgate We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically We'll test their egg-ability We'll make them meet He only wants to get in your kecks So he can carry out his own little test He only wants to get in your pants Because he knows that you have played in a band Skin of a nosebreak Fatima toothpaste Penelope Cheapskate Claudia Farmgate We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically We'll test their egg-ability We'll make them meet Mavis she knows Mavis she knows She's got all these things around her All things to no men She see you in hell I'll go shopping instead He will send his centipede to sort ya' He's stretched it out to make it two feet taller We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically We'll test their egg-ability We'll make them meet Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na nah Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na nah Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na na na nah na nah na na Na nah |
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| 11. |
| 14:38 |
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Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while
Don't be late, hard to take, vicar twists and gets away His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now Mavis, what he will wear In the path of righteous man There is rubble where I stand I'll be the one You can kiss his vase until the end of the month Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared the way from your face Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now Mavis, what he will wear In the path of righteous man There is rubble where I stand I'll be the one You can kiss his vase until the end of the month And if you should see me passing by Do not disturb me as I fly Though I am walking here This is where I'll be In the path of righteous man There is rubble where I stand I'll be the one You can kiss his vase until the end of the month In the path of righteous man There is rubble where I stand I'll be the one You can kiss his vase until the end of the month Until the end of the month Until the end of the month Oh yeah, yeah Ooh yeah Ooh yeah Ooh yeah Ooh yeah Na na na na na na nah, ooh Na na na na na na nah, yeah Na na na na na na nah, ooh Na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah Na na na na na na nah, ooh Na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah Na na na na na na nah, ooh Na na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh Na na na na na na na nah, yeah yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh Na na na na na na na nah, yeah yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah Na na na na na na na nah, oh yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah Na na na na na na na nah, yeah yeah |
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I'm writing these words like the fool that I am
Trying to say something good like the person But it's all just a sham 'cos the writer I am not Could say anything, you'd believe them Just your A-typical Boy-girl-girl-boy androgynous Play on a publican's decoy 'Cos I had to drop out 'cos the Art School was sad and If you believe all of that you're a bigger fool than me The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice They aren't supposed to mean that much Lyrics mean nothing, don't right any wrongs In fact I'm not having them on this You say they mean nothing just gobbledy-gook But just look at yourself you're not clever enough Understanding the truth, you are so out of touch You believe all of this, you can't see it's a spoof Understand all the words when they don't even rhyme And I'm losing the rhythm and the whole thing's getting wierder and wierder They all believe me It's all so easy now |
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