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| 3. |
| 2:55 |
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I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah Head through a blue haze Waiting for the musical craze We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson Taxi for Mr. Nelson Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox, oh No sounds at first came out This machine had dropped out But it made music to itself Made music for itself Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm looking for the home of the real I want a happy time now Drinkers from the slaughterhouse Weren't happy and went out Noise resounds aloud Noise resounds the lounge Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox oh I sidled up to a fruit machine This I was imagining: Some drinkers dancing at the bar Drinkers dancing for the bar Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm searching for the now I'm looking for the real thing yeah |
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| 4. |
| 4:36 |
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No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it What what Well the powders reach you And the powders teach you But when you find they can't reach you There is no Christmas for junky He thinks he is More interesting Than the world Ah but buying fags Puts him in a whirl I'll have a packet of three-five fives Will you fucking put the monitors on for Christ's sake? I'll have a packet of three-five fives I'll have 20 of those over there I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache And I've had enough right there, stop (Why is this) Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah He spits in the sky It falls in his eye And then he gets to sitting Talking to his kitten Talking about Frankie Lymon Tell me why is it so? Tell me why is it so? Why did the sky break today? Why did this happen today? He goes out of his face with the Idle Race He goes out of the room with this tune Although the skins are thin He knows its up to him To go out or stay in I'll stay in I'll stay in Have a break You Me X-Mas X-Mas Well the powders reach you And the powders teach you But when you find they can't reach you There is no Christmas for junky There is no girls There is no curls Just the traffic passing by Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off? Give me one Give me B Give me three Give me D No X-mas for John Quays |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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Er, what's this thing about?
Er, nothing. (...) no recipes It was like a see-saw No It was like an up and down Bye bye Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? (...) It's all a diminished return Now Floorboard Creaks Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you push your head in? Ash tray Our Friends And the fathers are underground Your mouth is sold out Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? Pile on |
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| 6. |
| 2:01 |
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Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est. Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Well you started here to earn your pay Clean neck and ears on your first day Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate And the crap in the air will fuck up your face Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Boss can bloody take most of your wage And if you get a bit of depression Ask the doctor for some valium Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate |
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| 7. |
| 2:07 |
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(Your nervous system, your nervous system)
(Underground medicine, underground medicine) A spark inside (Traverse up my hide) And when it clicks There's no resist Every time I hear a new baby cry I thank my spark inside And you get underground medicine Underground medicine I'm but a nervous system Underground medicine I found a reason not to die A reason for the ride The spark inside When it hits the mind you get Underground medicine Underground medicine I'm but a nervous system Underground medicine I had a psychosomatic voice And one time it might come back Underground medicine Underground medicine I'm but a nervous system Underground medicine On my pants I spilled expectorant And the colonel shot better with 30 pints They took his cup away Take it away, take it away (Used to 'ground) medicine (Used to 'ground) medicine (Used to 'ground) medicine |
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| 8. |
| 5:02 |
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Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy Pull my string and I do my thing. Two Steps Back I don't need the acid factories I've got mushrooms in the fields Julian* said "How was the gear?" They don't sell things to you over there A cigarette goes out when you put it down. Two Steps Back Had a look at the free festivals They're like cinemas with no films You could make a fire with the seats You could boil up some cigar (cig-ah!) dimps Or get into the sound Wait for the ice cream to come around. Two Steps Back Two Doors Down I meet my old friends there They queue up for cash there They are part Irish They have no conscience They get threatened by the cracker factory. Two Steps Back Cracker Factory: A place where you get into the working routine again. Rehabs for no hopes Prefab for jobless dopes. |
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| 9. |
| 0:52 |
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We're still one step ahead of you
I still believe in the R and R dream R and R as primal scream Tied to the Puritan Ethic Nonsympathetic to spastics After all this, still a lonely bastard. Eggheads, boneheads, queue Queue for them We were early and we were late But, still, live at the witch trials.... |
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| 2:35 |
