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I get back from touring
Suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face At a quarter to eleven am You're prangin' out I see through you I feel awful This voice's talkin' to me This ain't funny ??? my house for four fucking weeks I see through you I'm about to do something stupid I dare say why my manager got lary and smacked me These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandy The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me Carelessly rackin' out prangs just to handle the fear I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prang'd So I glug Marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad Snort more tour support, and then have a drink The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin' You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now, I know shes thinkin' shes a bit frightened somehow, I don't think she realized what I'd invited her back to my house I don't want anyone to see me like this right now I sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes I've been a poor sports thoughts dance in my mind A banging headache dancin' prang'd by their side Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life I don't remember any of what I just thought at all The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all Panicing a bit, gettin' frightened 'n fuck all So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle I don't want anyone I know to see my like this My fibs and single became lies and lists She's gonna sell-tell no doubt fuck it I'm not going to start drinkin', no, I can't for now You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep Before the prangers pain must've dawned on me Stupid idiot! Around the time I was skethchin' tryin' to con some sleep And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here I must have flaked while I puttied Way to loads more 'Cuz I'd staked on bookings Waited to tell the score Why do I break my rules not to wager any more I flaked on the bookings and majorly totaled on the score I've got a simple problem But my minds spinning out I remembered the website between the wine and the stout The rush of fear made me forget how fucked I'd been This time I'm drying my eyes and a fuckin' nose bleed Turnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones me Evaded for it got nasty when my manager when he only beat me I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated He said 'sort your life out' as he punched me onto my feet You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid You're prangin' out I see through you These voices talkin' to me This ain't funny I see through you I'm about to do something stupid Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide 'Cause rational thought it would seem that I need not to be doing stuff That makes death seem like an easier option I need a totally Trojan plan right now I see through you |
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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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I dream that one day I'll have a child
And that child will say to me "dad, what was war?" But it's not going to happen! It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have Oi the reason girls flirt is to work out their worth Whereas men just hanker for the panky to happen Retain this fact I'm hammering, this fact is gonna matter What little you think you're letting by her sly She senses you're near her and smells your desire The general rule of mine : her intellect will be higher Your task is to make her notice you fast but hanker when you don't close in after She knows she can get most dudes but she musn't know about you If you screw this all up and then lose all your cool that's when she ends up liking you as a friend You're not playing at hard to get You're playing at not getting a hard-on yet It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have And you wanna know what, listen.. The answer is to get close enough to her but listen the next thing you just totally blank her You think I'm fuckin' mad don't ya but I don't shag on my own Get somewhere close to the lamb but then glance and turn to the man You need to get near to the lamb but she doesn't want to feel cramped Instead of cowering up to the hostile lamb bowl up to the trusting man It's much easier talking to him, he doesn't suspect you want anything (just tell him something like..) Did you know cigarette lighters were invented before matches? It's abc making a he break with glee 'Cos he isn't suspicious you're trying to muscle into his missus Do you know what I'm talking about that's why I'm talking about It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have The woman is a highly socially-practiced master in body language, dab-handed actress She's calculating all the mad facts and the figures while you're pretending to listen staring at her tits It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have Elementary, my dear cousin (elementary) I cannot state this enough She must not clock your flop You can't placard your march Your threws seclude your moves Or you're colluding well weapon It's a war of the sexes never get it blud I beg that you learn 'cos she's clever How attracted to you she is is partly your gab But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have And remember not to get hammered either 'Cos people who get hammered don't get to nail |
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| 3:15 |
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I need something in my life to straighten me out
Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog Call toast PR tell 'em we've opened up shop Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk, Three years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog, And there'll be no more straight scores to drop and keep dropping Settle my gross addictions with my net and come, tell my mum over tea that my whole life's fucking up We've got two hundred and fifty grand in the budget to go, subtract five for club promo. Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video - fuck that It's the hardest way to make an easy living The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery Mayhem texts me about the press and TV See if I've taken any Es, So I can get some sleep, Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week TV pluggers, product managers straight up Club promo needs to step up, help it work Stick to our guns, don't crack to demands Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back Two hundred and twenty five grand, twenty six grand for a showcase and, five more on tour support and support story Chorus We'll never get bankrupt if we never have a go This is no ordinary label, I need to flash up my flow Go into Morris Stead as well as Saville Row I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow The safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep Eight grand payed in September, April, may and December If this keeps going so well, this is going to be the end of us Chorus In spread betting it's easy to draw a small fortune start with a big fortune and lose into a small fortune Haven't got a clue, we blindly charge on Death threats from a boy of the girl I sarged on She said she didn't have a bloke, another lesson marked down Verbal agreements aren't worth the paper they're marked on Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up Tell mum over tea, the press have started up We've spent a fortune, 'cause with ghost buying it's the end for tune We need to sell some records soon ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By SKINNER, MICHAEL GEOFFREY <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 4. |
| 3:34 |
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Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
That you aren't telling tales to her. If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself, Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face that you aint telling tales to her. That you never get stressed when she questions events you'll be best to forget. Can you actually blag when the lamb glances when you prang and your chatting, That if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wouldn't have it? Oi, why's that then? Its 'cause the reason you been faithful is Its been so good You never seen temptation Deep down you hear the mans burden We all have a mans burden You'll always be a bad person It's getting you down You were letting her down, You were tempted and failed. You showed her up, You need to be owning up you need to show her you love her for once. It was an extreme circumstance it was she that advanced She defeated you gradually So you must then be honest you must then get on this. Mend the wrong shit. If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself Oi oi, so why you wanna phone up? Why you wanna own up? You were selfish and so dumb. To ease it off your chest, to be relieved of the mess that's being proper selfish, I been in some broken moments I know what goes on the road but there's a road you chose however coked Up your brain you know you chose to strain you know it was your game oi But it makes you see things clearer It was weird though man But you didn't wanna be with her Seriously back home If a girl was to even hear It would spare her weak heart She have no fear The chance to see the fit thing naked will spell and memorize you. You'll disregard the ways the lady in your life inspires you. Which is why to day she tires of you, you'll be crying and howling. And if you had the chance to go back to her pad for a passionate act you wont allow it. But if your plans for a chance to go back ain't even had. Then the passionate act won't happen, 'cause you plan not to have the chance, Rewind back if that sounded fast. Oi you can't think straight, you gotta avoid the situation ignore what she's doing. You may be mugged if you trust too much but it will fuck you up more worrying about trust If you never tell a lie to her, You don't have to remember anything, It all goes out the window when, I try to do it myself You may be mugged if you trust too much But it will more fuck you up It will more fuck you up worrying about trust |
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| 5. |
| 2:36 |
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Ah, what was the question
Oh yeah, momento mori It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct But it means don't hang yourself on a material life But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day Am I shallow, am I hung up on such wrong ways Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie I've got nothing in my life away from the studio So when I'm loose I end up consuming dough Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another Over think my fate grasping a pastel jumper Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober Change my mind and fly back into Vegas Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels Frame the Ferrari through the day with the mayhem Just to forget about the race in my head I don't really care about the luck and the look But driving a Ferrari is fucking book Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy I think if I could see me now from my growing past I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash I reckon from the threads I think all I think's about cash But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash It's like people don't know the eighties started My car just keeps carding with the card machine You don't regard the old you, driving a Ferrari Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed I never think about money In fact I have no idea how much money I have Memento mori, memento mori It's latin and it says we must all die I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit So I buy buy buy buy buy buy Chilly 'n Carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor |
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| 3:40 |
