1.Lay Of The Land
Lay
Lay
Lay
Armageddon
This beautiful tree
Boo hoo
Give up living
Ample
Eye
They give in
On the buses, up the stair
By the television
Pretend to learn
Where's the lay of the land
My son
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The last briton on the street
He's in a radio fuzz
He's dead and beat
No longer reflects our daft fate
We'll leave this city
Hit a quick coach, take the town in surrey
There's no-one here but crooks and death
Kerb-crawlers,of the worst order
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
Eldritch house
With green moss
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Tiles drip from its roof
Home secretary has a weird look
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
The good book of john
Surrounds the son
Sound of ordinary on the waves
Italic scribble on horizon
When the height of culture is a bad stew
Space bores, government disorder
Indian clerk, low-calorie drink
Where's the lay of the land
Where children circle in cycles
Giving jokes ad lib
By bearded writers
Who defected to
Higher realms
Advertising realms
Where's the lay of the land
My son
What's the lie of the land
My son
(people laughing..people fighting..people watching)
Between the ticker and the mind lies an air-block of wind
2.2 By 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
3.Copped It
Said i ain't no millionaire
But i spent more money than one ever seen
I'm gonna change that scene one day
It's what you're supposed to say
Hey hey hey hey
Can't get far in land of immovable frogs
Can't get far in home of horrible hoax
And you don't last long on a diet of tea and toast
Hey hey hey
And i'm singing the song cause i copped it baby
I steal what i have
Confessions confessions
Bring detractors
Keeping shtum
Brings dough and attractions
Costello, ideas trenchant borrows
New song benefactor
Is the past tomorrow
Sing, sing a song
I'm singing the song cause i copped it baby
Don't last long
There's guns behind you
Aura of desparate boot licker
And you can't hang on with a cuff of him and girl
I'm singing a song cause i copped it baby
Taking out a policy for love and destruction
Can't operate with this vexation
Say it again, real real gone
I know i've copped but i'm not the only one.
It ain't what you do it's the way that you do it
4.Elves
When will the good scotch return？
In all its scarred, splendor,
When will the price of scotch come down？
Here's him in nearly '85
Hanging around with pop scum
It's not the business i despise
On this train, extended ride
It's the scotch end of the market now
And steel glasses
And bad music corpses
Cannot hide the new rock scum
Spitting on what's good and gone
Spitting on what's good and gone
When will the price of scotch come down？
Arrangement before job done
Alignment before job done
Assignment before song sung
Alignment before job done
All of this fantastic league's against me
The fantastic is in league against me
Tin-can rattle on the path
The cat black runs round the tree
The siamese reached the shore
The siamese reached the shore
No never, no never no more
Will i trust the elves of dunsimore (repeated)
5.Oh! Brother
[mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's
blocked, rout]
Oh! little brother
We are in a mess
Don't look at me that way
Don't put me to the test
When i first saw you
People said：
'he scrutinised a little monster'
Now everyone is disinformation
Disinformation
Disinformation
He says：
'won't you give me one more chance？'
'i'm not a communist'
Disinformation x 3
[mecass, the mass, decline, domain, relan, drazan, my heart's
blocked, rout]
Oh! little brother
We are in a mess
Don't look at me that way
Your reject is a mess
There's always
Someone beside you
And there's always
Someone in your arms
Oh! little brother
If only i had known
Then i might not
Be alone x4
6.Draygo's Guilt
I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life
Chorus：
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still
How long is long in a hellish place？
And dreams today are draining us dry
And i proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles
Chorus
A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but
Chorus
Sit still
Hate from the hills
And all the bands still dream of photo-draygo
The county of lancs dreams of photo-draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-draygo
But
Chorus
Hate from the hills
How many times do i have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold
7.God Box
Mes：it's good that one innit. what is it？
Bes：it's something i'm working on
Mes：right
Couldn't handle, had to be
I turned on us tv
Early empires sleeping, pacific time frame
Redhead skinny with back leg-brace
He danced behind a singer
Who sung just like god box
Chorus：
God box
Gimme god box
I say god box
God box, early
Tube stop, lazy
Cut off, early
God box
Gimme god box
I said
God box
Narco tube stops
Gimme god box
I was taken under the sea
The water coming in over me
I'm gulping water under the lake
Oh my god give me sleep, inundate
Chorus
Thousand evils indefinitely
Wonb shapes by a cold sea
At 9, uk time
We dropped off before god box documentary
8.Clear Off!
When the off license asks
I've been 2 months
Checks the crack
On their forehead
Should comb a hair
Over that
And these czech shoes
Are a bloody reminder
And this town
Is not much different
The clothes, the stooped appearance
Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant
I still remember
The white leafy border
The scheiss in winter
Over the hill
Goes killer civil servant
There's a song she had before
Borough town
That had the snappy rejoinder
Who's there？
What's wrong？
Clear off!
9.C.r.e.e.p.
He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months--his stance a familiar hunch
It's that same slouch - you had the last time he came around
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch
C.r.e.e.p. cr e.e.p.
Black saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
In the presence, of this ugly gawk,
Is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(with hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)
Cr e.e.p. c.r.e.e.p. (3 times)
From the bright sun, he came one fine morn
'populist' - as well in his class at least
But then came real age, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)
C.r.e.ep. c.r.e.e.p.
C.r. eep c.r.e.e.p
Cr e.e.p. - cr e.e.p. cr e.e.p. - cr e.ep (2 times)
And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay)
He likes abc! (c.r.ee.p.)
C.r.ee.p. cr.e.e.p. (2 times)
Creep!
