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 And it’s
a sad sad old thing Yet the quiet nothings Now no courtesan And through the weaves and coloured beads A tear runs down his cheek Yet who will buy his things Now no courtesan and through the weaves
and coloured beads  Rainham Calling And when you woke to find Yeah there is always the car park And you escaped the Howard You
say Rainham’s drowning You left your home for London And those that never left with you And the prodigal come So back to the womb And
you escaped the Howard You say Rainham’s
drowning Rainham calling Pearls to Swine Oh mighty warrior How does your garden grow? They fawn and swoon At all you do It’s not your fault So cheaply bought It’s sad to see The unimaginative Lazy eyes And lazy brains Discerning not Heads like trays They sliver up And sidle down Throw them some titbits And watch them squeal Pearls to swine Most of the time I know I’m biased Towards what’s mine But sycophants And sad pedants Will always lick arse And wank off tramps No not sour grapes Just blatant fact The ones you praise The ones you clap Are not the fault No not the cause Yes blinkered vision Causes crashing bores And
image makes With much
allure The weakest flame Appear quite bright Oh vain smug gits With
a vacuous air as verbose
shit They do declare Pearls to swine Most
of the time I know I’m
biased Towards what’s
mine But sycophants And sad pedants Will always lick arse And wank off tramps They blow
smoke up your arse They
smile and laugh like fools They
chit and chat chat chater But
never listen And when the god like figure point A new star rises to anoint It’s ok to look your senses free What up till now you were too dumb to see And watch the herd move across the creative grassland Like so many wildebeest they go Without an original thought between them The collective dimwits out on show  A Chatham Love Song He bought you a gold chain Young love will bloom Teenagers in love And with a smile as wide as the Medway The kiss so sweet he stole your heart You wanted a hero 100 texts a day And the sun hangs like a ball Now smug
told you so smiles And with a smile as wide as the Medway The kiss so sweet he stole your heart You wanted a hero A Chatham love And
there is no air of despair And your friends gather in the high street And the wind held its breath over the maritime hospital  Veranda Propaganda And the great unwashed outside Guard you hand and guard it well And the purpose
of this very pleasant scene Chin Chin my dear
the world is your oyster Oh Im not listening to a thing you
say… Veranda..Veranda propaganda And the
view is oh so stunning And the mighty obliquely hint And the purpose of this very pleasant scene Chin Chin my dear the world is your oyster Veranda..Veranda propaganda Ill scratch your back if you scratch mine  She is such a frail thing Moves after dark She was just passing Through green park Footsteps echo lightly Streetlight stark She seeks an existence Beyond green park Look
at me I’m lovely Look at me cos I can give Anything you need I am the one you must be with I can take you
to a place Where
for a while you can be free Be the sort of woman that Your old lady could never be I’m a lady
I’m a Baby I
am anything you want But please don’t waste my time Cos my time is money I’m an old
fashioned girl And
I’m a lucky fucking hit And you’ll know you been serviced Because I swallow before I spit! She is such a frail thing Moves after dark She was just passing Through green park Footsteps echo
lightly Streetlight
stark She
seeks an existence Beyond
green park Are you looking or are you buying Cos I haven’t got all day If you want me son Then you have gotta
fucking pay So don’t look at me with that So self-righteous face Cos I am just passing
through On
the way to some other place I’m collected I’m protected I’m doing the
business see Cos
I aint doing it for fun And I aint doing it for free I don’t need
to be respected I
don’t need no sympathy Just wanna earn a pile of dosh And a house in the country She is such a frail
thing Moves
after dark She
was just passing Through
green park Footsteps echo lightly Streetlight stark She seeks an existence Beyond green park |
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You can get some
jellied eels You can get some
one arm thrills Where the skyline
meets the sea Concrete grey surrounding
me From a boy I walked
this place Ice cream lips
and a chip fat face Saveloys and plastic
tat Give me 10’s
and give me 2’s One things for
sure I’m gonna lose Shut your mind
and shut your gate I’m not coming
home till late And it can wait
till Monday Cos leysdown Sunday
is in my eyes Well you can Seahorse
ride yeah And watch the tide
until the sun goes down See all the vans
line up and the chalet huts That have stood
for years A seafood stall
and a nostalgic fool Holds back the
tears Now a man I long
to be Far a way sometimes
from where Where you’d
never dream id be This place is still
a part of me Stale fat smell