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Using the following, I'm going to show you:
A) how to con someone using their own greed, B) that you won't feel bad 'cos they're trying to con you anyway, and C) taking their money! As I have come to realize, running the beats is just getting people's confidence. This scam only works 'cos that man thinks he's working this scam And that you man off his mark Get your mate, let's call your mate piers No, not piers, let's call him Farquhar Anyway get Farquhar to crawl into a bar with his dog Like I said, the barman will try and con you later But you're gonna take all his money. Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart Just for twenty quid for a while, claiming that he hated it But it was worth more than his car This, by the way, requires that you find and supply Farquhar With an animal, and a life, from your local park. Get a nice dog that doesn't bark But not so nice that someone might miss this mutt from the park Anyway, using this technique you're gonna take all this man's money But you're not gonna care, cos he's gonna fucking deserve it [Chorus] You'll never con an honest john An honest john you can't drag down (exactly!) Con-do-lee get conned When they think they're the cunning one (it's all one big con) Neighbor you won't con An honest john Now listen, get Farquhar to dart out the bar And just shop for some garm's, maybe Just to pass an hour or so I would go shopping cos' I gave up drinking But whatever, just have Farquhar down the road Now you walk in the bar, walk up to the barman Order a jar, when you've caught him slouched on his own Start eying the dog that he's minding by his side Currently vibe him and start on about the dog you own. Start asking the barman, if it's his fine specimen of a dog Nod, smile, agree, look interested and cool When he tells you it's someone else's you've just left previous Tell him, 'this is a very rare breed of animal.' Last time I lied my manager swiped me But lie, and tell him it's like a fucking red-eared hunting spaniel. Tell him it's worth 600 quid and you would pay handsomely if you were to accept finance at all [Chorus] You'll never con an honest john (sometimes...) An honest john you can't drag down (...sometimes I think I should just go completely...) Condolee get conned When they think they're the cunning one Neighbor you won't con an honest john (keep listening though, it's important that you keep listening...) Now take all his shopping off him Get your mate Farquhar to pop in Looking straight gutted a bit later on He should order a jar, talk at the bar Ensure he looks calm, warm with the barman And generally start conversating on. Farquhar should start falling apart About how he's arsed up some chance And how arsed up his day was. Or in the event, the spread betting he's getting ready to accept That his rent's not getting payed up. The barman's mind will chime slowly for a while He might wipe the bar, as his mind is making sums. Farquhar should continue to moan about money And that this mutt is not the greatest of his worries. And like 'ching!', the barman will five out of six times Kindly offer his greed to buy the dog for a price of three hundred quid And after some bartering, your barman will haggle and charge harder In greed of the scent of the scheme in his head. (that's right, neighbor!) You'll never con an honest john An honest john you can't drag down Condolee get conned When they think they're the cunning one (the barman, is gonna see how much he can stitch you up for.) Neighbor you won't con an honest john (how does that work? cos' every time it's based around someone who thinks they're conning you.) They'll never imagine the whole scenario is prepared solely for him Why should he? That sort of paranoia can get you in the loony bin! As I have come to realize, running the beats is just getting people's confidence. And than taking their money! It's all one big con. |
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| 3:33 |
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Two great European narcotics,
Alcohol and Christianity, I know which one I prefer [Chorus:] We never went to church, Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt, But it's hit me since you left us, And it's so hard not to search. If you were still about, I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now, I just get grubbin' scared, Every now, Hope I made you proud. On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons, I put my head on the table I was so distraught with you, You tidied your things into the bin, The more poorly you grew, So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to. Put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but.. People say I interrupt people with the same look. Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked, Started reading about dreams in your favorite book. Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do. You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew. And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through, I miss you dad but I've got nothing to remind me of you [Chorus] I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken, I needed to pray or see a priest that day, I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away. But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things straight. I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm, So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my heart, And for that if God exists I'd reckon he'd pay me regard, Mom says me and you are the same from the start. I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you, Every time I interrupt someone like you used to, When I do something like you you'll be on my mind or through, 'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you. [Chorus: Repeat 2X] But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now, And then I'm not so scared somehow, 'Cause I know that you'd be proud. I got a good one for you dad, I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman, You always said I should hedge my bets. |