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| 11. |
| 7:59 |
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Oh aye you're a good lad
Here is a pound note The stupid bitch They were made for each other You should have met his brother His mother was deaf and dumb Well that stupid get Played games with names Of the place he'd worked Of the women he tupped He thought he were envy of the music scene Part of the choosy scene Envy of the music scene Here comes long hair for the fair No pay just take on the way Those bastards stripped me bare In front of all those people Spat peanuts in my hair And all the leaves are brown And be part of the music scene Envy of the choosy scene Part of the music scene And aye you're a good lad Oh here is a new flat That stupid twat Made for each other You should have met his brothers Real (fuckers) That stupid kid Played games with names All the gigs he'd worked And the women he'd fucked He was part of the music scene Envy of the choosy set Part of the music scene Leave a mark on the city I'll smash your doors down Become a demolition worker A metal construction worker And behind our conscious minds Our affections are turning grey Yeah, we're part of the music scene Envy of the choosy scene Part of the music scene Part of the music scene Part of the choosy scene 6 minutes! 6:40! OK, studio, that's plenty |
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| 12. |
| 2:22 |
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| 13. |
| 2:12 |
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Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet Nowhere to go Won't let us in the shows 'Cos we talk about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking 'bout love And the Psycho-Mafia No soul in the discos No rock in the clubs Won't let us in the pubs And the city joys Going on about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love And the Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia 'cho Mafia 'cho Mafia Spitting on the streets Shot heads and teeth Our eyes are red Our brains are dead Going on about drugs Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love Psycho-Mafia |
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| 14. |
| 4:54 |
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Right noise.
We're gonna get real speedy You gotta wear black all the time You're gonna make it on your own. Cos we dig Cos we dig We dig We dig repetition We dig repetition We've repetition in the music And we're never going to lose it. All you daughters and sons who are sick of fancy music We dig repetition Repetition on the drums and we're never going to lose it. This is the three R's The three R's: Repetition, Repetition, Repetition Oh mental hospitals Oh mental hospitals They put electrodes in your brain And you're never the same You don't dig repetition You don't love repetition Repetition in the music and we're never going to loose it President Carter loves repetition Chairman Mao he dug repetition Repetition in China Repetition in America Repetition in West Germany Simultaneous suicides We dig it, we dig it, we dig it, we dig it Repetition, repetition, repetition Repetition, repetition, Regal Zonophone There is no hesitation This is your situation Continue a blank generation Blank generation Same old blank generation Groovy blank generation Swinging blank generation Repetition, repetition, repetition.... |
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| 15. |
| 3:26 |
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My boys take what I say
Do it the studio way New equipment all clean New gear Clothes mean I answer and take the calls No trouble with the law Turn it up for interviewers Oh yeah prime movers I wonder what is next year's thing? Crash smash crash ring They've got another side Pop heroes of the mind While you suckers queue or work Money for us and play it up We have never sold out Spent hours on a clever act Phoney advertising quotes that make you buy some raise your hopes That it's the new leather thing Crash smash crash ring The broken backs of the real bands A million closed minds Weep for the old glam Year of the average man The Worst died because of you Along with some others too Erasing off our rainbows We are men, we have big toes! It's the new leather thing Crash smash crash ring Houdini believed his tricks That is why he died Oh I'm not coming out There may be a film on tonight Or Eliot's Untouchables As for new hotels Look like science fiction films or revival gothic pigswill Watch the skies, what to think Crash smash crash ring (Bramah:) Rocket! / Rock it! It's the new leather thing Ba ba ba doo..... New leather thing Yow! |
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| 16. |
| 6:38 |
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(Replaces Mother-Sisterand Industrial Estate on the U.S. version of the LP)
Alright we're going to go back to 1940 No money And I live in Berlin I think I'll join up Become a camp guard No war for me An old Jew's face dripping red I hate the prisoners I hate the officers There's no fight I think I'll join, The red rose, Leave Belsen I'll go to Switzerland A human resistor Don't think, ask him Present : I don't like them said Ian in his black-out threats I think I'll drop out Become a no-man And live my rules But I'm the sort that gets out of the bath with a dirty face Everyone I meet's the same now No brains or thought A good case for the systems we like - we get Human race Various times Don't think, ask him Future: 1980 Black windows And smokey holes My head is full of lead And the beer is so weak Since they got rid of time around here Dr. Doom fresh from Salem And the witch trials The Lathe of Heaven Time mistaken Three places at once Human race Don't think, ask him Ask him Ask him |
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| 3:36 |
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Dresden dolls take one
