1. |
Shit Gibbon
03:22
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Humpty Trumpty’s sat on his wall
Dreaming about ending us all
He’s possibly got more than one ball
But that’s probably fake news
Like the bunker scene in Downfall
His hands are quite unnaturally small
He doesn’t like the Muslims at all
And he's not that keen on Jews
Heil Donald Duck
You vile orange fuck
You’re a fascist loofa faced
Shit gibbon
Water boarding isn’t severe
He don’t want Syrians coming here
His VP thinks you’re sick if you’re queer
But that just might be alt fact
A semi fan of Saddam Hussein
He thinks he’s got a ‘very good brain’
And even though he’s clearly insane
He’s the one the rednecks backed
Heil Donald Duck
You vile orange fuck
You’re a fascist loofa faced
Shit gibbon
Heil Donald Duck
You vile orange fuck
You’re a fascist loofa faced
Shit gibbon
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
Shit gibbon
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
Shit gibbon
Trumpty's got a big golden tower
The bathroom's got a big golden shower
He pays his chamber maids by the hour
And that's just to dry the bed
He’ll make America proud again
He’ll make America safe again
He’ll make America hate again
He’s got a squirrel on his head
Heil Donald Duck
You vile orange fuck
You’re a fascist loofa faced
Shit gibbon
Heil Donald Duck
You vile orange fuck
You’re a fascist loofa faced
Shit gibbon
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
Shit gibbon
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
(Grab em by the pussy)
Shit gibbon
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2. |
M.I.F.D.
03:48
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So this looks like it's happening again
The history of trying to find a friend
I constantly read reputations wrong
And watch it fall apart before too long
Cornered in my expectation
Nobody can do the things I do
I employ imagination
I can make a nobody of you
So this looks like it's over from the start
The diagnosis shows an open heart
There's nothing there to stop you coming through
But that's the very last thing that you'd do
I know it's not a revelation
Opened up for everyone to see
I always wind up in frustration
Someone made a nobody of me
My imaginary falling down
I'm losing all the things I thought I'd found
Listen very close you'll hear the sound
Of nobody
So this looks like it's happening again
Exiled five miles closer to the end
Stuck inside my super slo mo ride
With people flying by on the outside
I don't need no explanation
Nobody explained it really well
And I'm not looking for salvation
I just want to step out of this cell
My imaginary falling down
I'm losing all the things I thought I'd found
Listen very close you'll hear the sound
Of nobody
My imaginary falling down
I'm losing all the things I thought I'd found
Listen very close you'll hear the sound
Of nobody
Nobody
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3. |
7 Times
03:28
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There's a black one
there's a grey one
And 50 shades of blue
All hiding under the Metro
In shiny Oxford shoes
Greyhound track trap faces
Cos they've got work to do
I don't fancy Napoleon's chances in the charge at Waterloo
I don't fancy Napoleon's chances but I just might fancy you
Cos I fall in love
7 times a day
With girls in leather jackets
And slightly scruffy hair
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
I might not be a rich man
Might not wear a suit
But I got a leather jacket
And a pair of trader boots
I got a Cabronita and an '87 Strat
They're what I use to fuck with you
And there's nothing you can do about that
Yeah they're what I use to fuck with you
And there's nothing you can do about that
And I fall in love
7 times a day
With girls in leather jackets
And slightly scruffy hair
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
You might be pushing buttons
For the money moving men
You might be selling buildings
To the riyal and the yuan
Or making sure they make things
That no one needs to buy
But I choose not to live with you
And here's the reason why
But I choose not to live with you
And here's the reason why
Cos I fall in love
7 times a day
With girls in leather jackets
And slightly scruffy hair
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
Yeah I fall in love
7 times a day
With girls in leather jackets
And slightly scruffy hair
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
Reading battered European novels
On the underground train
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4. |
Darwenism
03:40
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I come from down in the valley
From I was six til I was sweet sixteen
When your back's against the wall
If they bring you up at all
You can bet your life they bring you up mean
We didn't have no airs and graces
We didn't have no colour TV's
We had bottles and stones
And we broke our own bones
Chucking rocks and sticks and climbing up trees
And the world didn't touch us at all
Still waiting for our heads to get small
We're a taxanomic magic 8 ball
That's Darwenism
We had Smez and Smyth on Panorama
Preaching monoculturality
They had Crombie overcoats
And Dr Marten's boots
And a whiff of criminality
We'd be playing footie on the top field
And we see them getting of the bus
And they didn't mind at all
If they didn't have the ball
Cos it meant that they could kick one of us
And the world didn't touch us at all
Still waiting for our heads to get small
We're a taxanomic magic 8 ball
That's Darwenism
Crummy's dad he sold the papers
But the shop on the way to school
Sold single number 10's
You'd get 2 for 4 pence
And we'd smoke them up the backs to look cool
Starting Friday night at Peepers
Then down The Vulcan for a pint or two
We were barely 15
But you could fill up the world
With all the things the we thought we knew
And the names and the faces have changed
But I've watched our children doing the same
