1.Mr. Pharmacist
Lyricist：Nowlen
Mr. Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh Mr. Pharmacist I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr. Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist won't you please
Give me some energy
Mr. Pharmacist, Mr. Pharmacist
Hey Mr. Pharmacist
I'll recommend you to my friends
They'll be happy in the end
Mr. Pharmacist can you help
Send me on a delict kick
Mr. Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr. Pharmacist, Mr. Pharmacist
Hey Mr. Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest
Oh Mr. Pharmacist I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr. Pharmacist
Dear Pharmacist I'll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr. Pharmacist, Mr. Pharmacist
Mr. Pharmacist, Mr. Pharmacist
2.Jingle Bell Rock
Lyricist：Joe Beal, Jim Boothe
Jingle bell, jingle bell
Jingle bell rock
Jingle bell sound
Jingle bell tap
Laughing at dancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
They are walking with M＆S bags
Doing the jingle bell, the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
Jingle bell sham
Jingle bell rap
Letting your head down in jingle bell style
With a jungle style
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
Jingle bell, jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
Jingle bell's charm
And jingle bell tap
Post office rot in hell
Friday night on Oxford Street
Walking with green M＆S bags
Join them up with old beef and sprouts
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell rock
3.Hit the North, Pt. 1
Lyricist：S Rogers, Brix Smith, Mark E Smith
Hit the North
Hit the North
(My cat says, 'Eee-ack')
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
95% of hayseeds or corn-pone, guaranteed
(Hit the North)
(Hit the North)
Computers infest the hotels
Cops can't catch criminals
But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God
Religious
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
(Manacled to the city)
(Manacled to the city)
Hit the North
All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath
There's no lights so pretty
Those big, big, big wide streets
Those useless MPs
(Savages)
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
From the back third eye psyche
the reflected mirror of delirium
East ender and Victoria's lager
the induced call, mysterious, comes forth
Hit the North
(Savages)
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
Hit the North
...
4.There's A Ghost In My House
Lyricist：Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Edward Jr Holland, R Dean
Taylor
There's a ghost in my house, the ghost of your memory
The ghost of the love that was took from me
Our love used to be only shadows in the past
I see times can't seem to have erased
The vision of your smiling face
The dead flowers I sent thee, I can't get over ye
There's a ghost in my house, I can't hide
For the ghost of the love that's inside
Keeps on haunting me
Just keeps on be callin' me
Down in my tea cup I see your face lookin' up
Sittin' in my easy chair
I feel your fingers running through my hair
Though we're far apart your specter's in my heart
There's a ghost in my house, I can't hide
For the ghost of the love that's inside
Keeps on haunting me
Still just a part of me
By the way I hang my head you can see I'm afraid
Though my heart knows you're gone
My mind keeps rolling on
There's a ghost in my house, I can't hide
In my house I am helpless
I begin to practice superstition
I hear footsteps on the stairs
Keeps on haunting me
(I know there's no one there)
(And I know there's no one there)
There's a ghost in my house, a ghost of your memory
A ghost of the love that was took from me
Ghost in my house, ghost in my house
Ghost in my house
5.Psycho Mafia
Lyricist：Mike Duke, Phil Cody
Spit on the streets
Your heads and teeth
Got nowhere to go
Other than shows
Could never love
And the Psycho Mafia
I'm talking about love
Psycho Mafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho Mafia
Could never love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho, Psycho Mafia
Psycho, Psycho Mafia
'Cho Mafia
'Cho Mafia
Spit in the streets
Your heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psycho Mafia
Could never love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
6.The Ballard Of J. Drummer
Lyricist：Donald Nossov, Lita Ford, Myron Grombacher
In year one-nine-nine-six-o-one