This is for all you guys who work on industrial estates Dresden dolls are back in style with a clockwork walk and a backward smile Dresden dolls don't hear a sound They're programmed to jump up and down Up and down Round and round Tapping feet to formless sound Dresden dolls and Nazi boys Dance arm in arm to formless noise Up and down Round and round Tapping feet to formless sound On plastic bars they sit and pose Count their fingers with their toes They sit and smile and drink and grin Then they all get up again Up and down Round round Tapping feet to noiseless sound Dresden dolls are back in style With a clockwork walk and a backward smile Up and down Pound and round Tapping feet to formless sound |
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| 18. |
| 2:21 |
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Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet Nowhere to go Won't let us in the shows 'Cos we talk about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking 'bout love And the Psycho-Mafia No soul in the discos No rock in the clubs Won't let us in the pubs And the city joys Going on about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love And the Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia 'cho Mafia 'cho Mafia Spitting on the streets Shot heads and teeth Our eyes are red Our brains are dead Going on about drugs Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love Psycho-Mafia |
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| 1:46 |
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Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est. Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Well you started here to earn your pay Clean neck and ears on your first day Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate And the crap in the air will fuck up your face Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Boss can bloody take most of your wage And if you get a bit of depression Ask the doctor for some valium Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate |
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| 2:39 |
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I used to believe everything I read (x3)
But that's all changed and now I'm stepping out That's all changed and now I'm Stepping out (x3) I used to stay in the house and never go out But now I'm stepping out, stepping out I used to stay in the house and never go out But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out I used to stay on my feet all 24 hours But now I'm stepping out, stepping out The light'd be on 24 hours But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out So people get ready, strip down your houses Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out So people get ready, strip down your houses Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out I used to believe everything I read (x3) But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out That's all changed cause now I'm stepping out (x3) Stepping out (x4) |
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| 2:21 |
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Everybody's telling me to listen up
They're trying to run my life for me I'm gonna tell I'll tell 'em Their term's up (Chorus) They've just given me their Last orders (x4) Everyone's in prison or in the army All sincere, all phoney Reading all the books, taking in the news (Chorus) I don't dig their dead-end options I'm not hurt by their rejections I'm no sell-out, and they've found out (Chorus) Everybody's telling me to listen up They're trying to write my life story Joke's on them It's the end of the rap (Chorus) |
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| 1. |
| 2:59 |
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I'm searching for the now
I'm looking for the real thing, yeah Head through a blue haze Waiting for the musical craze We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson Taxi for Mr. Nelson Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox, oh No sounds at first came out This machine had dropped out But it made music to itself Made music for itself Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm looking for the home of the real I want a happy time now Drinkers from the slaughterhouse Weren't happy and went out Noise resounds aloud Noise resounds the lounge Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox oh I sidled up to a fruit machine This I was imagining: Some drinkers dancing at the bar Drinkers dancing for the bar Rebellious Jukebox yeah Rebellious Jukebox now I'm searching for the now I'm looking for the real thing yeah |
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| 2. |
| 3:07 |
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Er, what's this thing about?
Er, nothing. (...) no recipes It was like a see-saw No It was like an up and down Bye bye Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? (...) It's all a diminished return Now Floorboard Creaks Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you push your head in? Ash tray Our Friends And the fathers are underground Your mouth is sold out Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? Pile on |
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| 1:44 |
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Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est. Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Well you started here to earn your pay Clean neck and ears on your first day Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate And the crap in the air will fuck up your face Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Boss can bloody take most of your wage And if you get a bit of depression Ask the doctor for some valium Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate |
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| 4. |
| 2:34 |
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| 5. |
| 3:32 |
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Ba da ba da ba da ba daaa!
