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The Go-To Guy
03:35
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The Go-to-Guy
If you’re much mistaken
There for the taking
Permanently shaken but not stirred
If you don’t want choices
Or dissenting voices
This could well be all you’ve ever heard
Don’t wanna know so you don’t ask why
Nodding your head but you know it’s a lie
That’s what you get when you go to the Go to Guy
Get a nice back-hander
For their propaganda
Did you even understand a single word they said
Can we stop pretending
This is ever ending
Screeching preaching teaching talking heads
It was what you needed
So you begged and pleaded
Sucked it up and swallowed every single line
When your brain’s vacation
Needs some vindication
These guys gonna fit you up just fine
Don’t wanna know so you don’t ask why
Nodding your head but you know it’s a lie
That’s what you get when you go to the Go to Guy
If you feel in the dark which you need to deny
They got a never ending supply
You got to go have a word with the Go to Guy
You could think for yourself give it a try
Or wave at the truth as it’s passing you by
You’ll be glad you avoided the Go to Guy
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2. |
Lintz Green
03:25
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Lintz Green
Left Newcastle
Crossed the Tyne
Up the valley
On the Derwent Line
Last train home
Consett bound
A moonless night
As the whistle sounds
Cuts and bridges
Rolling past
Dressed in stone
And built to last
Picket Fences
Flowers in bloom
A well-kept platform
And God’s waiting room
Station Master
Bids goodnight
Locks the door
And puts out the light
Then a gunshot
Breaks the spell
Broken hearted
Mr Wilson fell
Lintz Green...
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3. |
How Much
03:19
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How Much?
How much do I hate this shit?
Let me count the ways
I don't just hate the things they do
I also hate the things they say
How much is it all fucked up?
How long have you got?
Must have seen it coming
Evidently not
Placing your trust
In self centred psychos
Seems we can't wait
To seal our own fate
Or you wish it away
Swallow the black pill
You'd rather comply
Curl up and die
Maybe you'd like to
Follow the science
Back to the day
They threw us away
Picked up the cheque
And sided with tyrants
You can't understand
They're part of the plan
They shepherd the flock
You don't even notice
The mark of the beast
Until you've been fleeced
By then it's too late
We're into the end game
You bleat yourself hoarse
They grab the mint sauce
How much do I hate this shit?
Let me count the ways
I don't just hate the things they do
I also hate the things they say
How much is it all fucked up?
How long have you got?
Must have seen it coming
Evidently not
I think we've lost the plot
We'll suss it when we're taken out and shot...
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4. |
When We're Gone
04:50
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When We’re Gone
I don’t think of me any more
Now there’s no such thing as before
One. Since the day that we met us
After that, everything changed
Out of our hands like it’d all been arranged
SItting back watching the stars combust
Though the world might keep on spinning
And its people carry on
I’ll have nothing left to
hang my dreams upon
Though I won’t be around to see it
I can fairly guarantee it
I sure am gonna miss us when we’re gone
We still had the world at our feet
The day I felt your heart miss a beat
Gone. And the angels took you home
Even when you’re not by my side
I still take you along for the ride
Neither of us could ever be on our own
Though the world might keep on spinning
And its people carry on
I’ll have nothing left to
hang my dreams upon
Though I won’t be around to see it
I can fairly guarantee it
I sure am gonna miss us when we’re gone...
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The Clown Show Must Go On
You might fool them
But I’m not blind
I don’t trust you
Change my mind
You’ve got the right
To prove me wrong
Until then I guess The Clown Show Must Go On
Sussed you out
and marked your card
Promises made
We can disregard
You’ve got the right
To prove me wrong
Until then I guess The Clown Show Must Go On
I hear you talk
Alarm bells ring
I can only despair
At the whole damn thing
You’ve got the right
To prove me wrong
Until then I guess The Clown Show Must Go On
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6. |
Couldn't Happen Here
02:36
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Couldn’t Happen Here
Got a finger on our pulses
Got our knackers in a vice
Got a jackboot on our windpipes
In case you have to tell us twice
We watched your credibilty
Slowly disappear
Now we see you promising
It definitely couldn’t happen here
With shortages of carrots
All you’ve got’s the stick
You can beat them to submission
That’s Realpolitik
The writing’s on the wall
But there’s no need to fear
As we spiral to destruction
You’re pretty sure it couldn’t happen here
Got our hands over our ears
Got a clothes peg on our nose
We could see where this was heading
Through eyes tightly closed
A radioactive wasteland
Makes quite a souvenir
But it’s not much consolation
For what you figured couldn’t happen here
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7. |
Requiem For The Suicided
03:46
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Requiem For The Suicided
If you shine a light in places
where the shadows hide the faces
Of the puppet-masters pulling all the strings
With distortions and omissions
reinforcing your suspicions
