1.15 Ways
No need to be down-hearted,
There must be 10 ways to leave your man.
Don't be broken-hearted,
There are many ways to leave your man,
Leave your man. x3
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.
Don't be disconcerted,
There must be 15 ways to leave your man.
Soon you will discover you are no longer undercover.
Break! now! fly direct! post office box!
You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into complete disorder.
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out of that scene.
But don't be disconcerted,
There are 8 ways to keep your man.
Don't be down-hearted,
There are 15 ways to leave your man.
Don't be too disconcerted,
Use all 15 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man.
16 ways to leave your man,
Leave your man,
Leave your man.
2.The Reckoning
I phoned you up from dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning
Your friends are dis-compos-mentis
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning
Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's mr. mark smith
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in europe
Consulting an atlas
Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth
Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning
Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning
3.Behind The Counter
They're always hitting on me
But i'm getting thin
From waiting on
They just want me to be
Behind the counter
The hen centre
Was always picking on me
There they are tucking in all over shop
Got no time
For dinner or tea
Behind the counter
Every car i see
Is always picking on me
They take a left turn when i cross, guaranteed
They park on the pavement
Some have paid parks on the pavement
Here
I say 'wait sir, wait sir,
You'd better wait sir'
Guaranteed
I'm getting thin
From idiots who write rock books
Disparate
Ex-groups cold would've played this
'for nose pin and the punk piggies
Didn't quite make it,' they say
Get behind the counter
The other side of the counter
Chill it, boy
The other side of the counter
4.M5#1
You'll never see me trying to raise cain
You'll never see me wear a suit of green
There's a slip-road up right ahead
Leading to the agragarian
But i'm city born and bred
Too many car-fumes in my head
Just a well-read punk peasant.
But you'd think a country man would understand
The devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 6-7 pm
And the man who pretends he knows it all
Is destined to a mighty fall.
Gets into your house with cheer,
Then proceeds to take all you've got to offer.
This is not an autobahn
It's an evil roundabout
That leads to the haywain
And you'll never see good trains again.
In late 60s, my daddy said to me,
You'll never see trams and clogs again.
Now they roam the city.
Can these people not understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
M5 6-7 pm
The devil makes work for idle hands.
M5 to the country straight ahead
It's stuffed to the gills with crusty brown bread
Can they not understand
There's nothing worse than a bored man？
M5, 6-7 pm
5.Surmount All Obstacles
You must retreat into mysticism
To find an origination.
Locate the base enclave,
Surmount all obstacles.
Heinz is guilty,
He says 'look, i let the shot go by accident. i'm a black belt.'
His face is full of ex ex ex ex-cruelty. guilt.
Blue-eyed. a caring sharing man.
Embarrass them into extinction.
Must he retreat into mysticism,
Or locate the base and climb？
Surmount all obstacles.
Progress.
Hours and hours, that
What an interesting article
Das judy und das judy
Are the cobwebs on your kitchen cuticles
Heinz is guilty
On the borders of your imagination.
6.Middle Class Revolt
Everything you see you want.
Go to clubs.
Middle class revolt.
Put it down....
He wants homestyle＊
Sublimates the envy to c2s＊＊
Bump into each other and jolt
D2s, d1s, bump into each other and jolt
Middle class revolt
Calorific.
Middle class revolt
Everything you see
Middle class revolt
Go to clubs
Crashing into c2s
Middle class revolt
A man
Extremely lazy
Exhumes the cooked pigeon
His words indignant
Because it was cooked wrong
Middle class revolt
7.War
Tell of the birth
Tell how war appeared on earth
Musicians with gongs
Permeate the autobahns
Foetus of disgusting breath
And she split the egg
Cast a spell and war was born
Come follow me
Out of the obscurity
Pilgrims in songs
Swamp the empty aerodrome
Kalashnikovs but no houses
Women at the double, march
No food for the spouses
They wait for the us drop
Russians sit back and laugh
While war casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She casts her gory locks
Over the deserted docks
She cast a spell
Split an egg and war was born
And pillage hopes with gusto
Even though they have no nerve
And she does just look on
And war does what she has to
War does what she has to
People get what they deserve
8.You're Not Up To Much
Not up to much
She's imitative
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live
Her mind is in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's oedipus
Not up to much
She gets the check
For car tax
She is oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered
Thanks
Too much warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
A body map
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered thanks
Too much warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
Body map
Her mind's in pieces
Her ballroom days are deceased
Love's boat is smashed
Against existence
She got set walking
Walking irritant
Not up to much
Not up to much
And love's boots
Smashed against existence
Got set to walking
Irritant
She's imitiative
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
Not up to much
Not up to much
She's not up to much
9.Symbol Of Mordgan
Jp：craig, you've been to see manchester city. how was it？
Cs. er, grim.