is overpowering 2 fat ladies 88 Candy Floss and
her fat mate Give me 10’s
and give me 2’s One things for
sure im gonna lose Shut your mind
and shut your gate I’m not coming
home till late And it can wait
till Monday Cos Leysdown Sunday
is in my eyes Well you can Seahorse
ride yeah And watch the tide
until the sun goes down See all the vans
line up and the chalet huts That have stood
for years A seafood stall
and a nostalgic fool Holds back the
tears To some this is
hell The grime and the
smell The tacky bright
noise Tattooed girls
and tattooed boys I can almost touch
the past Walking down the
main drag I lost my shoe
in the mud My mum dragging
me free Walking down the
promenade Chips in paper The smell of this
place Brings a smile
to my face It can never decay It can never fade
away Cos it was never
that much anyway Just A place where
a poor city boy could play Memories that feeling
that you Déjà vue is screaming
at you Its escape and
I become one With the faceless
mass I come from Forget hate and
forget tension Immerse your self
in this dimension Where the stress
and daily grind is All forgotten left
behind Little Never want to ever
turn the page Hear it here -----------------------------------
The New
Wave II Eating bread and
butter for my tea Singing songs of
autumn while you’re sitting there with me Johnny’s
down the Medway and Karen’s on the seine Longing for forgiveness
so she can venture back again Kevin’s trying
to re adjust his life Never been the
same since the consumption took his wife Jane is always
dreaming of a better place to be But never goes
outside these days because she can’t be free And it’s
a wise old time that were having A wise old time
now for me And it’s
a wise old time for the new wave For those who want
to live artistically For those who want
to live artistically Turner was a painter
of the river Waterhouse a painter
of the lake Altogether left
to a conclusion Sincerity can sometimes
hide a fake Etching out subsistence
like existence Picking up the
crumbs from off the floor Suffering for everything
you wanted Only to question
what you want it for And it’s
a wise old time that were having A wise old time
now for me And it’s
a wise old time for the new wave For those who want
to live artistically For those who want
to live artistically Gregors painting
shadows for a while Although the genre
seems so fitting he can only force a smile Looking to expand
he keeps his safe horizons close Surviving on a
diet, of only tea and toast The light that
trickles in now from pane Forms a visual
puddle that illuminate the brain Encapsulate the
moment, so fleeting yet so stark Your easel and
your brushes capture every little spark And it’s
a wise old time that were having A wise old time
now for me And it’s
a wise old time for the new wave For those who want
to live artistically Now Billy’s
trying to rile the Medway poets While others sit
and watch TV at home Nothings ever gonna
change the system When apathy can
isolate alone And art is like
a piece of string extended How far it goes
depends on many things And if you want
to quantify and measure Then you’ll
soon see all the trouble that that brings And it’s
a wise old time that were having A wise old time
now for me And it’s
a wise old time for the new wave For those who want
to live artistically For those who want
to live artistically Down on the Medway Its a fun day No one can catch
me No one can match
me
You bought him
a gold chain He wore it round
his Gregory You walked hand
in hand Up and down Peckham
High Street 6 months later He sat in the Wimpey Just waiting for
you to pass So he could confront
you He gave you a baby But you didn’t
tell him You decided its
fate On some cold bleak
estate You told your friends
lies And they all believed
you And the poor boy
took abuse Head stuck in a
noose In 1973 you had
so much Sex That the bed was
soon broken Your lingerie torn A woman was born Yet the jealousy
filled him And turned into
anger The thoughts turned
to blows No highs only lows The relief was
immense But the loss quite
intense The boy sat there
brooding Just looking for
closure And then in a moment By strange premonition You passed by the
Wimpy And he got his
conclusion In 1973 it was
mean, it was me In 1973 Man it was mean,
Man it was mean In 1973 Looking for a way
to make you pay Looking for the
right words to say Now Im driving
reckless and I’m blind Restless and without
my peace of mind In 1973 it was
mean, it was me In 1973 Man it was mean,
Man it was mean In 1973... -----------------------------------
Trailer
Park Riot Settle for nothing Settle for nothing This trailer park
life Stuck in a vacuum No one is moving And no one is staying Everyone is just
passing But no one is leaving Bully for you No one knows your
name They all call you
butch But hey who gives
a shit The peace will
be shattered And everyone know The time for forgiveness Has long since
passed Trailer park riot Send in the army The whole place
