1.Moriaty's Last Stand
Well you know what I mean
But you just don't know that you know and it's starting to kill
you
Well there's a thousand heartbreaks dead at your door
And they wouldn't take money to be you
Lazy old girl caught in the swirl of lasts nights invitation
You make me want to gnaw on a bone
And my jaw is in very much need of attention
I'm sorry my dear but your future's unclear
And I don't have time to love you
There's a dirty old ghost making the most
Dying on the floor above you
I speculate on why you look great
I never was good with words
But you spent half the time looking behind
And I spent it looking forwards
La la...
Well the stars were pink and the knickers were few
And the whole place smelled of boredom
And you would've gone home with the prettiest boy
Well you would've but you couldn't afford him
In sixteen months you've only smiled once
And you didn't need an invitation
You fell up the stairs the wrong way round
But I didn't have the heart to mention
I'm sorry my dear but your future's unclear
And I don't have time to love you
There's a dirty old ghost making the most
Dying on the floor above you
I speculate on why you look great
I never was good with words
But you spent half the time looking behind
And I spent it looking forwards
La la...
2.Nobody's Favourite Actor
This place was once a home,
But now you're gone.
Gone like the sun,
You took away,
It was coming, so they say.
This boy and his heavy heart,
Were feeling small.
Kicking around the leaves,
It seems,
We're so vacant, after all.
There's nothing more to say,
Let me sleep these dreams away,
We'll check out soon.
Me and the Belle,
She knows me so well,
She don't want my soul,
She's not in enthral.
Oh, find me place,
A discounted space,
A hole in the ground,
Nobody's favourite now.
This night,
This pretty light,
With my best friends.
Keeping the hounding dogs away,
From my window,
Night and day.
This place was once a home
But now it's still
All of the stars are sleeping low
On my broken windowsill
Won't you let me be
Just the old has-beens and me
I'll check out soon
Rolling in style
Be gone for a while
A million and one
Has-beens in the sun
Pretending to care
Going nowhere
Floating around
Nobody's favourite now
Well there's nothing more to say
Let me sleep these dreams away
And won't you let me be
Just the old has-beens and me
We'll check out soon
Rolling in style
Be gone for a while
A million and one
Has-beens in the sun
Pretending to care
Oh going nowhere
Just floating around
Nobody's favourite... now
3.Ella's In The Band
My baby's in the kitchen on a big red trombone
I'm in the bedroom on the cursed phone.
Everybody laughs when the band goes too slow,
Meeting every Tuesday in a club in Soho.
I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
Paul's in the hall with the bedroom plaything,
Wishing he could give her a damn good thrashing.
Everybody cries 'Well, good for you Paul'.
We never liked her very much at all
I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
I'm just swinging on magic shoes
Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose.
I'm just finding my own way there
So I lost my voice and I grew my hair
Brother John's long gone,
Keeps his nose clean
He's sucking on a black and white TV screen.
Says he got a girl and a paper (paid for？) memory,
Pictures on the wall and a dog named Henry
I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
Ella's in the band but she's always solo,
Dressed in rags and covered in dayglo,
Banging on the drums like a big white throwback,
Screaming all the while at her husband poor Jack.
I'm just dreaming of Rockafeller Plaza.
I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
Might just split and go half as slow.
And me, your dog and your one man show.
I'm just swinging on magic shoes
Got three wee chords, and I just can't lose.
I'm just finding my own way there
So I lost my voice and I grew my hair
I'm just waiting for pigs to fly.
Got coke yeah, brains and no reason why.
Might just split and go half as slow.
And me, your dog and your one man show.