The last numeral was upside down
Johnny Drummer came to the outskirts of town
People came out and shouted at him
Some people came out and shouted at him
Say, show us your sticks
Then they went back to their computer tricks
It hit a town with no life to begin
Where they forgot the facts
Two sticks make up a cross
Why is it always this way？
Why do they always have to say
Hey Johnny, get out of the way
He looked in the mirror and said, 'I am not him'
He stood outside a bar and raised the nerve to go in
The window hosted at least forty-five men
Wondered which one was waiting for him
And the boy at the machine meant him no harm
But to him the boy was staring again at him
The rhythm over in his head again
Men, boys and girls, don't ever follow the path
Of being hard and tough when your heart is soft
7.Ed's Babe
Lyricist：Scanlon Craig, Smith Mark Edward
Edward lived with Mary
Like sister and brother
Till one night
Men are this, men are that
(DIY)
Women too
(DIY)
Then there was three
(DIY)
A new start
(DIY)
A weird wake
(DIY)
It all changed after Ed's babe
(DIY)
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
See Ed on a plane
(DIY)
White bundle
(DIY)
In his arms
(DIY)
Ed's baby
(DIY)
See them working away
(DIY)
In bar rocking
(DIY)
Folly is a cloak of knavery
(DIY)
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
Ooh's
Ed's babe
See him working away
Fucking in a bar
Folly is the cloak of knavery
'Cos on each arm
Girls, twenty one
Ed's babies
Ed's babies
Ed's babies
Ed's babies
Ed's babies
Ed's babies
Life up in smoke
Babe rolled like a joint
(DIY)
Hunger in their home
(DIY)
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
Ed's babe
8.Passable
Lyricist：Mark E. Smith
Serial killers were always a bore in my book
Along with retired in Winnebagos
Coming up behind ya at the next kerb
Eye reflections in the rear view mirror
And before the grub comes a moralist
Passable
Passable
Right behind ya
Kids in pubs
Breast fed
And if I ever end up like Ian McShane
Cut my throat with a garden tool
And if I ever end up like Bono
Slit my throat with a kitchen knife
Ah, passable
A past gone mad
A past gone mad
Comin' up right behind ya
The Lovejoy roadshow
Passable
And if I ever end up like Judy Collins
Cut my throat with a garden rake
And if I ever end up like U2
Cut my throat with a kitchen tool
Passable
A past gone mad
Spangles and soccer books
A load of old boring shit
A past gone mad
Marble stone
A past gone mad
Passable
9.Blood Outta Stone
Lyricist：Martin Beddington, Mark Smith
Unfortunately, I'm coming from a bad end
And I'm destined for a bad end
But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone
Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone
Blood outta stone
You're history
You've quit existation
You're green grub
And if I had any guts
I'd turn those money tables up
You dis-corporate bore
You make me tired to the bone
'Cause getting things outta you
When all your friends have dissolved
And you're yakking on the phone
You're techno-grounded
You're blood outta stone
Might appear deranged
But you're blood outta stone
You're mutton dressed as lamb
'Cause you're blood outta stone
At least I've got an aim, chick
Blood outta stone
But I'm working to an aim
10.How I Wrote 'Elastic Man'
Lyricist：Hanley Stephen, Riley Marc, Scanlan Craig Antony, Smith Mark
Edward
I'm eternally grateful to my past influences
But they will not free me, I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
Life should be full of strangeness like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day, I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck, a mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug
I'm living a fake, people say, 'You are entitled to and great'
But I haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
His last work was 'Space Mystery' in the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired, I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse but in the town
They'll stop me in the shoppes
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile and they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
11.Life Just Bounces
Lyricist：Stephen Hanley, Craig Scanlon, Mark Smith
Doctor Boring had a relationship with the drug company too
And I am half related to the softness group
PLC, on TV today somebody claimed their dog
Had been molested by a textile chemist