Late 20th Century was late and just said yes or no And was mistaken for sarcasm, even belligerent Now to fight! They're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be back someday Prisoner for a year and a day Putting me away but I'll be back someday A bust doorbell sound and the door broken down A doorbell sound and the door broken down They rang and rang but I never went down And now they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba boo ba ba bow.. Verse second (Peel session: I thought I would follow a friend Red banner, split end Follow a friend or some local men I used to drink a bottle of vodka a day) They rang and rang but I never went down People ring I never go down All metal walls now I'm sent down And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be back someday And my night sight's gone but it won't be long I see see long now it's gone Just two girls and a millionaire And they're putting me away but I'll be back someday Putting me away but I'll be boo ba ba....... Put the heat on Putting me away No sex or records for a year and a day They're putting me away I've been bunged up, I've been banged up I've been moved up, I've been banged up I said ba da ba da ba da badaaaaa MES: You make it (..) Riley: That'll be right then |
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| 3:13 |
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And note of your own choice, boys and girls
Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies You got energy vampires More hands on the tranquillisers An unholy alliance And jokes about faith Give me another drink You're as strong as your weakest link A mess of My age A mess of my race A mess of our radio I remember the times This was a beginning Of a permissive new age But it's the same old cabbage A mess of my age A mess of our race A mess of our our our our (megaphone bit) I don't look at myself I have no health Take no notice of me I probably work for a record company A mess of our age A mess of my taste A mess of our nervous systems Cowering mockers The company money's ran out To longer hot properties Get back in their closets A mess of my age A mess of my race Fill the rest in yourself |
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| 4:12 |
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| 1:45 |
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| 1:50 |
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| 10. |
| 3:00 |
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I used to believe everything I read (x3)
But that's all changed and now I'm stepping out That's all changed and now I'm Stepping out (x3) I used to stay in the house and never go out But now I'm stepping out, stepping out I used to stay in the house and never go out But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out I used to stay on my feet all 24 hours But now I'm stepping out, stepping out The light'd be on 24 hours But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out So people get ready, strip down your houses Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out So people get ready, strip down your houses Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out I used to believe everything I read (x3) But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out That's all changed cause now I'm stepping out (x3) Stepping out (x4) |
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| 5:40 |
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Everybody likes me
They think I'm crazy Pull my string and I do my thing. Two Steps Back I don't need the acid factories I've got mushrooms in the fields Julian* said "How was the gear?" They don't sell things to you over there A cigarette goes out when you put it down. Two Steps Back Had a look at the free festivals They're like cinemas with no films You could make a fire with the seats You could boil up some cigar (cig-ah!) dimps Or get into the sound Wait for the ice cream to come around. Two Steps Back Two Doors Down I meet my old friends there They queue up for cash there They are part Irish They have no conscience They get threatened by the cracker factory. Two Steps Back Cracker Factory: A place where you get into the working routine again. Rehabs for no hopes Prefab for jobless dopes. |
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| 3:25 |
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And note of your own choice, boys and girls
Inadequate planters, methadone stubbies You got energy vampires More hands on the tranquillisers An unholy alliance And jokes about faith Give me another drink You're as strong as your weakest link A mess of My age A mess of my race A mess of our radio I remember the times This was a beginning Of a permissive new age But it's the same old cabbage A mess of my age A mess of our race A mess of our our our our (megaphone bit) I don't look at myself I have no health Take no notice of me I probably work for a record company A mess of our age A mess of my taste A mess of our nervous systems Cowering mockers The company money's ran out To longer hot properties Get back in their closets A mess of my age A mess of my race Fill the rest in yourself |
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| 3:47 |
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My boys take what I say