is bleeding So sound the alarm The kids are screaming And the dogs are
barking They are torching
the pitches And crucifying
the bitches Now look at me Sergeant she says I am a little worse
for wear I am really half
dead He punch and he
kick And she drink and
she drink The kids are like
vermin And the whole trailer
stink Listen now sergeant She cant say the
words And the light in
her eyes Has almost gone
out Yet the bullets
fly past In the heat of
the night Ricochet past your
head Now the dream is
long dead Trailer park riot Send in the army The whole place
is bleeding So sound the alarm The kids are screaming And the dogs are
barking They are torching
the pitches And crucifying
the bitches Trailer park riot Send in the army The whole place
is bleeding You’re all
fucking barmy The kids are screaming And the dogs are
barking They are torching
the pitches And crucifying
the bitches No more torment
she’s gone down Cos she’s
swimming in the river where her child did drown No more torment
she’s gone down Cos she’s
trying to turn it round but she can only put herself under the ground Where the dirt
and all the dust will cut her dead and hide her from the frightening sound And the river form
a barrier that will take her down to where her daughter drowned And the river form
a barrier that will take her down to where her daughter can be found
The Enemy
Within Little old man
lost Toddling about Looking for the
high street Looking for the
old street Its 1949 Inside your addled
head You look but you
don’t see Most of your friends
are dead Cracked skin reptilian Peering out of
your shell Enforced by mortise
locks What is that pissy
smell? So fuck you chas
and Dave This aint no nostalgia
kick It’s not
a Mike Leigh film It’s not
a Ealing Flick This life he gave
to you And in the war
he slew The enemy inside Was the only one
he knew The exodus still
churn A now uncertain
fate Awaits you my old
chum Upon the cold estate The wind blows
chill and cold Forsaken and abused Where have your
children gone Disposable and
used Now mango and the
yam Confuse your beetled
brow You want to shout
and scream But you’ve
forgotten how So fuck you Chas
and Dave This aint no nostalgia
kick It’s not
a Mike Leigh film It’s not
a Ealing Flick This life he gave
to you And in the war
he slew The enemy inside Was the only one
he knew And you are so
alone Your weak and brittle
bones The futures written
tomes Etched in your
weak white bones Etched in your
bleached white bones And time will be
the teacher who relate How from the ashes
you rose to seal your own fate They owe you nothing They owe you nothing Hear it here
Stockwell
Jim So David Bailey No time to go to
Hoxton You gotta spurn
the new breed You gotta blaze
a new trail Stockwell Jim You are a living
legend Vauxhall has been Like an open prison Stockwell
Jim Chelsea,
It was a
king’s road thing 1970 Stockwell
Jim Looks like
you’re speeding up now Irresistible
as sin In your sheepskin Charlie will see
you all right son No time to clean
the carpet No time to wipe
the walls down He was an easy
target Let’s forget
about the pain And concentrate
on the future Oh Let the bastard
bleed This is the price
of culture! Chorus There is not a
trace on your smug boat race Of guilt that I
can see Like a chameleon
you blend right in Never getting old
always pencil thin Take the pills
my son you are born again Cos those in the
know won’t forget your name You’re a
godlike child and they can see your light You’re like
a breath of fresh air on a muggy night Stockwell Jim Give us another
one Stockwell Jim Guilty as sin Stockwell Jim Give us another
one Stockwell Jim Yer Guilty as sin Stockwell Jim Chelsea,
C’mon Chelsea,
Stockwell Jim Chelsea,
It was a King’s
rd thing yeah 1970 Stockwell Jim Chelsea,
It was a King’s
rd thing yeah 1970 Stockwell Jim Chelsea,
It was a King’s
rd thing yeah 1970! Irresistible as
sin… In yer sheepskin Hear it here -----------------------------------
Fighting
Man From There’s a
vacancy for a man who kills If you’re
out of luck and you’re out of work We can send
you down to If you’re
looking for something more from life And you cannot
see any way to be With a fresh tattoo
on each arm my son You changed your
name to carry a gun Bad luck followed
you and you lost your mum Working on the
roads your dad was soon gone A new centaury
dawned and at just 17 In 99 you took
the shilling from the queen You’re a
Fighting man my old mate You would have
never felt the fear of the cold estate With one arm you
would defend Against anyone
who would dare offend You’re a
Fighting man my old mate and you would never
feel the fear of the cold estate With one arm you
would defend Against anyone
who you wouldn’t call a friend From Old Mafeking
back to the wide Medway And in 14 you would
be sent off again Until they blew
you up scarred your body and your brain Old soldiers never
die they just fade Wear their medals
proudly at the street parade You were too old
for, World War 2 But you would have
gone for them if they asked you to The reality of
