"Whipping Boy"
All she wants is to be remembered
Everyday
All he sees is his own reflection,
Standin' in the way
She says I wish we could kiss like we used to
I wish we could be
I wish we could just make time
Stand still for meSo much for love
When it's given away
So much for love
That it gets in the way Like a summer breeze that turns chilly
You're quick to change
Reassurance now it don't come cheap
Your crutch is to blame
She said slow it down baby
Or you'll come too fast
Try too hard it won't last
But that's the nightmare of your nightmare's past
Easy to address So much for love
When it's given away
So much for love When you're livin' today
Livin' this way So much for love
When it's given away
So much for love
That it gets in the way
When you're livin' today
Livin' this way 
Bad Books
You don't believe me when I say nothin's wrong
Feb up explaining now it's time to move on
I'm tired and I'm weary and our love is weary
We're together for what? For the sake of a song…
Two years have passed and already I'm a goner
Sufferin' from flatulence my guts have done a runner
Livin' out our fantasies for the best part of summer
We stay not in love but in the bosom of each otherI'm in your bad books
Those hard black bag books
I'm in the back books
Doing everything wrong Started almost (amongst) lost in daydreams their dreams (daydreams?) (dead dreams?)
Roll into town on a Friday not fever
Livin' on the dancefloor like two horny outlaws
Jumped in a taxi and sped off at one
There was no need for puddin', no cheap words o' bloodin'
It was like we were both on a radio wave
I never expected to be so connected
Never expect nothin' at all I'm in your bad books
Those hard black bag books
I'm in the back books
Lookin' for loose change Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises
Promises, promises a penny for your promises, promises Now I'm half way there it's somewhere in between (Bad books, I'm in your bad books)
(licking) ashes O'Leary and the scream of being (Behan) (Bad books, I'm in your bad books)
So go ahead honey put some sugar in my bowl (Bad books, I'm in your bad books)
I've got the severed torn muse sippin' at my soul
Sippin' at my soul, slippin' in and out of my soul
Pat The Almighty
Oh here he comes you'd better watch your step, Pat the Almighty
Pat looks at you from the corner of his eye
Like he's really interested in the person deep inside
A natural curiosity, an attention seekin' atrocity
He likes his music indie and his hair bleached like the sand
Bleached like the sand Oh here he comes you'd better watch your step, Pat the Almighty
Oh here he comes you'd better wash your hands, Pat the Almighty
Pat sips his drink from the corner of his eye
He's a real smooth operator, an eco-friendly guy
He used to be a Marxist but now he's found a band
And he thinks that he's a heathen (hedon) but in fact he loves his hat
He loves his hat The kid's a fucking star he should be wearing gold
lamé
There'll be nothing left for no-one at the end of the day
The kid's a fucking star he should learn to move and sway
If he'd only stay in tune we could all be on our way Oh here he comes you'd better watch your step, Pat the Almighty
Oh here he comes you'd better watch your chords, Pat the Almighty
Pat moves in circles that keep on going round
He's a carousel without a tune, the best ride in town
Pat taps when he's drinking, especially when he's thinking
He believes in getting in there, he's a king of all the facts
Of all the facts The kid's a fucking star he should be wearing gold
lamé
There'll be nothing left for no-one at the end of the day
The kid's a fucking star he should learn to move and sway
If he'd only stay in tune we could be all on our way Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh Was jukebox in the bedroom, Coke machine in the hall
And a rake of rare guitars hanging on the wall
Golddust in the bathroom, platinum on the door
A pocket calculator keeping tabs on it all The kid's a fucking star he should be wearing gold
lamé (golden egg)
There'll be nothing left for no-one at the end of the day
The kid's a fucking star he should learn to move and sway
If he'd only stay in tune we could be all on our way Oh here he comes you'd better wash your hands, Pat the Almighty
Oh here he comes you'd better watch your step, Pat the Almighty
Mutton
It all comes down to selling dreams
Semi-detached beyond our means
Living up to expectations
Downloading fake ID's
Spoilt for choice in a world of spice
Everyone's searching for paradise
Paint a pretty picture
Pull that Pepsi face
Blessed with personality
And a free lance ticket from U.C.D.
You're a bit part extra in a bit part flop
A small time player in the world of pop All I want is to spend, spend, spend
All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb
Can I take you home to mam?
And we can talk about the weather
And your tax-free wonderland It all comes down to a baby gene
D.N.A. of and bachelor queens
Blue eyed pearls and move screens
Damsels who caress
Holding hands on a Saturday night
Whipping cream from a ……………..
She paints a pretty picture
She holds my Pepsi tight All I want is to spend, spend, spend
All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb
Can I take you home to mam?
And we can talk about the weather
And your tax-free wonderland And your fat free wonderland Sha la la la
All I want is to spend, spend, spend
All I want is to shop till I drop Mutton dressed as lamb
Can I take you home to mam?