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| 3:37 |
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The fine art of hotel expressionism
And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art In the early hours of a blurry hotel you need guests of (?) My word is word if we earn success in hotel expressionism Stay away from (?) hotels so when wrecked there's no victim I've been ejected from hotels that then when I'm checking in will swear to be with them (swearin') Man, I'm not some crank vandal swinging the TV about at random Attacks to the lamp stand for a (?) is the art of action prove (?) Tediously mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliches It's vandalism an expressionists (?) we keen leaders associate to I'm talking E-convertibles (talking?) The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art From the (?) of the minibar brandy and lambs see(?) You have a brandy (?) sweet boozy steam moves freely and is in no manner mindless fun Express yourself in anyway say anything you may and anyway that man (?) That's fuckin' (?) fuckin' cunt the fuckin' damage is a minor... fucker But louts harassin' is fuckin' drole spellin' through the death of rock and roll Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip 'cus rock and roll is fuckin' old The group of girls your so in on have to be on there oh there and piss But you have a problem with the man there with he's a dealer but there's a rift(?) You need to get in front jump up on his own shit take his gear he disappears Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water gaffer taped to a chair in a lift The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art I'll tell you Expressionism is his own form of art Because with normal art someone usually the artist they pour out their heart But it's worth is decided by committin' and has to obey the law and sharks I tell expressionists walk out the lift mind checkin' out pay for their art Real art should be nothing but love shouldn't be about the money or fashion I make these crap rap rhythms to pay the hotel bills that fund my packet(?) The fine art of hotel expressionism And the sentiment with the kettlent condiments Compose your mood using the soap hanging chute(?) The minibar can be part of the art It's tedious the mischief from (?) is why we hide from enemy pages Throwing the TV out the window mate is nothing clear of weak cliche It's vandalism an expressionists keenly disassociate to I'm talking E-convertibles, structural damage, human injury...well mayhem basically |
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Two nations divided
By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language Sorry, oi, that's just my idea of a joke But you guys are different to us across the pond folk And I keep having to say that I'm only joking In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi Biggy man, god bless America and that But you lot keep killing all your best talent We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them I don't know much about nines and max But we still got two dues we're inclined to pay And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays And crystal methods all the height with crack It was no shock to me when we flew to the door At the Nars gig where the mans were shooting in a war Since it got reported in the latest news story That London is now more dangerous than New york Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language, oi Understated is how we prefer to be That's why I've sold three millions and you've never heard of me The paparazzi shoot me the the girls all loose on me But don't shoot hiders, we fight football rivalry The work wac means to cum back home And I wrote the ten wac commandments on my own I was in front of the bloke shooting at the Nars show But they weren't shooting at him it was honor that night though We don't shoot idols happily shoot instead Up my road the police just thought are you dead 'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorister Does this bomb look big in this bag then but we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder It's no Biggy we got no cash and its no wonder 'Cause I'm proud we gave you people like John Lennon Even though you shot him as well Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got wrong 'Cause we were the ones who invented the language |
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If you don't like what's going down
you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about Two days before i finally snap from (?) a gig I was being a twat the bass player behind the (?) cap he's belgium another bright screaming gang Johnny drums see peeps leaving trailing gaps putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways 20 minutes to go the floor manager says Been a long summer (?) band's an age i wanna dry my eyes and all the band on the stage (I wana see the whole crowd in Belgium) dead silence not very nice to feel so depressed and violent (He's fuckin' puttin moisturiser on, he's fuckin moisturisin' his face... i know YEAH) If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about (Some cunt is bringin up a load of fuckin shithole streets hats) Oi, oi, (?) down the day before the crafts the hats were bought by warner staff thought they were fakes, not thought to ask so i (?) the audience found under the stage but i'd only just spoken ted mayham has never seen me so darn broken the very next day in bed in London with a girl i have little memory of unable to feel anything much which was the reason why i bought my first suit wasn't thinking at that bit on stage the fake streets hats were actually not fake! If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about If you don't like what's going down you need to change something round and what you can't change you've got to change the way you thought about (My ears who's that cunt? tell him to fuck off man "the streets" no look what what oh yeah no go go go yeah mate stop (?) you know it is made so hard) |
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