this army life Over 20 years sharing
in the strife Must have made
you angry must have made you sad And in reality
just a little mad You’re a
Fighting man my old mate You would have
never felt the fear of the cold estate With one arm you
would defend Against anyone
who would dare offend You’re a
Fighting man my old mate And you would never
feel the fear of the cold estate With one arm you
would defend Against anyone
who you wouldn’t call a friend Maybe I am a bit
like you Maybe the stories
are all true You are a man I
never knew Like a detective
I just pushed on through Revealing the truth
that no one knew 100 years just
passing through I have walked just
a few paces behind you The road you made
was as black as the pitch Now I find myself
thinking of you And how life could
have been Now I’m in
your shadow and a cold chill Filled every new
fact I did reveal Jimmy Gunner, Little
Jimmy Gunner Eyes of steel,
heart of a lion. Billy Reeves, Private
Billy Reeves I think I know
the truth, yeah now I know the truth ----------------------------------- Mr Clueless Outside the railway
station Stands Mr Clueless
from Rainham He’s representing
this nation Without any complication He stands so straight
and stiff Fore head so steep
it looks like a cliff And his eyes they
say it all He is just waiting
for the call that never came And every single
day just seems the same Cos if you never
look outside then you aint gonna be Anything but the
bare necessity Local hero you
must be mad Just someone’s
father yeah someone’s dad He once had an
adventure in 63 But it turned out
bad so he didn’t go again Just passing by
yeah passing through He doesn’t
even notice you He’s inconspicuous
on your street Treading on such
light step feet Outside the railway
station Stands Mr Clueless
from Rainham He’s representing
this nation Without any complication He stands so straight
and stiff Fore head so steep
it looks like a cliff And his eyes they
say it all He is just waiting
for the train that never came And every single
day just seems the same Cos if you never
look outside then you aint gonna be Anything but the
bare necessity The company that
owns his arse Requires of him
that he be calm Sound of mind and
body too A valued member
of the team But deep inside
I wonder if He got well drunk
or smoked a spliff He may have a secret
he may surprise But all I see is
cold dead eyes Thank god for people
just like him Who never take
a chance and sin He sits up there
on a pedestal But some of us
we need to fall Outside the railway
station Stands Mr Clueless
from Rainham He aint at his
final location And who can fucking
blame him The clock is ticking
by And you don’t
even see it The day will come
to die And you won’t
even feel it when it come The constant stream
of life that leave you numb The business of
the day is never done You’ll take
it to the grave My clueless chum Outside the railway
station Stands Mr Clueless
from Rainham He’s representing
this nation Without any complication He stands so straight
and stiff Fore head so steep
it looks like a cliff And his eyes they
say it all He is just waiting
for the call that never came And every single
day just seems the same Cos if you never
look outside then you aint gonna be Anything but the
bare necessity Outside the railway
station Stands Mr Clueless
from Rainham He’s representing
this nation Without any complication He stands so straight
and stiff Fore head so steep
it looks like a cliff And his eyes they
say it all He is just waiting
for the train that never came Hear it here ----------------------------------- Living
My Death Series End Blank sheet of
paper Surely that’s
not right Star for so long
now Where is the light Burnt to a cinder
Cut to the quick Where’s the
surrender What’s the
agenda? Oh my dears This cannot be Why have the cast All started to
ignore me The public will
not Stand for this They’ll be
an outcry This man cannot
die Living my death
series end The lights have
gone out And I haven’t
a shilling The fresh faced
fools Have a penchant
for killing They are so stupid And I am unwilling To go all graceful And get second
billing Yes I am worthy Look at my face Such lines Such character Such a bloody waste For 25 years now I have sat in this
place Grinning like an
idiot See the make ups
trace Living my death
series end I will work without
pay I will do anything
you say Mr Producer can
I stay I won’t get
in the way Hear it here -----------------------------------
Heat! All over this town
tonight the heat it is rising Filling the air
with no oxygen chocking All over this town
the dogs are all barking And if I had a
gun I would fucking kill them And you said to
me just try and ignore them But the heat is
so sticky and it saps the will To get out of this
pit and into the darkness To take hold of
a stranger and indulge in politeness To spell out what
you need in moments quietness To lick at the
tongue with no trace of shyness To reach right
inside and deliver the dirt Rip the armour
