1.Lottery Winners On Acid
Lyricist：Owen Hopkin, Davey Macmanus, Andy Stafford, Joe Udwin
If she gets a black eye, I want a black eye
If she gets a splinter, I want a splinter too
If she gets a disease, I want a disease
If she goes tripping, I go falling over
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
If she like Gordons, I like Gordons
If she likes the black stuff, I like the black stuff too
If she gets scabies, I want scabies
If she goes tripping, I go falling over
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
If your momma could see you know
What would she think of her boy？
What would she think of her boy？
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
Everything she say I was thinking anyway
2.Baby Boom
Lyricist：Owen Hopkin, Davey Macmanus, Andy Stafford, Joe Udwin
We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
We're just a bunch of buffalos
Getting slaughtered
We're all Red Indians
We love firewater
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
You can call me Fred Flintstone
Tarzan King of the jungle
I guess I was a little prehistoric pumpkin
At your place this afternoon
I guess you just weren't interested
In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom
No one said it's gonna be easy darling
It won't get better
No one said it's gonna be hard
It won't get better
3.Bombay Sapphire Coma
Lyricist：Owen Hopkin, Davey Macmanus
Wanted to go to the white fluffy
Clouds in a Bombay Sapphire coma
Been several shades of broken
Ever since I disowned her
I wanted to be with my woman
In a sensimilia haze
I wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
And start the happy days
I was just a has-been, gone there, done that, got the T-shirt
She laughed when I told her, 'I was seriously hurt'
She said, 'Don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain, when you hooked up with me'
Wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
Utopia granted my wish
But when I looked under the blankets
I saw the legs of a fish
I wanted to be with my woman
In a sensimilia haze
I wanted to go to the white fluffy clouds
And start the happy days
I was just a has-been, gone there, done that, got the T-shirt
She laughed when I told her, 'I was seriously hurt'
She said, 'Don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain, when you hooked up with me'
She said, 'Don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain, when you hooked up with me'
Don't want your money, pain comes free
You hooked up with pain, when you hooked up with me
4.White Russian Galaxy
Lyricist：Owen Hopkin, Davey Macmanus, Andy Stafford, Joe Udwin
Straight out of high school and into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be dead
You kick like a mule, short of an Oscar
And screaming blue murder at newly weds
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch through your smoke ring
You cause only trouble, you bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Why do you never sing in church on Sundays？
Why won't you ever go all the way？
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality
Lonely, lost in a white Russian galaxy
Who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
5.Gazillions Of Miniature Violins
On the street where I was born
By the acorn tree, where we first made love
Legs akimbo, sunny side up
I remember you buttercup
Another murder mystery
Rocked the neighborhood
Rocked the neighborhood
The Texas chainsaw massacre
Don't compare to my disaster
All goes strangely quiet
Gazillions of miniature violins
Breaking the silence
All aboard the sinking ship
You sail the thing I'll crack the whip
Let's have ourselves a scary trip
All aboard the sinking ship
On the street where I was born
In the alleyway where I saw the truth
All the whores in Liverpool
Couldn't light a candle to you
Life goes on
Don't fight it
Know how it feels like
To cause mini earthquakes
Take pleasure in the pain
Don't forget to go insane
On the stroke of twelve
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