10.Pat-trip Dispenser
He moves slow at the petrol stop
It's pat the trip dispenser
He came with solvent in his hair
The trip dispenser
Spine-fuhrer of hoboken
It's pat the trip dispenser
Friend of syndicate of sound
Pigeon toed band
Mcginty thought he could fool the fall
With his imitation speeds
But he had not accounted for the psychic nose
He did not know there are no big shots on the rock
And even if there were, mcginty would not be among them
His head was full of icy calm
A clarity of nothing
It's pat the trip dispenser
He paid at the generic supermarket
With paper
With paper
It's pat the trip dispenser
11.Slang King
You feel depressed 'cause you've missed the day
Then you have to go to the hall
Whip wire
Whip wire
Hawk man
Slip down easy
Don't make me a go-between
This is mr. and mrs. smith
To whom you are speaking
Slang king
Words from a cheap man
Part-paid type who got his style
From a press treatise
2 pound 50
Bottle of brut and nausea
Magazine
It's no longer a journey down the road for him
It is now escape route
Bright, turn off sign
Swing, 14, turns off, between
Swingo greets lime green receptionist
All here is ace, all here is ace, all here is ace
Escape route
Caca-phony
Slang king
Swoop swoop
Foll media krieg, for his honour's binge
During his scandinavian stint
He said hi to horst, the viking
Hi lo-l-lord swingo
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a british shop
Swoop scoop
Slang king
At a british shop
Take it down easy
During a lull in his attack
3 little girls with only 50 pence
Had to take, had to put
The curly wurly back
Swoop swoop, scoop scoop
Slip down easy
Slip away at court or him and his bloody mother
We'll go together
Sugar down
Slip down easy
Hyper!
Slang king
Watch, the word had right
Biz by word processor
We'll go together, slip down down away
Hyper, with the young designers
The young designers are always there
Always wanted to be there
Slip down, caca-phony
Whip wire, whip wire
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down easy, sugar
Slip down away, sugar
Hawkman, whip wire, whip wire
Slang king
12.Bug Day
First off
You've got ze answer
Bug day
Bug day
Midges - midges hovered over the heather
3 moths shivered
Green moths shivered
Cockroaches moldered in the ground
Tonguehorns belched fire
So, fleed at sea
Terrors hit water
Minoa said 'eek'
Minoa said 'eek'
Sea reaffirms some things
We learned some things
People behave very wrong
Create company
Green is starboard, back
Left is port, there
Old continental women
Coffee cups poised on front
Facing up to the sea is a very hard thing
Facing up to sea is a v. hard thing
Anything is better than bug day
Bug day
Bug day
Bug day
But day
Bug day
Anything is better than bug day
Bug day
Bug day
13.Stephen Song
It was a thing with a head like a spud ball
It was a song, the song we were looking for
I always have to state to myself
It has nothing to do with me
He has nothing
He is not me
(his vendetta parchment)
Floating grey abundance
Against my palace of conscience
(our hero deeply loved
Moonlit walked past privet and wide-leaved foliage)
I'll tell you of the rats in this world
Fawning in place with the face
Men coming between each other
For the sake of a two-minute urge
(it is headless)
Worth $5 in london
And cursed anon.
Our hero, still deeply loved
Moonlit walks past privet and wide leaved
It was no more a net of mesh
It was class
He did not blink a lid
He braced his self-imposed gorgeous adult net
And breeze
And it was class
And no no-man's land
Ever had this？
Their follies are strong liberation
14.Craigness
Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Ooo-ar
T'pau
(mind moving fast is mad
Mind moving slow is sane)
He sports the maroon flares
Mind moving slow is sane
Mind moving fast is mad
Mind left stopped he's got
Writer in bed insane
Clutches pen in hand
The scrawl he wrote
Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Her shadow face
Mind moving slow is sane
Mind moving fast is mad
Mind left stopped he's got
Neighbour downstairs with one eye
Co-habs with a mass of blonde curls
Their babe cries
15.Disney's Dream Debased
The day the dream went right back to base
There was blood on the ground
Blood on the sand
Blood all around
Tracks of the ride of the bright murder hawk
The day the dream debased and went home
And the people did mill to those adrenaline rails
And everything stopped
The nurses climbed up
Our face paled
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased
Saw a mouse, who flapped at my wife
And she told him what
And she told him what had gone down
Who then did not know the extent of the show
Disney
And dopey and mickey, brer and pluto
Secretly prayed
And there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
Was the day disney's dream debased
Disney
Dark glasses on western union
Man the gates
The dream, an innocent meets her fate
Far away from appalachia and the city hate
The day x3
When there was no doubt at all
No maybe about it
It was the day the dream debased
Disney
I remembered it from
The back of my mind
The tune that i wrote
In fallen dreams
Anthem to
Creator of all that had stopped
So there was no doubt at all
No two ways about it
It was the day the dream debased
16.No Bulbs
I'm hunting and i'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat
No belts in this flat
The former tenant was anti-corporal-punish
Meant well, but it came to nothing
A light has just gone out
A bulb has just gone out
No belts in this flat
No bulbs in this flat
In need of white lamp
They say damp records the past
If that's soi've got the biggest library yet
The biggest library yet.
[ on b sides, adds：
At the end of my tether
I destroyed years of hippie craft
Cut up the match ship
And a string woollen chandelier or something
No belts in this flat
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat
In need of white lamp
A bulb has just gone out
And the only light i have found
Is the original with a set square neck
Laying out cool dwellings
For the next briton in the evening
The apartment he has made
He's genius in allocation of space
In need of white lamp
No lights in this dump
Not like this place
You need light here even in the morning
Compared to this st. petersburg was nothing
In need of white lamp
No light in this dump
In need of black strap
No belts in this flat
I'm huntin' and i'm tryna find
A belt in the early morn
When your home is a trash mount
Look all over but you're right out
In need of black strap
In need of white lamp
No belts in this flat
No lights in this dump]
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