But life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
The prescription's filled but I'm unsure of its contents
I sit back with a tight grip, retina amazed
But life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
And green grow the hedgerows along the walls
And I see that my problems are really small
(Here's no rock group)
Come alive, brown varnish, mauve
London is full of people leaving their homes
They got lacquered lamps in their beds and in their rooms
And the cops say, don't you dare leave your home
I'll tell ya, life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
And life just bounces, so don't you get worried at all
And Doctor Boring says you are very ill
And your top-knot is in the region of your soul
I was in a vortex I was headed for a fall
I'll tell ya, life just bounces so don't you get worried at all
And all music bounces, so don't you get worried at all
12.Totally Wired
Lyricist：Stephen Hanley, Mark Riley, Craig Antony Scanlan, Mark Smith
I'm totally wired
Totally wired
I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Can't you see
A butterfly stomach 'round ground？
I drank a jar of coffee
And I took some of these
And I'm totally wired
Totally wired
I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Life leaves you surprised
Slaps you in the eyes
If I were a communist
A rich man would bale me
The opposite applies
The morning light
Another fresh fight
Another row, right, right, right, right
And I'm totally wired
Just totally wired
I'm totally biased
Totally wired
You don't have to be weird to be wired
You don't have to be an American brand
You don't have to be strange to be strange
You don't have to be weird to be weird
But I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Just totally wired
I'm totally wired
My heart and I agree
My heart and I agree
I'm irate, peeved, irate, peeved, irate, bad state
Bad state
'Cos I'm totally wired
Totally wired
Just totally wired
Totally wired
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
And I'm always worried
13.Cloud Of Black
Lyricist：Smith Mark Edward
It's stifled, it's jealousy
Plots behind my back
Are all in it？
Cloud of black
Cloud of black
North west territories
Wake up pressurized
Every day
In low lying lands
The sight every day
Is cloud of gray
(Take me back to the old east, baby)
For silver eyes
(Cloud of gray)
Lasering my back
Cloud of black
Wake up mesmerized
(Crumbling in the skies)
Wake up mesmerized
Crumbling in the skies
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of white
See a cloud of gray
See a cloud of black
Cloud of white
Cloud of white
And I'll have it in a cold glass please
And not a red hot one
Cloud is gone
Cloud is gone
Cloud of black
Cloud of black
14.On My Own
Lyricist：Smith Mark (gb), Spizz, Tesco Nick
All the streets are blue
And be shadowed today
On my own, walking in sub rain
The street looks good today
Good luck to all that sail
On the buses going the wrong way
I'm on my own
On my own
Sat in the street
All the advertisements
Walk round a corner
Padded junk mail and bills
In a big pile delay
The blue street is looking good on my way
What do I see？
Cause I'm on my own, again
And I'm on my own
I'm on my own
The steps look different today
On my own
On my own
The government
The government is Blair's
But I'm walking down the street
And the web feather sound too red
I'm on my own
I'm spoken for, no
'Cause I'm on my own again
Take a left to street of dark and blue
'Cause on my own again
I'm on my own
Streets filled with foam
And they say 'It's a great day today
In the city of the quiet'
15.Big New Prinz
Lyricist：Stephen Hanley, Craig Antony Scanlan, Marcia Schofield, Mark
Smith
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rock the record
Rockin' records
The guy's rock records
Big priest
Rockin' records
Rock the records
Rock rock records
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Big priest
He is not appreciated
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for big priest
Rock the records
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's rock record
He is not appreciated
Drink the long draught down
Drink the long
Drink the long for big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big priest
Drink the long
Drink the long draught
Drink the long draught for the big priest
Check the record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
Check the record
Check the guy's track record