away and expose all the hurt And the dealers
are dealing and the hookers are hooking And the fathers
are drinking while the mothers are cooking And the 1035 draws
up 5 minutes late And it saved you
time but it sealed your fate In the heart of
the city yeah no one is moving Fat women are still
and some old were sat dying A & E was as
calm as a funeral parlour While the thugs
in the west end were looking for a victim And the picket
fence white and the parched earth outside the shadow of the
old oak tree where your brother nearly died And the shed in
the corner all bare boards and grey Is a silent witness
to what happened today With a cat like
charisma with a near deathly creep That can alarm
even the waking let alone those who sleep This hot night
sheds pity this hot night sheds fear As the last seconds
of the victim soon disappear And the sirens
get louder and I open my eyes Drenched in the
sweat of my body and the blood of your lies The dogs howl in
unison at the pale full moon That hangs like
a like a beacon a big white balloon And the sickness
is with me as my head heavy explode Feel the breath
of a stranger while the burden unload And the night goes
on forever like some distressing bad dream And just for a
moment, I can still hear you scream... Hear it hear -----------------------------------
Miss Jones Oh Miss middle class
personified on screen Sophistication
is your middle name Playing that oh
so clichéd little game And with a twinkle
in your eye you fix him good Miss Jones you
are on fire tonight my dear With a passion
that will sweep across the room So sentimental
holding back the tear If I may be so
bold and call you Ruth Beneath the cold
exterior lies the proof A more mature visage
can be quite sweet A gallant knight
will sweep you of your feet The décor just
reflects your pallid face The frumpy clothes
that hide your true demeanour You ham it up for
all that it is worth Always live in
hope of better things And why the oh
so coy Blushes for the
boy Rupert you’re
a very lucky man And while she dances
like a nymph You work your charm
in synch Eyes closed while
you hang upon her every sigh Now listen Ruth
he’s in a little jam He’s tried
to tell you every way he can In his twitching
and so very flinching way He lusts after
your person every day Let them all mock
you my dear but me I can see the you
that they don’t see The much misunderstood
over dramatic pose That emphasize
your ample but perfect nose Not the stuff of
teenage fantasy But you always
looked to be fair game to me Not a pin up girl
but maybe to some You could pass
as someone’s naughty mum Now I always left
it there upon the screen Another awkward
embarrassing love scene The damp is rising
up between the walls That anxious moment
before the curtain falls And why the oh
so coy Blushes for the
boy Rupert you’re
a very lucky man And while she dances
like a nymph You work your charm
in synch Eyes closed while
you hang upon her every sigh I wouldn’t
call it lust just a morbid fascination for a moment mentally,
to imagine your emancipation Yet there’s
a place I never want to go Save that for a
very different show In a private hideaway,
you can have her for a day and what do you
know? What do you know? Did she let it
go?... Hear it here -----------------------------------
Riot in
Toytown Therese
a riot in toytown And the
kids are not pleased This havens
diseased And the
peace is in tatters There’s
a dark force afoot Down by
the dolls house And all
is not right And something’s
gone bad Yet the
fleeting kiss Is now a
fist And the
tension it grow and grow Its time
to cut your loss and count the cost Its nearly
time to go Toytowns
gone bad and its very sad There’s
a riot in toytown Teddy’s
got the blues And gonk
is a smack head And action
mans bruised There’s
a riot in toytown And the
chintz curtains are stained There’s
blood on the carpet Only evil
remains Yet the
fleeting kiss Is now a
fist And the
tension it grow and grow Its time
to cut your loss and count the cost Its nearly
time to go Toytowns
gone bad and its very sad There’s
bruises on the inside No love
for you inside The worm
has eaten your soul Body out
of control When jealousy
greed Just give
way to the need to stop and
let it go There will
be fire tonight The dolls
house will burn There is
a riot in toytown (And I know
who started it) This wound
cannot be healed This wound
cannot be healed This wound
can never be healed This wound
can never be healed They’ll
be blood on the carpet They’ll
be blood on the carpet tonight ----------------------------------- The King
of Peckham Strong hands,
Strong heart In a storm
you need guts When the
going gets tough The tough
win through Yeah you
knew you could see That the
weakness shone through When the
eyes went head to head We know
who won Now talk
it is cheap But keep
your guard up Because
there’s always some kid Who will
try to beat you down For a Long
time long odds Wouldn’t
bet against you But the
form that you show Will always
