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Boots On The Ground
03:05
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Boots On The Ground
It don’t repeat but it rhymes
And we sure live in interesting times
Gotta know when you’re beat
Or you’ll never get back on your feet
And you can’t understand
You’re just talking to the hand
And we don’t figure
In any future they planned
Get your shit together
Hell for leather
Gotta stop pissing around
Cos you’ve been struck dumb
But the time has come
For putting Boots On The Ground
And you fall for it all
Over and over again
It’s big bucks and it sucks
Like a total eclipse of the brain
So you give them a pass
Like you’re smoking the wrong kind of grass
And wind up
With bite marks all over your ass
Get your shit together
Hell for leather
Gotta stop pissing around
Cos you’ve been struck dumb
But the time has come
For putting Boots On The Ground
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2. |
It's a "No" from Me
02:39
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It’s a “No” From Me
I don’t see what they see
I can’t be what they want me to be
I hear them say “Yes”
And I’ve tried to care less
But we fail to agree and so it’s a “No” from me
I don’t hear what they hear
I don’t fear what they want me to fear
They don’t like my face
Or me taking up space
But I won’t disappear I’ll be scraping away the veneer
It’s a “No” from me
What else could it possibly be?
I don’t see what they see
I can’t be what they want me to be
I hear them say “Yes”
And I’ve tried to care less
But we fail to agree and so it’s a “No” from me
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ZZ Tramp
02:40
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ZZ Tramp
He’s got legs
They look squashed
They go up to what never get washed
He’s got stains
And no socks
He sleeps in a cardboard box
But all of the girls are going weak at the knees
They don’t mind the odour or even the fleas
I thought it was odd, but now it’s just weird
Women going crazy about a tramp with a beard
Bloodshot eyes
Broken skin
Methylated spirit securing the win
Ask his name
No one knows
Changes his mind like he changes his clothes
Stumbling in
it was easy to tell
Accompanied by the most curious smell
I thought it was odd, but now it’s just weird
Women going crazy about a tramp with a beard
Can’t get a job
Plays rock and roll
I suspect that he signs on the dole
Spends his life
on the road
Though you might call it “no fixed abode”
Dropped out of life
Now he’s out of the loop
He dines out in kitchens that only serve soup
I thought it was odd, but now it’s just weird
Women going crazy about a tramp with a beard
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4. |
Reality Cheque
03:11
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Reality Cheque
If we can’t take it down
We’re allowing the mission to creep
But you can’t wake the clown
Who only pretends he’s asleep
Cos he knows how it goes
And he chose to stand down
It takes guts and some nuts
And there’s not quite enough to go round
Unrealistic is what England expects
But we don’t have the funds to cash Reality Cheques
If we can’t dial it back
While we’re still able to choose
We’ll be on the attack
In a fight that we’re destined to lose
I see flying the flag
Becoming a drag
Cos we’ve hijacked a hearse
And we can’t get it into reverse
Unrealistic is what England expects
But we don’t have the funds to cash Reality Cheques
England Expects
A Reality Cheque
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None of What You Hear and Only Half of What You See
You must have heard the rumours
You take it to be true
You could find out for yourself
But then what’s a mug to do?
If you want a day of reckoning
I wouldn’t hold your breath
You know the truth is out there
And it scares you half to death
Fall for what you want to it’s all the same to me
If you buy now you’ll pay later and that’s a guarantee
They’re cooking up some crock ‘cos they’re as crooked as can be
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see
Ritualistic sacrifice
Of any kind of threat
They throw you to the wolves
They don’t forgive and don’t forget
Fall for what you want to it’s all the same to me
If you buy now you’ll pay later and that’s a guarantee
They’re cooking up some crock ‘cos they’re as crooked as can be
Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see
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6. |
Too Big To Fail
02:59
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Too Big To Fail
It’s too big to fail
Too important to let us de-rail
And there’s too much at stake
And you’re way too afraid that the dam’s gonna break
There’s been too many times
Too many leaving the scene of their crimes
And as so many have said
There’s way too much air in your ten gallon head
They’re too hard to find
Too many people are losing their mind
Because you strung them along
And they’re way too deluded to know they were wrong
There’s been too many times
Too many leaving the scene of their crimes
And as so many have said
There’s way too much air in your ten gallon head
They’re bought and sold
Little wonder the trail went cold
But now you’re thrashing around
Busting your buttons to shut it all down
It’s too big to fail
You’re too busy to notice it’s right off the scale
And it’s gone too far
We’re coming for you…and we know where you are
There’s been too many times
Too many leaving the scene of their crimes
And as so many have said
There’s way too much air in your ten gallon head
We’ll always remember you left us for dead
You better believe us and put it to bed
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7. |
States I’ve Been In
02:29
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States I’ve Been In
Home on the strange
Where the grift never stops
Where the truth never flies
And the Corn never Pops
Ain’t got a prayer
Of staying the course
A mysterious death
Or a messy divorce
There’s a deal to be made
And he’s come for his Pa
He’s the emptiest suit
In the boardroom by far
Back at the ranch
He’s numbing the pain
With dozens of hookers
And tons of cocaine
Snake Eyed Joe
Walks into town
Carries his horse
And says something profound
The stranger laughs
As well he might
It’s only noon
But he calls it a night
Goes for his gun
But quick as a flash
Surprisingly nimble
And typically rash
Squeezes one off before
He’s ready to shoot
Blowing a hole
In his hoedown boot
Never fancied trying it out
Always been happy doing without
Never been to the USA
But man, I’ve been in some states
The rest of the world
Can’t understand
Living your life
In a fantasy land
Sat at his desk
Which button to press?