You're engaging in some very foolish things
This is a requiem for the suicided
uninvited "shouldn't write it" journalistic types
They can feed you some exclusive
But you must be less intrusive
Like the other tippex-wielding gutter snipes
You know you cannot fight it
It's expertly expedited
But you want to see the face behind the mask
And you're always taking chances
when you're looking for the answers
To questions that you're not supposed to ask
This is a requiem
Someone suicided them
If you iron out the creases
and you find too many pieces
Of a puzzle you're not meant to figure out
It all gets pretty sloppy
Before you've even posted copy
Suicide…without a shadow of a doubt…
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8. |
A Benylin Junkie
03:20
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A Benylin Junkie
You’ll have to count me out, I'm a man off a mission
Permanently stuck in the recovery position
Been diagnosed with bed-lag but that won’t paint me blue
If I can’t get some Night Nurse, then Calpol will do
And before anyone scoffs
It isn't for kicks - it's for coughs
I'm asleep at the organ along with the monkey
I'm under control I'm A Benylin Junkie
Any kind of effort makes me feel lousy
It did say on the bottle that it could well make me drowsy
That’s just the price I’m happy to pay
To stick my head in the sand and wish it all away
And before anyone scoffs
It isn't for kicks - it's for coughs
I'm asleep at the organ along with the monkey
I'm under control I'm A Benylin Junkie
Gotta keep my head down I’m hiding from the sun
I’d get my shit together…but this duvet weighs a ton
On a snail-blazing quest to make things even easier
I'm a low-octane loser with a taste for anaesthesia
And before anyone scoffs
It isn't for kicks - it's for coughs
I'm asleep at the organ along with the monkey
I'm under control I'm A Benylin Junkie
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9. |
Walk-In Wardrobe
04:05
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Walk in Wardrobe
Well their envy’s true I guess they never knew
How much heartache someone could be going through
Could they misconstrue and look up to
The kind of man who’d end up doing this to you
Find a new way out of that walk in wardrobe
find a better way than the way that you came in
You could lose yourself in that walk in wardrobe
Or find yourself and quietly shed that skin
You're still put upon though the kids are gone
Can this ridiculous charade be fooling anyone
With the curtains drawn for the denouement
When it all adds up to less than you had counted on
Now you’re on your way to a brighter day
And all your pain and suffering just fades away
You don’t have to stay in this cabaret
Doesn’t even have to matter what the neighbours say
Find a new way out of that walk in wardrobe
find a better way than the way that you came in
You could lose yourself in that walk in wardrobe
Or find yourself and quietly shed that skin
For Mary, the girl next door.
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Person or Persons Unknown
Where’d we consent to be
Ruled by these pricks
They’re down on our ass like a shit ton of bricks
With the slightest excuse
At the drop of a hat
Building back better
And bollocks like that
Don't even know
You’re under control
Don’t rock the boat and just
Do what you’re told
We’ll never be shown
Who's on the throne
The world's being murdered by
Person or Persons Unknown
We’re all in their sights
They’re itching to shoot
They only regard us as low hanging fruit
Flapping about like
Puppets on strings
These are a few of my least favourite things
You think it’s OK
But you might just find
The shit hits the fan if you
Step out of line
We’re selling our souls
For the lowest of bids
Building a prison
To house all our kids
Don't even know
You’re under control
Don’t rock the boat and just
Do what you’re told
We’ll never be shown
Who's on the throne
The world's being murdered by
Person or Persons Unknown
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11. |
Whirlwind Romance
03:31
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Whirlwind Romance (Ashes for Dreams)
A whirlwind romance threw me into your arms
Wedding bells morph into fire alarms
We dance over rubble
The siren, she calls
Our shadows flicker
On bomb shelter walls
In the heat of the moment our hearts set ablaze
An overhead Rolls Royce Orchestra plays
Our guests now depart
And at last we’re alone
Together forever
As charcoal and bone
A whirlwind romance
But It’s not as it seems
Our footprints are carbon
We have ashes for dreams
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12. |
Porridge
03:15
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Porridge
We’re free to roam our open prison
But can’t help thinking “something’s missing”
To those for whom the rules apply
The choice is ours..we don’t or die
Been sucking on it way too long
The tipping point has been and gone
Your diktats fall like acid rain
You pull too hard, you only break the chain
We do the porridge
While you do the crime
So you have the watches
But we have the time
Drunk on power in love with the pain
It tastes too good to lose it again
Here’s a thing you can all rely on
We’ll make this the hill we die on
With autocratic over-reach
You piss all over what you preach
We spend our evenings chasing ghosts
And gazing up at empty lamp-posts
Torch and pitchforks fill the streets
Deafened by a million heartbeats
We smell their fear…ignore their cries
Their Empires crumble right before their eyes
We do the porridge
While you do the crime
So you have the watches
But we have the time…
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