Stitch Me Up
Train running down the track
Blood pouring down my back
Here we go, beat me blue and black
This knife it bears its scars
And this heart it beats too hard
And these memories I will discard
Well, it must have been an angel
And it must have been the spring
And, it must have meant everything
I piss upon the floor
My blood runs down the door
The ambulance just made another score
Well, these wounds will congeal
And this heart will heal
So stitch me up, I will not squeal
Must have been an angel
And it must have been the spring
And, it must have meant everything
Stitch me up, stitch me up, stitch me up
I will not squeal
So, stitch me up, stitch me up, stitch me up
I will not squeal
Gouge My Eyes Ou
I won't work in your factory
I won't work on your land
And I won't obey you any more than I can
Your politics disgusting
Your system makes me retch
The poor are getting poorer
The weak ones more repressed
I won't crawl up your orifice
my seed will not be spent
You can gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
Come on gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
Come on gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
To be perfectly frank with you
I won't give a toss
If they crucify a lot of you
On a burning cross
I wake up every morning
The first thing that I do
Is take my two fingers and stick it up at you
I won't crawl up your orifice
my seed will not be spent
You can gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
Come on gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
Come on gouge my eyes out
I will not repent
I will not repent, I will not repent, I will not repent
Violin Time
Violin time at the port side
And the whores say pretty words
To an old man who is dying
And his cries they do disturb
Violin time for the soldier
He curses as you squeal
And he kills you for a reason
Patriotic imbecile
Violin time, violin time, violin time, violin
Violin time for the mother
And child she has lost
Violin time, violin time
As they nail her to the cross
Violin time, violin time, violin time, violin
Violin time, violin time, violin, violin
Violin time for the desperado
Who is crying into his cup
Violin time, violin time
As they come to lock him up
Violin time, violin time, violin time, violin
Violin time, violin time, violin, violin
Crappy
The clowns are jumping in and out
They laugh, they scream, they jump and shout
The audience think they are so brave
to stand up there and misbehave
Escapism that's what we need
You are too miserable indeed
We came to be entertained
not hear about your hate and pain
Be joyful and be happy
And most of all be crappy
Speilberg, he was right on cue
Your foreign films elititist spew
We don't need you to tell us
That life's a misery, life's a cuss
Be joyful and be happy
And most of all be crappy
Be joyful and be happy
And most of all be crappy
Be crappy, be crappy, be crappy, be crappy,
Be crappy, be crappy, be crappy, be crappy,
Be crappy, be crappy, be crappy, be crappy
Weak
I was walking down the street
With a terrible deceit
In my heart
I had lots of precious plans
To find the flames
And then depart
And all of these words
Well, they're just a deceit
To hide what within is weak
Your evil has no bounds
So ears to the floor
And hear the sound
And you were born in hell
Craving everything and that as well
And all of these words
They're just a deceit
To hide what within is weak
Is weak, is weak, is weak
Blind Willy
Blind Willy, leads me to your door
Blind Willy, wants you more and more and more
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Blind Willy says you're the one that he adores
But after he's made his entrance he's quickly at your door
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Afterwards Blind Willy's feeling rather small
After the rise comes the fall
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Blind Willy, Blind Willy, Blind Willy,
Blind Willy, Blind Willy, Blind Willy,
Blind Willy, Blind Willy,
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Blind Willy vomits on, Blind Willy vomits on
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Blind Willy vomits on your, Blind Willy vomits on your,
Blind Willy vomits on your floor
Doctors & Nurses
In the boulevards of broken dreams
Where smiles don't mean a thing
Doctors, nurses and your cries
The flicker of your silhouette
As you smoke your last cigarette
Doctors, nurses and your cries
I saw a boy like you
Down the avenue
Slash your wrists, take some pills
Hang yourself with daffodils
Doctors, nurses and your cries
Tears running down your cheeks
Desolation of you speak
Doctors, nurses and your cries
And I saw a boy like you
Down the avenue
Doctors, nurses and your cries
Doctors, nurses and your cries
Doctors, nurses and your cries
Doctors, nurses and your cries
Just Because
Just because you're sometimes stupid
Just because you're sometimes mad
Just because you play the idiot
Just because you're sometimes mad
Just because you knew you ought to
When you never ever would
Doesn't mean you'll never be good
And just because you've got a black heart
Doesn't mean you're always bad
Just because you feel decrepit
Like an old rag
Just because you knew you ought to
When you never ever would
Doesn't mean you'll never be good
And just because you're feeling angry and misunderstood
Just because your acting's awful
it's made of wood
Just because you knew you ought to
When you never ever would
Doesn't mean you'll never be good
It doesn't mean you'll never, doesn't mean you'll never
Doesn't mean you'll never be good
It doesn't mean you'll never, doesn't mean you'll never
Doesn't mean you'll never be good
Fallen Hero
Fallen hero is fighting at the Fez
Fallen hero is loosing, nobody cares
And they found him dead
In the back of his car
Shot through the heart
Under cold, blue stars
Fallen hero, the hero of the past
Fallen hero, don't you know it never lasts
And they found him dead
In the back of his car
Shot through the heart
Under cold, blue stars
Fallen hero is slow, once you were fast
Those who asked you questions,
Now they never ask
Well, they found you dead
In the back of your car
Shot through the heart
Under cold, blue stars
Under cold, blue stars
Sinner
God, I've been a sinner
God, I know I'm damned
I'm a homosexual hermaphrodite
And a dirty old man
God, I've been a sinner
at the Pearly Gates
St Peter slipped it in again
He always comes to late
God, I've been a sinner
And now I'm gonna die
Can I get into to heaven
If I wear a suit and tie?