And none of us are taking the blame
For Darwenism
We don't care what you think that you've heard
About it ain't the smartest place in the world
We won't let you say a bad word
About Darwenism
And the world didn't touch us at all
Still waiting for our heads to get small
We're a taxanomic magic 8 ball
That's Darwenism
Oh what mattered to you it never mattered to me
Oh what mattered to you it never mattered to me
Oh what mattered to you it never mattered to me
Oh what mattered to you it never mattered
it never mattered
it never mattered to me
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5. |
Glitterball
04:01
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You got a spring bishop looking at me
You bear scraped my history
You’ve been voting in the underpass
But I can feel you
You glitterballed my second life
Sang a birdsong to my wife
Soda water crime in a glass
But I can see too
You’ve got eyes in my London shoes
You’re giving me the Bombay blues
You’ve got the script for the evening news
And your hands down my brand new trews
Concrete donkey ringing in my ears
You give me airwolf you tube fears
You’re Sylvester to my Tweety Pie
I lie
To cheat you
And if you think you’ve seen it all
Here’s an uninvited wake up call
You just scored two out of five
I think we beat you
You got information to extreme
You’re the soul of the rolling meme
I can see you’re warming to your theme
But you can’t get inside a dream
We might not be what we seem
I’m probably not seventeen
I think you know what I mean
We might give you enough rope
The walk on bag’s full of dope
It’ll give you an excuse to grope
Maybe you and me could elope
I don’t live where you think I do
I’m not interested in kung fu
My favourite colour isn’t blue
Least I don’t think so
I don’t want to go Honolu lu
But my search history says that I do
I don’t have a dragonfly tattoo
But here’s the photo
You’ve got your eyes to the telescope
You’re the perfect antidote to hope
You’re even pissing off the pope
We might give you enough rope
The walk on bag’s full of dope
It’ll give you an excuse to grope
Maybe you and me could elope
But you can’t get inside a dream
We might not be what we seem
I’m probably not seventeen
I think you know what I mean
I think you know what I mean (rpt ad lib)
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6. |
My Charming Anxiety
03:26
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Head into the storm
My dead feet don't stop shaking,
Feelings slide underground
My broken head is aching now
The day takes hold of me
Can't take no more, I live distressed
A traffic jam, a bad, bad buzz
Anxiety, my broken head
I'm here but you can't see it
My charming anxiety
I'm here and you can feel it
My charming anxiety
It's all in my breath
Tamazepam and Tai Chi moves
I tried the remedies
The Valium the rotting juice
The Hare Krishna claps
I need a moment to relax
A traffic jam a bad, bad buzz
Anxiety, it's on my back
I'm here but you can't see it
My charming anxiety
I'm here and you can feel it
My charming anxiety
Head into the storm
My dead feet don't stop shaking,
Feelings slide underground
My broken head is aching now
I'm here but you can't see it
My charming anxiety
I'm here and you can feel it
My charming anxiety
I'm here but you can't see it
My charming anxiety
I'm here and you can feel it
My charming anxiety
My charming anxiety rpt
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7. |
Ain't Got Anything
02:54
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I ain't got anything
That you could want
I'll empty out my pockets
If that's what you want
Cos you know and I know
We're not the same
And you know and I know
You're playing your game
And I know and you know
It's driving me insane
And you know and I know
We'd do it all again
Cos everything I had
I gave it all to you
And now I ain't got nothing
Id that good enough for you
Cos you know and I know
We're not the same
And you know and I know
You're playing your game
And I know and you know
It's driving me insane
And you know and I know
We'd do it all again
I miss the friends that have gone
And is it time now for me to move on
I can't lose my way and go wrong
Cos without you it's hard to carry on
So now Neil's gone
And Geoff and Westy too
I'm standing up here
I'm doing this for you
Cos you know and I know
We're not the same
And you know and I know
You're playing your game
And I know and you know
It's driving me insane
And you know and I know
We'd do it all again
Cos you know and I know
We're not the same
And you know and I know
You're playing your game
And I know and you know
It's driving me insane
And you know and I know
We'd do it all again
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8. |
Mandatory Mandarin
02:39
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It's time to pop the weasel
Or put him in his cage
On the quantitive easel
Capital's golden age
In the new year of the dragon
The new dawn of the debt
Zombie corporations
A billion to one bet
The high growth market is a breeze
If you can bargain in Chinese
What we need are more of these
So send your children please
We're talking mandatory Mandarin
You say yang and I'll say yin
Wo men qu ba let's begin
Mandatory mandarin
Uncle Sam's a sicko
And the green backs gonna fall
Buddy spare a nickel
There ain't enough for us all
Tell a billion people
This is what they need
When they come and get it
Something's gotta bleed
The more who want the less who've got
We cheat and lie and scheme and plot
So keep on pissing in the pot
They're going to take the lot
We're talking mandatory Mandarin
You say yang and I'll say yin
Wo men qu ba let's begin
Mandatory mandarin
I only hope we're smarter
Than our own fucking phone
We've got a beating heart and
not just some ring tone
It says it's made in China
But baby aren't we all
From old North Carolina
To Berlin and Nepal
It's a new world order any day
8 and 32 okay
A universal takeaway
There's nothing you can say