And we can talk about the weather
And your fat-free wonderland Everyone's searching for paradise
Except me
Fly
Fly, I love you
Like no other (queen)
(It's everyday) Fly, we're gonna float on the breeze
Touching Fly, I want ya, I need you
I'm always going to be there
Beside ya when you need me
Or just be friendly
(be friends with me)
The day begins
The people breath
I have to (write my name) again (We'll always be so happy)
on the banks of the grand canal (turns and closed the door)
Cradled in my arms your charms
I don't know what you want but me
My jealous heart won't set you free
(tying knots and something with ots - e.g. plots)
Waiting for the (noose) (news) (leaves)
But I'm (breaking free)
That Was Then, This Is Now
Man walked on the moon when I was only two,
He hasn't done it since and he's never likely to
He's been dreaming
He was the apple of your eye, your dream come true
Wired to the world and to all it's points of view
You couldn't go wrong no matter what you tried to do
He's been leeching
Now I'm falling into drink, falling into life
Falling into love with other mens' wives
He's been scheming That was then and this is now
Now your dreams are reaching When I was just a boy I was told to be nice
To keep your fingers clean and to always (seek advice)
He's being growing To have respect for authority and the powers that be
To pray by the alter down on your bended knees
He's been hoping Praise of God knows what
We were led to believe it was a Communist plot
He's been dealing That was then and this is now
Can your dreams and eat your vows Ladidadidadida
Ladidadidadida That was then and this is now
Can your dreams and eat your vows
That was then and this is now
Can your dreams and eat your vows
Burning all your sacred cows
One To Call My Own
Fields of green, overgrown black birds,
My imagination is running out (of words) I stick out my tongue
Sniffing at the same old tree
(season) started and we gotta stay free She's the breeze that blows my sails
Keeps me cool and Wags her tail and seals my fate How she comes, whit satin shoes
Her hair's all shaggy and I'm starting, starting to dream
Down one way street
We got collared by the canine police police
(Now I'm wanted (wandering)) in the city pound
My heart's been lost to a bloodhound She's the breeze that blows my sails
Keeps me cool and
She gives me shade
Wags her tail and seals my fate She's one to call my own She's the breeze that blows my sails
Keeps me cool and gives me (dreams)
(dried up she gives me shade)
Wags her tail and seals my fate She's one to call my own
Puppets
So your back here where you started
In the land of kiss and tell
Where they cure your (auto something)
Just for fun 'cos you do it well
And your eyes shine so brightly
Like the dew in a tropical land
As you slobber over vomit
Served with cocktail and some crackers
And your agents anorexic great at given head
Likes a snifter in the morning
And carrot juice in bed
And the M. D. has a fetish
For small Cornetto cones
I guess he blames his parents
Who left him on his own Here come the puppets, the ideal stars
Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars
Send in the medics
They think they've got ethics
Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday There are many splendid things in life
Things we can't conceive
Like the fig in the figroll
And the mix in (Lisa's jeans)
Dyslexic when you're drinking
Backwards on your knees
Happy ever after all
You were only trained to please
(born in clouds come) heavy
Full of heavy metal dust
It's raining stranger afternoons
Not knowing who to trust
Silence is unfamiliar
Living in a stereo swell
Mercy feels his mistress
An ace from T.V. hell Here come the puppets, the ideal stars
Friendly on T.V., friendly in bars
Send in the medics
They think they've got ethics
Painting the clouds with sunshine everyday
Everyday, everyday, everyday Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday, everyday
Who Am I?
It was (Handel's) opportunity, it was a gift from God
He gave hope to Judie's parents, to compensate the loss
Money was no object, looking for the perfect cross
A thoroughbred with pedigree, good teeth and winning form
At the clinic you can pick and choose from every race and creed
You can have yourself an athlete or even (Mister Deeds)
But you won't find gays and lesbians in the emporiums seas (seeds)
Only perfect boys and girls in suburban garden dreams I've seen it on TV
(These things can't do any harm)
Who am I to disagree?
I've seen it on TV
(Seems milk and honey pie)
Who am I to disagree? He's been tampering with nature, taking science a step too far
Making money out of misery, playing God at the auction stall
He's the father of invention, the alter-ego made flesh
He's clinically efficient, there's no dust on his shelf
It's a marvellous opportunity for a young man out of school
Besotted by the market place and all its golden rules
It's a billion dollar industry (despair then) a little hope
But making babies used to be what we did behind closed doors I've seen it on TV
Seems milk and honey pie
Who am I to disagree?
I've seen it on TV
____ ________ _____
Who am I to disagree? I'm going back to where I've been from I've seen it on TV
Seems milk and honey pie
Who am I to disagree? I've seen it on TV
Seems milk ________
Who am I to disagree? Mmmm, who am I,
Mmmm, when am I, I'll be there
Ghost Of Elvis
Boxed in by them merchants (slouched) the (west) dealer of his day
Sealed in a vacuum, paranoid he lay
There was talk of future plans and of deja vu
Out to borrow from the bank without never paying back,
A little rebellion here, a little rebellion there
Read it in the papers, love the company, the attitude, the videos, the ideas
Love the money, the law suits, the cheap jokes, the honesty of sleaze In walks the ghost of Elvis
Across my windowsill
And he thrills, he thrills In walks the ghost of Elvis
Across my windowsill
And he thrills and he thrills in monoland Information is his trade he wants to know your every vice
What you eat for breakfast what kind of drugs you like
He wants to be anonymous, the city suits him fine
He wants to change your ways
My feet got fixed on rambling when I was only young
Didn't need much money - only thought was having fun
Now I sit here restless the need for lazy pride
Waiting for the sun In walks the ghost of Elvis
Across my windowsill
And he thrills, he thrills In walks the ghost of Elvis
Across my windowsill
And he thrills, he thrills in Legoland Easy come and easy go
The way we met and said hello
Fame and fortune at the turn of a hand
Easy being in monoland Easy come and easy go
The way we met and said hello
Fame and fortune at the turn of a hand
Easy being here in monoland
No Place To Go
Every moments precious, every moments dear
They huddle and they whisper, make excuses, dissappear
I awoke this morning from the middle of a dream
And all I could remember was MTV screams
"Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie
Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time" We've got no place to go
We've got no way of knowing
We've got no place to go from here A mother stumbles, stutters on the way down to the pub
Pregnancy she wished for being misunderstood
So here's to the buggies, the prams, the empty cots
The pregnancy she wished for the (something coloured) pots
Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie
Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time We've got no place to go
We've got no way of knowing
We've got no place to go from here We've got no place to go
We've got no way of knowing
We've got no place to go from here (maybe "I'm buried alive)
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