He is not appreciated
Rock the records
Rock the records
Rockin' records
Big prinz
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rockin' records
Rockin' rec
16.Dead Beat Descendant
Lyricist：Smith Brix, Smith Mark Edward
Shout
Here's a dance that is pure hell, enter at your peril
Take five dead beat steps, do a stroll
Act like you just got outta jail
You must be repellent dance dead beat descendant
Dead beat descendant
Shout
Come back here
Oh, come back here
Turn left shout and shout, come back here
Then hot tail it right outta there
You are now descendant
You are a now descendant
Dead beat descendant
Shout
Make out your head is in a bell
And you got a man on your trail
And you are descendant
Of a vicious criminal
Dead beat descendant's
Dawn, dawn
17.Noel's Chemical Effluence
Lyricist：Mark Smith
Noel's chemical effluence
We were going right through the Alps
When we picked up this fabulous scent
Of Noel's Chemical Effluence
Noel's chemical effluence
There was a fuss about the elements
Waiting for the keyboards as ever
The firmament of it is going out the exit
Noel's chemical effluence
There's an inherent disease
Goes with an inbalance of the juices
In the brain that in transit
Causes one to envisage white faces
As if spiked by mescalin
Noel's chemical effluence
And we're going right through the Alps
Look what happened at the lodge
Look what happened at the castle
Look at the red-purple vomit stream
From the bed, angled right into the bathroom
On the finger of your banker
(Bound)
And when all else fails
We can always blow your whistle
In work, in pleasure, I'll come for you
The abdominizer, in excellence
18.Putta Block
Lyricist：Hanley Stephen, Riley Marc, Scanlan Craig Antony, Smith Mark
Edward
What a dynamic entrance
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
This I hear on a train
This I hear on a train
We had salmon on a bus
At Epsom, no races lost
We don't bet, we just take
We don't bet, we just take
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Got a check from the worlds
Go and put a block on the works
Listen boys and girls
Just closer
On the clommererds
Just close off the words
Put a block on the words
The nine unknown men knew this
The nine unknown men knew this
Three sorts, the first along Louie's life
The second, the complete restructure of your pretentious life
Three, the only reason you know this
Is that it was well documented, but I say
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
Put a block on the words
19.Married, Two Kids
Was in a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Now in 1992
In a hotel in Notting Hill Gate
Abject
I'm too busy to think
I'm too busy to work
Just cannot cut it
Married, two kids
Married, two kids
I pretend to go to work
I pretend to go to work
Got a porta-fax
Aftershave that smells like mustard
I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids
Two pints of lager do me in
And 'The Spirit of Man'
Is a pub I go in
I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids
Have a peculiar
Goatish smell
Am a long-winded article
I'm married, two kids
Married, two kids
20.'Chicago, Now!'
Lyricist：Smith Mark Edward
Do you work hard？
Do you work hard？
You don't
You don't
You don't
Chicago, now!
Do you work hard？
Do you try hard？
You don't
Chicago, now!
All is commission time
Commission C.T. time
Set down, setting down
C.T., C.T. time
Chicago, now!
Work hard
Do you try hard？
Dear crew
Try hard
Chicago, now!
That's it, you don't
That's it, you don't
Chicago, now!
Chicago, now!
Step down
Setting down, just setting down
See their butt all over the street
You just go up and meet
Just setting down
Chicago, now!
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-ho
21.Ladybird
And there's a big concert going down in this town
People cannot see society had broken down
I sat upon the green grass but it just brought me down
And the wife said 'get up' and it just brought me round
Fly ladybird, get right outta town
Use your transparent wings
Ladybird fly, fly ladybird
Green grass was purple black and speckled all around
Round the ring, this croat town
The gas was obnoxious
It made me settle down, so I sat down
And the guy said 'get up' and it just brought me down
Fly ladybird, ladybird flee
Get right outta town, use your transparent wings
Above the leaping flames, get right outta here
Flee ladybird, ladybird fly
Pomerania is burning down.