One’s for the stairlift
And one makes a mess
Thrives on a showdown
Had plenty of practice
Easily whipped
By the average cactus
The dream’s in the bin
And the cheque’s in the post
The Commander-in-Chief
Shaking hands with a ghost
Never fancied trying it out
Always been happy doing without
Never been to the USA
But man, I’ve been in some states
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8. |
Puhleez
03:37
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Puhleez
Breaking their hearts
But your living the dream
With the worlds greatest
Early retirement scheme
Bleached blonde beanpole
Pixie and elf
A gigantic ice cream
That keeps licking itself
Hand-picked for stardom
You got all of the chops
And you’re fresh from the factory
On to top of the pops
Won’t rock the boat
Til some future rainy day
When the whole world is listening
You’ve got nothing to say
Now you’re campaigning
Though you didn’t seem to care
Before you had made yourself
A millionaire
Hand-picked for stardom
You got all of the chops
And you’re fresh from the factory
On to top of the pops
A Jack And Jill studio
The charade’s in the bin
One of them storms out
if the other one comes in
Try looking moody
While you’re goofin’ around
But the fists started flying
Once filming shut down
You’d bury the hatchet
In each others neck
But you’d all get along
At the drop of a cheque
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9. |
Get Some
03:13
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Get Some
Get some
Get some
Go with the greed
Get some
Get some
More than you need
Get some
Get some
Front of the queue
Get some
Get some
You know what to do
Get some
Get some
And get out the door
Get some
Get some
Then get some more
Get some
Get some
It don’t matter how
Get some
Get some
Get some right now
Get some
Get some
Don’t ever stop
Get some
Get some
Get ’til you drop
Can’t you aim for some empathy?
Can’t you dig up some dignity?
Get some
Get some
Need it or not
Get some
Get some
Losing the plot
Get some
Get some
No one will know
Get some
Get some
Grab it and go
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10. |
War Of The Roses
02:25
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War Of The Roses
War...
And what it’s good for
It’s what we adore
And why we need more
It’s good for morale
And exerting control
It’s good for the ego
If not for the soul
It’s good for the factories
Good for the banks
Taking out loans
And turning out tanks
Good for inventors
And sinister boffins
Firms that make bullets
And firms that make coffins
It’s good for the presstitutes
Hiding the facts
Impartial observers and
Street of shame hacks
Mentions of Munich
Quick! Say “appease”
Claret-faced gammons
Go weak at the knees
For the perfectly sane
It’s the worst of our fears
For others it means
The first hard-on in years…
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11. |
Moon and Back
03:35
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Moon and Back
We’re prisoners now
To what was achieved
One giant mis-step
To forever deceived
Blinding our eyes
To un-see what we’ve done
Is nothing sacred
Under the sun?
We commend you
To The Moon And Back
Couldn’t send you
To The Moon And Back
We’ll pretend you
To The Moon And Back
And defend you
To The Moon And Back
Carve what you will
On your tablets of stone
We sit on our tin-can
Duct-taped throne
Stop cheating ourselves
Before it’s too late
Our time is short
But Heaven can wait
We commend you
To The Moon And Back
Couldn’t send you
To The Moon And Back
We’ll pretend you
To The Moon And Back
And defend you
To The Moon And Back
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