make you the favourite And if they
get a visit If a man
should call If you want
to argue Then you
are a fool And they
found a card down by Down by
the killing tool And on the
card it just said You met
the king of Peckham You met
the king of Peckham Time to
start, time to go Amateur
bare knuckle and soon to be pro Managing
your manor Minding
the shop And fools
rush in Where angels
fear to tread And the
geeza within Cracks open
the head And time
passes by And the
years will hide The hate
of the cozza And the
years inside Yes law
is law And you
enforce The protector
of those Who value
their life And if they
get a visit If a man
should call If you want
to argue Then you
are a fool And they
found a card down by Down by
the killing tool And on the
card it just said You met
the king of Peckham You met
the king of Peckham -----------------------------------
The Battle
of the Old Kent Rd Do your time and do it straight The air
outside is cold Your futures
in the hands of fate The battle
of the old Baby Jesus
loves us all It takes
a man to take a fall Narcissistic
tendencies Made a guilty
man of me Quiet moments
when I slide Gentle moments
when I hide The bruises
that are deep within Cause a
confused man to sin Do your
time and do it straight The air
outside is cold Your futures
in the hands of fate The battle
of the old The Lamb
of God is innocent Nailed upon
a cross to die The clash
that was to seal your fate Never ceased
despite debate Inner strength
will overtake Cleans the
body and the soul In a land
full up with hate Vengeance
will the hunger sate Do your
time and do it straight The air
outside is cold Your
futures in the hands of fate The battle
of the old Do your
time and do it straight The air
outside is cold Your
futures in the hands of hate The battle
of the old Its your
time and I’ll tell you straight The air
outside is cold Brought
up on the cold estate The battle
of the old Guns are
only made to shoot Towns are
only there to loot You are
born and then you die The time
has come to settle up -----------------------------------
Little Billy’s
boasting that he could have had a hat trick Sipping Vivian can count
to 10 and then we all will say What a jolly love-ley
even-ing we all had yesterday And the doorman
is in shock because he looked down Doreen’s frock And he caught a
subtle glimpse of her strap on cock And all of this
is happening as It costs you nothing
for a look old son but more to bang a gong And all the ladies
of old bond street have moved to And a lovely bit
of business can always be done around there If you looking
for a party if you’re looking for a scene Take the next door
on the left son and ask for Miss Irene And there’s
parties chinking glasses as the whole town catch alight You can be out
there being sexy or down there having a fight Mines a mild and
his a bitter as the old gents twist their tash And the beer drips
oh so slowly from their gawping open gash And the industry
is booming and the cash is piling high And the ladies
are always welcome and the fellahs blink their eye It’s the
permissive society where everyone’s up town And the coppers
will turn a blind eye while she gets her knickers down Its 1230 at the
windmill and the punters are all out They are looking
for Paul Raymond but he aint always about They are paying
for it big time they are paying through the nose It’s the
way to go these days son what’s Maltese for 2 more goes And the hoods turn
up their collars though its nice and warm inside And the junky with
the cut throats is staring out through narrowed eyes It’s a hard
place when you fal foul of the monkey suited men Who will kick you
down to And the industry
is booming and the cash is piling high And the ladies
are always welcome and the fellahs blink their eye It’s the
permissive society where everyone’s up town And the coppers
will turn a blind eye while she gets her knickers down And choppers cutting
hedgerows and bobby scoring And the king’s
road have a go go from their heads down to their toe toes And the whole worlds
gone barmy and the west end flash and glow And if you want
it large son then you know where you gotta go… So if your listening
man sing this song… So if your listening
sing this song.. My old man said
follow the van etc etc… Here it here If you wonder why these stories Are all a little grim Well this part of life is more
fascinating Than the birds and the sun and
the breeze and the trees Give me a good old nervous breakdown A man on his knees Yeah I know its all very nice And little girls are made of
sugar and spice But I like the ones that are
made of something more bitter Whose thoughts aint so pure
and thighs a little fitter Take me down To a place Where I can share In your disgrace Where the fool Is always found out And the debris of life Lay all about Yeah take me down To the heart Of where the devils Own street will start I can guess Yeah I can tell That will be the street On which I already dwell Opposites attract Misfits just
react No one ever worried about a
