I woke up
In a state
To find out
I've been touching up my mate
Ooh! What a crige
I can't believe it's true
Ooh! What a cringe
There's nothing I can do
Tried to run
And leave this place
Get away
Get somewhere and hide my face
I got up
To leave the scene
They all laughed
At the wet patch on my jeans
I threw up
Loads of beer
World is spinning
Laughter ringing in my ears
Woke up drunk
The next day
Check the mirror
" Pissed cunt " written on my face
Retford- Tight promoter
Liverpool- They can't afford us
Carlisle- There's no P.A.
Glasgow- To be arranged
Well take me down to the south of spain
Where the punters dance and it never rains
Take me back to the U.S.A.
Where they give you lots of free cocaine
Leeds- Was full of goths
Richmond- Full of toffs
Sheffield- Gordon and her mate
We all got flu and trap got laid
No way, Retford, Porterhouse
No way, Leeds, Adam and eves
No way, four cans of top brass
Five pounds for chips you must be fucking joking
Johnny clarke, up your arse
No way, I wanna hotel not a punk squat to sleep in
He plants the bulbs he sows the seed
He ruthlessly hunts down the weeds
He works until his poor hands bleed
To own a tractor is his dream
He's the gardener
As world recession takes a hold
His lordship makes some cuts at home
He's told to pack his bags and go
He falls dead in the winter snow
He's the gardener
Launch 'em now we don't care
Fly those nukies thru the air
Launch 'em now light up the sky
It's time for everyone to die
Get yourself a gun
And blow away some scum
I must protect my stash
So just keep off my patch
Fat politicians die
Too unfit to survive
The city's blown to bits
Investments don't mean shit
I never had a chance to finish my dream
The alarm bell rang it was eight-fifteen
I never saw the sun today
But I guess it still looks much the same
Reality calling
You hide behind your TV screen
Everyday's another dream
There's one thing you can't ignore
The world is knocking at your door
Reality calling
He was the man
The man who did nothing
He did nothing at all
Read a book about egypt saw a film about rome
Made a lot of plans then just stayed at home
He wished for the summer looked out the window
Watching the world go by through the rain and the snow
Yes here he comes he's out of his head
He's gonna form a gang he's gonna punch some heads
He's a weekend warrior
He's gonna grab some girl he's gonna bring her down
He's gonna let you know that he's in town
V.D.
V.D.U. head
Sit in the corner stare at the sky
No-one can see him with his hood pulled up tight
There's a drum machine ticking in his head
He can't turn it off until he's dead
Pretty little patterns move around his jeans
James Brown's howling in his dreams
Well he fell in love with his V.D.U.
His girl has left his cat has too
He sits at home with his V.D.U.
His face is green he don't wear shoes
That's it, I quit, I'm shit at it
Tried to write a song about love
But Del came 'round so we went to the pub
No good at this no good at that
I'm born to live and die a pratt
...That's it
There's a penis on my shoulder
The lights went out, the room got colder
People in town have seen him hanging 'round
Waiting to attack all dressed in black
The chilren cried with eyes open wide
There was nowhere to hide as the furniture flies
I can feel his mind creeping up behind
My chest was heaving I heard heavy breathing
My body froze as he stripped down his clothes
Death is in my face and it's coming my way
Your on your knees
You've lost your keys
You're trying to get home
You fall asleep
Still on your feet
Up on the dance floor
You buy a beer
You drop your beer
You order some more
She tells you no
She's going home
Face down on the floor
Flat on your back
The lads attack
You don't feel a thing
You're up for more
You're out the door
The bouncers join in
So it's goodbye forever
I came back from our tour
And you'd messed about
People turned away
When I quickly looked 'round
They all laughed at me behind my back
I'll dream sweet dreams
Of things to come
Places to visit
Friends to have fun with
I'll drink a toast to independent choice
Latent psychosis, latent
It's back again
Brought down in the box this could put us one up
Blood sugar level is on it's way up
Breathing in deeply to take the spot kick
Something in side my brain just clicked
Hanging around in a bar down town
Place is packed sweating people around
Things you say the things I see
All begin to puzzle me