Jp：grim？ really？ well once again, you see, because people always
assume that i've got loads of technology available to me here
and lots of people rushing about giving me bits of paper like
they
N television. in fact i'm just watching the television so erm...
Jp： oh right yeah. okay go on, tell us all about it
Cs： well i mean the first half we were all over them. it's a
typical city game, y'know. ye were like totally outplayed, and
erm
Were all over them in the first half and i don't know what he
puts in the tea in the second half but erm we were like kinda
zombies when we came back on. there weren't any good players
apart fr
Rocastle which i thought was
......
Cs： yeah we do we play lots of football, loads of passing, they
play too much football, they're just kind of er. . . everyone's
like looking for a passing opportunity rather than like a
scoring
Tunity.
Jp： not going to go down though, are they, craig？
Cs： er.. .i don't know. everyone else in er. .. everyone else
thinks we're gonna go down but they've just like suddenly come
out of closets, y'know, they've like discovered their
grandfather was
Nited fanfar.
Jp： right
Cs： ...some years back it's like the whole of manchester at the
moment anyway
Jp： i was told you see, i was always told er the conventional
wisdom was that .... that isn't the case any more.
Cs： well the true mancunian is the man city fan, i find.
Jr： (laughs)
Cs： i mean they're all reds really aren't they and er. . .
What upsets you really is that the training that you must have
in discussion at your own level regarding the existence of god
is far greater than everybody that's ringing in tonight.
10.Hey! Student
When i'm walking down the street,
It's always you i seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the evening news
I clench my fist and sing this tune：
I said hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head,
I said hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head, i said...
When walking to work,
It's always you i seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
I clench my hand before i flip my lid.
Chorus.
When walking down the street,
It's always you i seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to pearl jam in your room.
I'm thinking like that when i sing this song：
Chorus.
I said i woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
When walking down the street,
It's always you i seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at shaun ryder's face
Down long long long long days
Chorus.
I said i woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
The dead brains of class a-d
Born to live in leigh-on-sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I'm thinking like this when i sing this tune：
Chorus.
I said i woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah x2
11.Junk Man
12.The $500 Bottle Of Wine
-a 500 dollar bottle of wine
-that's all we get for being with him all the time
I give them a 500 bottle of wine
That's all they get most of the time
Two days in the desert
What did they get
For all of the tears and the grind
A 500 dollar bottle of wine
-we've been through desert
-and blew on our shirts (and brix' torn our last shirts？)
-and all the lightning and life
-we said so much to (just a) crazy and white (whine？)
-a half filled (no) bottle of wine
-a 500 dollar bottle of wine
-that's all i get man most of the time.
We been through the desert
Went through their last shirts
And all the lightning and crime
A half-filled bottle of wine.
-they're all fat gits and they get on our tits
-they're all fat gits and they get on our tits
That's all you get most of the time
For all the life in crime
The 500 bottle of wine
-drive (been) through the desert (drive for) in 36 hours
-but when we get the ending we took
-the 500 dollar (bottle) of wine
-a 500 dollar bottle of wine
And i feel real guilty
The babies are squealing
Starving and pleading all the time
A 500 dollar bottle of wine
They all bitch
They just whinge
And drink my last bottle of wine
I feel real guilty
I been through my last shirt
And i get guilty all the time
-yeah
-c'mon
-500 dollars
Get down the fucking liquor store boy.
13.City Dweller
Dictum：vestige of the euro-bore
Random
It's a good life bowing to a tyrant
Gone
Christian gang chants sweet
Regional
Keep your head down for the moment
(that now suit is now in bucket
It's a good life, europe)
Avoid the dismantled old heads stuck in bloody plant pots
All looking at them
Forgetting the endless drive against nature
City dweller
Must we base ourselves again into organic mud？
You're well welcome to it
Get out of my city you mediocre pseuds
And take those red-tie bastards
Who put up the olympic flag with you
They walk around leering at young girls in packs
Worse than any yobs
(.....catalonian)
It's january 20th
Euro-bore i support media
Keep olympic bidding
City dweller
Backwards
More than you can ever know
Mr cab driver
What do you want
Mr cab driver
City dweller
This hillbilly cab driver
He has submerged himself into the pyche of the average
Cab driver
They love me, they knock off 10 to 15 pence
This is wandering
Those casual days are over and dull
Dull
Agricultural gangs chant for sweet freedom
Get out of my city
You mediocre pseud
And take those red tight bastards with you
City dweller
They should remember there's nothing worse
Than a half-educated grim red dwarf
City dweller
Cuts up
Cab driver, cab driver
Oh mr cab driver
(he's up there now, listening to us, i know he is)
Why do you leave a a poxy card？
Oh mr cab driver
What do about it？
Too much to drink
Too many dugs
Too much sex
Too young
14.Shut Up!
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