Do it the studio way New equipment all clean New gear Clothes mean I answer and take the calls No trouble with the law Turn it up for interviewers Oh yeah prime movers I wonder what is next year's thing? Crash smash crash ring They've got another side Pop heroes of the mind While you suckers queue or work Money for us and play it up We have never sold out Spent hours on a clever act Phoney advertising quotes that make you buy some raise your hopes That it's the new leather thing Crash smash crash ring The broken backs of the real bands A million closed minds Weep for the old glam Year of the average man The Worst died because of you Along with some others too Erasing off our rainbows We are men, we have big toes! It's the new leather thing Crash smash crash ring Houdini believed his tricks That is why he died Oh I'm not coming out There may be a film on tonight Or Eliot's Untouchables As for new hotels Look like science fiction films or revival gothic pigswill Watch the skies, what to think Crash smash crash ring (Bramah:) Rocket! / Rock it! It's the new leather thing Ba ba ba doo..... New leather thing Yow! |
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| 4:47 |
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(Replaces Mother-Sisterand Industrial Estate on the U.S. version of the LP)
Alright we're going to go back to 1940 No money And I live in Berlin I think I'll join up Become a camp guard No war for me An old Jew's face dripping red I hate the prisoners I hate the officers There's no fight I think I'll join, The red rose, Leave Belsen I'll go to Switzerland A human resistor Don't think, ask him Present : I don't like them said Ian in his black-out threats I think I'll drop out Become a no-man And live my rules But I'm the sort that gets out of the bath with a dirty face Everyone I meet's the same now No brains or thought A good case for the systems we like - we get Human race Various times Don't think, ask him Future: 1980 Black windows And smokey holes My head is full of lead And the beer is so weak Since they got rid of time around here Dr. Doom fresh from Salem And the witch trials The Lathe of Heaven Time mistaken Three places at once Human race Don't think, ask him Ask him Ask him |
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| 2:48 |
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| 5:31 |
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Get off the Ind. Est.
Get off the Ind. Est. Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Well you started here to earn your pay Clean neck and ears on your first day Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate And the crap in the air will fuck up your face Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Boss can bloody take most of your wage And if you get a bit of depression Ask the doctor for some valium Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate |
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| 18. |
| 2:28 |
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Spitting on the streets
Numb heads and feet Nowhere to go Won't let us in the shows 'Cos we talk about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking 'bout love And the Psycho-Mafia No soul in the discos No rock in the clubs Won't let us in the pubs And the city joys Going on about love And the Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love And the Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia Psycho-Mafia 'cho Mafia 'cho Mafia Spitting on the streets Shot heads and teeth Our eyes are red Our brains are dead Going on about drugs Psycho-Mafia I'm talking about love Psycho-Mafia |
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| 19. |
| 9:06 |
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Oh aye you're a good lad
Here is a pound note The stupid bitch They were made for each other You should have met his brother His mother was deaf and dumb Well that stupid get Played games with names Of the place he'd worked Of the women he tupped He thought he were envy of the music scene Part of the choosy scene Envy of the music scene Here comes long hair for the fair No pay just take on the way Those bastards stripped me bare In front of all those people Spat peanuts in my hair And all the leaves are brown And be part of the music scene Envy of the choosy scene Part of the music scene And aye you're a good lad Oh here is a new flat That stupid twat Made for each other You should have met his brothers Real (fuckers) That stupid kid Played games with names All the gigs he'd worked And the women he'd fucked He was part of the music scene Envy of the choosy set Part of the music scene Leave a mark on the city I'll smash your doors down Become a demolition worker A metal construction worker And behind our conscious minds Our affections are turning grey Yeah, we're part of the music scene Envy of the choosy scene Part of the music scene Part of the music scene Part of the choosy scene 6 minutes! 6:40! OK, studio, that's plenty |
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| 20. |
| 3:32 |
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Er, what's this thing about?
Er, nothing. (...) no recipes It was like a see-saw No It was like an up and down Bye bye Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? (...) It's all a diminished return Now Floorboard Creaks Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you push your head in? Ash tray Our Friends And the fathers are underground Your mouth is sold out Mother, Sister Mother, Sister Why did you put your head in? Pile on |
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