little thing like tact The harder you look the more
you will find Those people who have a feeble
mind Those people who just cannot
say no Those people who will suck when
they know they should blow To pretend that girls are all
made of sugar and spice But the truth is they can be
made of coal Sell their own to control
your soul Take me down To a place Where I can share In your disgrace Where the fool Is always found out And the debris of life Lay all about Yeah take me down To the heart Of where the devils Own street will start I can guess Yeah I can tell That will be the street On which I already dwell Hear it here -----------------------------------  The Cabin Boy Blow
hard on these mothers sons who have sinned Who toil hard and reap what they sow The harvest that can so deadly flow And if I was born on the land The salt in my lungs would expand And if I look out to the sea I see your fair face staring back
at me Only the strong dare survive Under the weight of your half broken skies Where the waves wash and toss you about Where the spirits of the deep hear you shout Listen to the howling wind That breaks oer decks that heave with your sweat Like a bird with a broken wing Praying for peace as the siren sing I sacrifice my soul While the cold vast expanse opens
up below Your whirlpools
that suck and destroy Shaking
the body of this poor cabin boy Now the mist and the kelp will obscure The dread and the strangest allure On a peaceful day the shimmer reflect the hard earned and heartfelt respect Of this cabin boy This
poor cabin boy… This
cabin boy This poor cabin
boy  Sticklebacks But
The boys and girls were all ok Collecting sticklebacks You
lived next door an older girl Our secret hidden from the world Collecting sticklebacks Hear it here That’s him in the kitchen And
there are bleaker places One stab to the heart To see
the fear in your eyes Now I’m in the hallway You have got my number With
heavy hands you do not think Good and proper your done  The Scene Taking coke and nicotine And the young boys were always nice and clean Taking Meth amphetamine And the youth has pushed it to the edge Looking down from the dodgy precipice The are so stoned
they seldom kiss They
punch but very often miss And society just shrugs and grins And say that kids
are kids my dears The
nation mourns of their demise And wipes a teardrop from its eyes And the rocking
chair upon the porch Show the old what most men thought It was enough to hear them say I fought to live another day And the hip kids living on the scene Drinking beer and acting mean Little kid just turned 16 Shoving down the ketamine And he has never learnt a trade But at 13 he soon got laid Acting like a grown up man Well he couldn’t even shave (Man) And society just shuffle feet Roll their eyes and beat their head As another gunshot ring out loud And another son is
lying dead And the rocking chair upon the porch Show the old what most men thought It was enough to hear
them say I
fought to live another day And the rocking chair upon the porch Remind us of what
we forgot A
man that hasn’t got no pride Will always need a place to hide  The tightest of skins Worship is
ok The devil in you Show me the cutter Show me the faces The devil may care The heat is upon you Now
the media howl Show me the cutter Show me the faces Show me the cutter Show me the faces ----------------------------------- Lets all pray Monkey boy Yes I
know And maybe I’m thick Academia -----------------------------------  Refinded Definition (For Paddy...Have a nice day) You know what it means I saw your face They told me that this Down
by the meat rack The tough little nut Yeah Checking your head You and your clan used Its funny
how sometimes Alone and half naked Chorus x 2 And
I knew your little secret Ready or not…Here I come You are shocked by my bravado Your mask is slipping Whose
the daddy now Whose the daddy
now Yeah whose the daddy  Entertaining
Mr Jones... He knows just what the punters want Entertaining
Mr Jones There’s pleasure and there’s business too Do not be fooled by this mans charm Chorus Welcome to the show Welcome to the show (So
I say) Welcome to the show Welcome to the show Mr Jones  Wet Dreams I
guess time has showed you a way Ive seen you on the screen Living
in a wet dream… One day you may be old and fat Who really gives a fuck these days? Chorus You learnt not to give it away What goes round comes round Nothings for nothing What is your pleasure Catch her if you can! What goes round comes round Nothings for nothing Hear it here  Vicky's Refrain And upon reflection she And she has never been the same since the crisp packet racket Has life now really come to this And
Vicky just grinned and put the stars back in the sky  Eating Bhuna For Brocklesham The sun shines out your arse Eating
Bhuna for Brocklesham The nice lawned tree lined rows I
cannot fault your heart Eating Bhuna for Brocklesham Now you only see
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