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With a calm and strategic no
I'm back and I'm solo This is the Oliver Twist manifesto For the age I was born, for Victoriana This is Oliver Twist pissing over Britannia 50 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor 200 years of teenage anarchy Papist threats and no popery Revenge ???? the cold in Soho This is the Oliver Twist manifesto Totality for the kids Oliver Twist This is Oliver Twist There was this gang who I used to run with Swindlers, knaves, urchins scum, spivs Looking good comes in handy When you're dipping from the pockets of a dandy And there's murder in the air at the Connelli room And there's treason in the air at the Groucho If there's a TV pop in the Soho house It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to tell you That it's Oliver Twist Doing it for the kids Keep the boy on gruel There's a young British artist in the room This is Oliver Twist What if all of the village idiots And all the raspberry ripples Are just putting it on And they're the brightest of all of the cripples? Oliver Twist I cartarista Disappear into a pea souper Swooping down like the Hun Over the gas-lit streets of London Into a pea souper A Cartarista Unto you my children I bestow this gift It's a ballroom blitz This is Oliver Twist This is Oliver Twist A cartarista Into a pea souper Totality for the kids Oliver Twist Swooping down like the Hun Swooping down over Soho It's the Oliver Twist manifesto Oliver twist |
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This is the death of Sarah Lucas
As painted by the mouth of Verona Sarah Lucas and the Turin Shroud Jesus Christ on a tea-towel Take the cigarette Sarah Put it in your mouth, smoke the fucker Light it, suck it, don't blow it Don't make a big deal about it I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas She's playing with morality She's using ambiguity She's using humour to question our preconceptions Wish I could be like her but I am not a girl "The Car's The Star" to glue the cigarettes on I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas There are things that I don't understand Maybe I'm an average man But Sarah, I'm sorry But I have to kill you I traced her to a member's bar She's holding court, she's talking art Doesn't fruit look funny in a gallery? It could be death by cigarette Or one true blow to the head Just plug Aunt Sally in the belly I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas I shot Sarah Lucas |
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Never work again
La travail jamais, call a general strike in May I invented a century today I rest my case, I demand the right to Never work La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work in May Or in the summer time, we'll call a general strike For the right to never work I rest today, I'll leave the century today La travail jamais, I'm the Saint-Germain-des-Pres Never work Ma travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres (Never work) Because we're bone idle (Never work) Or just can't be bothered (Never work) Was I born with a silver (Never work) Spoon in my mouth? Never work Never work Drift through the cities Scorch the earth Follow the letter Never work La tremai Ma travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres La travail jamais, Saint-Germain-des-Pres Just say no Just say no Just say no Just say no And don't you ever work |
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They're having sex to 'The Kids In America'
This is the story of Discomania Keep me up all night with your own private language This is the story of Pepsi Cola addicts Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania I'm anti-everything And it's all Discomania We are the kids from the base We're not the kids in America Kim Wilde is sex I'm Tallula Bankhead Carrot cabbage winters Is gonna die from stamp death Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania Totality for the kids Totality for the government I like people when they keep their mouth shut I like them when they're silent Cos Kim Wilde is sex I'm Tallula Bankhead Carrot cabbage winters Is gonna die from stamp death Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? Which one of us killed us? Which one of us am I? It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) It's all Discomania (It's all Discomania) (mania) |
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Talking to a girl crying down the phone