in mandatory Mandarin
You say yang and I'll say yin
Wo men qu ba let's begin
Mandatory mandarin
We're talking mandatory Mandarin
You say yang and I'll say yin
Wo men qu ba let's begin
Mandatory mandarin
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9. |
Jenny Lane
02:41
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I'm in love with Jenny Lane
Even though she doesn't know me
I'm in love with Jenny Lane
It's a different kind of story
She can't even ignore me
Cos she hasn't met me yet
I know she'll never bore me
It's a foolish foolproof bet
I'm in love with Jenny Lane
And I know it could be worse
She's the girl I hoped would be
In this song's second verse
She hasn't got a hope in hell
Of ever being her
She's Chrissie, Tanya, Tina, Kim
She's all the girls that never were
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
And it's never been the same
Never been the same
Never been the same
Since I saw her
I'm in love with Jenny Lane
and her Fender bass guitar
Used to have one just like that
Til it got nicked from my car
Don't have a clue that I exist
Perhaps she never will
But that don't really matter
What matters is that still
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
Oh oh I'm in love with Jenny Lane
And it's never been the same
Never been the same
Never been the same
Since I saw her
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10. |
Soul Trader
03:52
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Your heart's in a hole made of black
Your mind says there's no turning back
Your hands start shaking
Your legs start breaking
You're going down
Did no one mention there's no redemption
In this part of town
You don't want to find a way out
You know what all this is about
You pimped your soul for a slice of heaven
They gave you hell
And no one mentioned the full life sentence
Won't serve you well
They sold you to the company store
Now you're not there anymore
Caught inside a prison shell
One strike or two on the lutine bell
Your heart's in a hole and it's black
You're sold and controlled and attacked
Your lips are split and your nose is broken
You're going down
Bobeche the whore on the killing floor
You're a corporate clown
They sold you to the company store
Now you're not there anymore
Caught inside a prison shell
One strike or two on the lutine bell
They sold you to the company store
Now you're not there anymore
Caught inside a prison shell
One strike or two on the lutine bell
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11. |
Mayor of Trumpton
01:59
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You got the houses and the cars and the haute couture
A bunch of gold diggers and a pedicure
You've hoovered more coke than a knackered Henry
You deserve this, is the message you send me
But you just got lucky like every other twat
Who's written three books bout how to do it like that
We're huffing and puffing and we'll blow your house down
Cos what goes around is now coming around.
You still think everybody's trying to live the dream
Your crap constructed bullshititsms make me want to scream
Let me make it simple here's a fucking pie
If you've already eaten it how can I ?
Sure we can all go out and try to make our own
Then there's nothing left to make them with you thought free zone
You're lounging on the cliff edge sawing at the ground
When there's nothing left to stand on we'll be coming around
You'll be sitting on your money when the world blows up
Drinking fizzy fiction from a diamond cup
Face's on fire for the final sup
You'll be sitting on your money and it won't mean a fuck
You're the poster boy for conspicuous consumption
You're the king of the castle you're the mayor of Trumpton
You're the M4 services, Cardiff West.
You got to dress your children in a bullet proof vest
You bought some freedom but you show your chains
In the zillion dollar sanctuary of human remains
Is your dream still a dream if people die for it?
Or is it now and was it then and will it always be shit?
You'll be sitting on your money when the world blows up
Drinking fizzy fiction from a diamond cup
Face's on fire for the final sup
You'll be sitting on your money and it won't mean a fuck
You'll be sitting on your money when the world blows up
Drinking fizzy fiction from a diamond cup
Face's on fire for the final sup
You'll be sitting on your money and it won't mean a fuck
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12. |
EDT
02:40
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Stand on the right if you like if you might
Near the edge of the step and run
Run for your life if you like if you might
And let go of the handrail son
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Or you might become part of the escalator death toll
Dance on the stairs if you like if you care
And glare at the rising throng
Stand in a pair two abreast, you're not there
And sing this ridiculous song
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Keep your body off the pile of the escalator death toll
Stand on the right if you like if you might
And echo the hopeless air
Err on the side if you like, you'd be right
And pretend that you paid the fare
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
And surprise at the size of the escalator death toll
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Roll your eyes at the lies of the escalator death toll
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Exercise extreme caution
Or you might become part of the escalator death toll
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The Benefit Cheats Kingston Upon Thames, UK
We're the Cheats, The Benefit Cheats.
Just punk rockers who didn't stop, no scratch that, won't stop, it's an act of
will.
Been around some blocks but this our first recording together. Recorded in no time straight into a big old desk it's raw, like we're playing next door.
Enjoy it, if you want. TBC x
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