Your family is gone, shot dead
Get right out of it
See the epaulette
Death： to let
Small change attached
I thought it was there but it just brought me down
Ripped the magazine open, it brought me round
Green grass was clear in the boundary zone
Grass faded into wimpy brick in the ground
Mother's somewhere in pomerania, but pomerania is burning down
Ein kleine meisterwork, settled in my bones
Fly! fly ladybird
Get right off the ground
Use your transparent wings
Get right outta here
22.The Birmingham School Of Business School
The car is at the roundabout
The policeman is at the roundabout
But I'm full of surprises now
And my friend, he said I'm full of surprises now
Let me tell you about scientific management
And the theft of its concealment
The Birmingham School of Business School
In Birmingham
It's main theme
Weave a web so magnificent
Disguise in the art of conceit
Give a very firm handshake
And take the bastards for everything that they rate
The Birmingham Business School of Business School
Deposits prisoner robotics
Home to their wives Stepford
Case-carrying
Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
In the heart of Britain
The big heart of England
The Birmingham School of Business School
Hitching
Blazers
Builders
Tryna find a job
The jumped up prats
Birmingham Business School
The Birmingham School of Business School
Birmingham School of Business School
Laughing-stock of European
Olympic bidding again and again
Exciting developments
The Birmingham School of Business School X4
23.An Older Lover Etc
You'd better take an older lover X6
You'll soon get tired of her
To take an older lover
Get ready for old stories
Of teenage sex
From the early sixties
Under cover
Behind office desks
Old divorces
Children's faces
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Or take an older lover
You'll soon get tired of her
(She'll shag you out on the table)
Dear girls
Doctor Annabel lies! X3
You raced before
It's been done
Tripped and stepped on
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
Or take a younger monster
But deserve better
You'd better take a younger lover
You'd better take a younger lover
You'll miss your older lover
Her love was like your Mother's
With added attractions
You'd better take a younger lover X4
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take an older lover
You'd better take a younger lover
Doctor Annabel lies! X4
On the colour page
French fries spread on her face
On the future autolytic enzyme son
24.2 X 4
He was agin the rich
He was agin the poor
He was against all trepidation
He was agin the rich
On the loose again
He was agin the rich
There's a new fiend on the loose
On the back of the exhaust clip
Clipped on rich and poor alike
Come to roost again once more
Ol' Nick doesn't go from digs to digs no more
Hit him on the head with a 2 by 4
Nowadays he has a Georgian glazed porch
Used table leg to club son in law
New fiend in your home again
He said show me my quarters and glasses
There's a new fiend on the loose
Jolting in his tradition
It's a fear of the obtuse
He's got patents on the moaning
25.Birthday
Had a birthday yesterday, she cried
Took off her glasses, let her hair down and sighed
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came？ Woe, woe
Took the invitations to her friends
They were too busy, doing other things
Told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came？ Woe, woe
She took the decorations from the wall
It was the ladder loose that made her fall
She told them all at work about her day
How is it no-one came？ Woe, woe
26.How I Wrote 'Elastic Man'
Lyricist：Hanley Stephen, Riley Marc, Scanlan Craig Antony, Smith Mark
Edward
I'm eternally grateful to my past influences
But they will not free me, I am not diseased
All the people ask me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
Life should be full of strangeness like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day, I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck, a mental wretch
Everybody asks me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
His soul hurts though it's well filled up
The praise received is mentally sent back or taken apart
The Observer magazine just about sums him up
E.g. self-satisfied, smug
I'm living a fake, people say, 'You are entitled to and great'
But I haven't wrote for 90 days
I'll get a good deal and I'll go away
Away from the empty brains that ask
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
His last work was 'Space Mystery' in the Daily Mail
An article in Leather Thighs
The only thing real is waking and rubbing your eyes
So I'm resigned to bed
I keep bottles and comics stuffed by its head
Fuck it, let the beard grow
I'm too tired, I'll do it tomorrow
The fridge is sparse but in the town
They'll stop me in the shoppes
Verily they'll track me down
Touch my shoulder and ignore my dumb mission
And sick red faced smile and they will ask me
And they will ask me
How I wrote 'Elastic Man'
27.Last Nacht
Lyricist：Rogers Simon Alan, Smith Mark Edward
Ich leave real quick das Bremen Nacht
Child's four finger bruises on my hip
Could only in one way fail to depress
This on drinks door did I lay
I have been one day possessed
It's still there though I am gone
But I will be a long long time gone
But my spirit will in accident
Go back and come from Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach aus Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach aus Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach aus Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach das Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach aus Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach das Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach das Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach aus das Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach aus Bremen Nacht
Ich rausum mach das Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach das Bremen Nacht
Ich raus schnell mach aus das Bremen Nacht
Bremen Nacht
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