Now listen to me and try and catch your breath She said do you see the fear when you look in my eyes I'd really like to know what happens when we die Loving couples together for years Torn apart by their grieving We can hardly cope with this level of emotion Two people cannot mourn for years A doctor from the north, a friend of the family Is comforting your mother drinking in the front room I couldn't make the funeral I know it really hurt you Right now it just seems to me everybody's dying (When we die, When we die, When we die, When we die...) When I remember your father as a ghost Not an old man diagnosed with cancer Ten weeks later, lying in a hospice bed Surrounded by loved ones, learning how to die Talking to a stone, wailing at a grave Maybe when a year has past, go and see a medium Bury him with children, blame a suicide I'd really like to know what happens when we die Will the dead outnumber the living? The silent majority, spare parts for surgery We're not bespoke, we're not best fitted I'd really like to know what happens when we die When we die, When we die, When we die, I still miss you I know I really miss you |
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At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth
I decided to cut all ties with showbiz As the awards piled up in the bath, well I started to laugh At all those who died in the name of light entertainment Camp Christ, Kitsch Christ, some escapologist Christ fella There's an unfunny Christ comedian tied up in my cellar Fly tipping Christ in a lay-by, All try to catch my attention At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth I decided to establish a manifesto Until we destroy we'll only have ruins No more masterpieces. No more pseudonyms Speak in tongues change my identity Become invisible I deal in absolutes, no second chances I'm the Holy Grail of poisoned stanzas Do I have to end it all like Billy Mackenzie To get out of the contract? Arse-licking Christ, false Christ, little self-hatred Christ Sex Christ, Death, dumb and blind Christ, Hanging in a garden shed Christ Anorexic Christ, Idiot Christ, All try to catch my attention At the age of 33 and a third, the time that Christ spent on earth I decided to cut all ties with showbiz |
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For Casanova, sex was quite impossible
When he first met Saint Germain Some people call me General Weldon, Prince Rakovsky You can call me Doctor Strange Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Ah, Lucy I won't tell you again Spend your money, drink your wine, smoke a cigarette I've been listening to spooks again Spooked again Spooked again (Spooked, Spooked, Spooked...) Now if anybody needs to find me I'm in the pre-chemical age I can be anywhere at anytime now I'm the Count de Saint Germain Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Lucy, I've got a message for Doctor Strange This is the Angel of Death looking over your shoulder I've been listening to spooks again Spooked again Spooked again He's got one eye, one eye on a Victorian family bible And he's starring at the tattoos on my face Don't underestimate the power of denial Don't underestimate Saint Germain Rebecca, Rebecca, put me on the other line now Lucy, I won't tell you again Tell Doctor Strange, it's the Angel of Death looking over his shoulder Come to spook that loser Haines Spooked again Spooked again |
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Workhouse?
Yeah? What do you want? Information Who the fuck do you think you are? You never fucking stop. Always wanting something for nothing.. OK. I'll give you want you want. I'll give you information All these songs about Christ, spooks and personal vendettas Organ donations, there's a mini operetta Are people gonna say you've gone off your rocker Well, I'm the brightest thing on the roster And I sleep well when I turn out the light I'm like an off-duty comedian at the end of a bad night Easy to like admire, difficult to love You've gotta believe me when I say I never wanted to be liked And I defy the curfew A sense of humour is the most overrated virtue Get off your knees you grovelling bastards This is Oliver twist pissing over Britannia 200 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor Newgate, Broadstreet, Langdales Distillery Papist threats and no popery It's a beautiful night again So paint the wall white again Brutality for the kids Oliver Twist There was this gang who I used to run with Ragamuffins, urchin scum, spivs Looking good comes in handy When you're dipping in the pockets of a dandy And there's treason in the air, it's just a leap of faith There's murder in the air at Rillington Place A Christie lives in Soho This is the Oliver Twist Manifesto Totality for the kids Oliver Twist I'm operating now under four different names I can use anyone of them, anytime again And I've never been one to hold a grudge Twists has turned vicious What if all the malevolent cripples The Raspberry ripples Are just putting it on? And they're the brightest of all of the people Oliver Twist, vaudeville Spook mentalist Disappear into a pea souper Swooping down on your back Coming out of a cold snap Into a pea souper A cartarista It was meant to be great But it's gone wrong again It's a beautiful night So paint the wall white again Get of your knees 'Cos Christie lives It's a beautiful night for Treason Oliver Twist Oliver Twist |
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