God, I've been a sinner
God, I know I'm damned
I am a Pakistani
and I come from Birmingham
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
God, I've been a sinner
I had sex with sheep
And when I did have sex with them
Insertion it was deep
God, I've been a sinner
God, I know I'm damned
I am a Pakistani
and I come from Birmingham
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
La-la-la-lalala lala-lala-la
Heaven
The people here are happy
In heaven in the sky
And sometimes when you're suffering
Well, sometimes they do cry
In heaven , in heaven
So throw away your foolish pride
It is no good to cry
For people here are snappy
The people here are happy
In heaven , in heaven , in heaven , in heaven
Heaven
Promised Land
I don't know why we're singing
Nobody hears
I don't know why we're happy sometimes
While we're full of fear
Then you take us by the hand
Lead us to the promised land
I don't know where we're going
And for how many years
I don't know why it's hot outside
And so cold in here
Then you take us by the hand
Lead us to the promised land
I don't know why we're smiling
The world's full of tears
I don't know why it's hot outside
and so cold in here
Then you take us by the hand
Lead us to the promised land
promised land
Weird
Well we think you're very brave
Break, you know the rules
Think you're individual
even think you're cool
Well you know, you're gonna anger 'em
all our customers agree,
You see, we're dying to book you, swear solemnly
You're too weird
You're too weird
You're too weird
We need to make a thousand pounds
Just to keep still with the bank
My manager will you kill
You're rather camp as well
although my partner's gay
Our customers might stay away
You're too weird
You're too weird
You're too weird
And we're looking for R&B bands
who all sound the same
Country, skiffle, Bluegrass
If they play the game
But you're weird
You're too weird
A-a-aaa
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird, You're too weird,
You're too weird,
Way On Down
Pick her up around a quarter to six
And don't forget that you love her
Take her out half an hour or so
And then you can drop her
Way on down, down, way on down
Children waiting with your wife
And the good fairy
You'll be home
For this is your life
And the cat and canary
Way on down, down, way on down
Way on down, down, way on down
She's a bad girl
Well, she knows
But she feeds her addiction
And you're a good man
Except when you're with her
Well, she lives with the contradiction
Way on down, down, way on down
Way on down, down, way on down
Yes, way on down, down, way on do
Our Hearts
The sweetest word I ever knew
Shooting into the avenues of our hearts
Our hearts
The sweetest word I ever knew
Shooting into sky of blue and our hearts
Our hearts
Why do they come here
Why are they wise
Why do they come here
What a surprise to our hearts
Our hearts
The sweetest word I ever knew
Shooting into a sky of blue and our hearts
Our hearts
The sweetest word I ever knew
Shooting through the avenues of our hearts
Our hearts, Our hearts
Our hearts, Our hearts
Suffering
We're in love with our emotions
And with sadness they bring
We're in love with hunger, hatred
And with our suffering
We could be honest
Or we could be true
Or we could be blue
We're in love with the moonbeams
That flicker
We're in love with our dreams
We're in love with hunger and hatred
And with our suffering
We could be honest
Or we could think
Or we could drown in the drink
We're in love with our imagination
We're in love with our spring
We're in love with hunger and hatred
And with our suffering
And with our suffering
And with our suffering
And with our suffering
Ealing
Do you ever get a feeling
You should be watching Ealing
The heroes of our youth are all there
George and Bill, Alec and Will
All so religiously square
Well, I'm sick of blue denim
American venom
But sadly you really don't care
Somebody suffers
Somebody dies
Somebody gets old and cries
If there's a coup
It's over by two
We're home for tea by five
Well, I'm sick of blue denim
American venom
Sadly you really don't care
Well there's waltzes
And there's marches
And there's feeling so sad
And there's Margaret
And Alister playing the cad
Well, I'm sick of blue denim
And American venom
But Sadly you really don't care
Yes, I'm sick of blue denim
American venom
Sadly you really don't care
You don't care
You don't care
You don't care
Thank You
When they pulled me from the wreckage
I asked three things to be explained
Is it raining
Is it pouring
And will I feel much pain
Everyone was so nice to me
I knew there must be a punchline
Everyone was so nice to me
I knew there must be a punchline
It went thank you, it went thank you
Your pension will be in the post
It went thank you, it went thank you
You can trust in the holy ghost
Didn't know where I was going to die
Didn't know where I'd be
I didn't know how I was gonna get there
and whether it was Rin-tin-tin
Well, everyone was so nice to me
I knew there must be a punchline
Well, everyone was so nice to me
I knew there must be a punchline
Thank you, thank you
Your pension will be in the post
Thank you, thank you
You can trust in the holly ghost
You can trust in the holly ghost
You can trust in the holly ghost