4.The Gutterati？
Lyricist：John Lawler
Well, I was chasing down flies and shooting up women
Trying to get the whole thing straight in my head
Lookin' for a girl who'd come with me swimming
And come and play tunes at the end of my bed
And all the hardmen were drinkin' down petrol
I'm bamming up the girls when in came the law
Heading for the door and getting tongue tied
When they asked me what exactly I saw
So I'll get some Monte Christos
And we can all go see the band
Well, I may not be a looker, yeah
But I'll help you any way I can
Well I'm back at my room I was making me nervous
Then I watched TV and picking my feet
Wishing I was pretty and burning my shoes
Wishing for once I'd kept the receipt
I called myself and wondered out loud
I tried to get the whole thing straight in my head
I left the tape running and played it back twice
But I couldn't make sense of what I had said
So I'll get some Monte Christos
And we can all go see the band
Well, I may not be a looker, yeah
But I'll help you any way I can, alright
Well, it may not make you handsome
And it may not even make you feel alive
You may not have the ransom
But you can always count on this
It's him and them and she and me
Sick and muddy, everybody
So I'll get some Monte Christos
And we can all go see the band
Well, I may not be a looker, yeah
But I'll help you any way I can
And you can bring your wasters banjo
Bring your sister and her friend Diane
Well, I may not have a big boys pistol
But I'll help them any way I can
And you can call me Cinderella
Call me your best man
Well, you may be a right old queen
But I'll help you any way I can, alright
It's alright
5.Got Ma Nuts From A Hippie
Lyricist：John Lawler
Well, I met her in a bar
The men with big guitars were playin'
And I listened with my ears
But I couldn't hear what she was sayin'
I guess she talked with her mind
But didn't want to seem to unkind so I just laughed
And kept my eyes peeled to the door
Wondering what I was there for
But it's alright, and it's alright
And it's alright, and it's alright
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
Well, I asked if she believed
In Adam and Eve, the fable
And I guess she would've given me an answer
If only she was able
And she danced like a medicine man
Drew a crazy picture on my hand and told me
She wanted to change my point of view
Asked me where I was going to
But it's alright, and it's alright
And it's alright, and it's alright
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
Well, she whispered in my ear
â½We got to get us out of here to the countryâ
I asked her for a ride she took me aside
She said, â½Try meâ
I thought I'm gonna wake pretty soon
In the middle of a Sunday afternoon just dreamin'
And it was warm in the back of her van
When she made me a real man
She made me cry
She made me cry
She made me cry
She made me cry
But it's alright, and it's alright
And it's alright, and it's alright
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
I got ma nuts from a hippy
In a camper van on Saturday night
6.Milk ＆ Money
Lyricist：John Paul Lawler
Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window, tearing down the hall
And the last chance girl in a first dance swirl
Lays her head down on the wooden floor won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone？
And the last song plays down at Babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal？
It's a very confusing way to feel
The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one, always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothing's getting in there, no one's getting through
And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone？
And the last song plays down at Babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal？
It's a very confusing way to feel
7.Cigarello
Lyricist：John Lawler
Everybody's giving me a hand me down
For my cigarello of yellow and brown
Everybody wants me to be there side show
A brown 'n yellow cigarello dancing under your window
Filthy rag dolls in the bed
I can't listen to what they said
Don't get silly don't get so sick
Get some trousers and get some quick
All the wasters they come in threes
Honey, that's no excuse to tease
Is this your house do you live here？
You're not as sick as you appear
In the day
Though your dumb
In a way
And everybody's giving me a hand me down
For my cigarello of yellow and brown
Everybody wants me to be there side show
A brown 'n yellow cigarello dancing under your window
Can we watch movies on your TV
Don't have to get dressed just for me
We could stay home and get drunk quick
I could wear your dress and your lipstick
Or we could go out and steal a car
Both get loaded and drive real far
Is this your house do you live here？
You're not as sick as you appear
In the day
Though your dumb
In a way
And everybody's giving me a hand me down
For my cigarello of yellow and brown
Everybody wants me to be there side show
A brown 'n yellow cigarello dancing under your window
And everybody's giving me a hand me down
For my cigarello of yellow and brown
Everybody wants me to be there side show
A brown 'n yellow cigarello dancing under your window
And everybody's giving me a hand me down
For my cigarello of yellow and brown
Everybody wants me to be there side show
A brown 'n yellow cigarello dancing under your window
8.3 Skinny Girls
Lyricist：John Paul Lawler
3 skinny girls were there when I woke up
They brought me brown toast and tea
Said they knew all about me
All flashlight pearls and covered in make up
They shaved my eyelids so small
And let me dance with them all
My cheap hotel was making me lonely
I drank till past three o'clock
I couldn't think straight or talk
3 skinny girls was all that I wished for
To rub my belly and head
And come and sleep in my bed
They made me breakfast
Cornflakes and beer
They blew my noses
And they told me
I'm just a boy with an average kinda face
Thick brown curls and I live in a smelly place
I was alone in my wasted head
Now there's 3 skinny girls lying in my bed, oh, yeah
Well, now my girl lets talk about you now
You look so undignified like your pet angel just died
3 skinny girls left me on Sunday, just me
And my lonely room left me some sweet macaroon
They made me breakfast
Cornflakes and beer
They blew my noses
And they told me
I'm just a boy with an average kinda face
Thick brown curls and I live in a smelly place
I was alone in my wasted head
Now there's three skinny girls lying in my bed, oh, yeah
9.Stacie Anne
Lyricist：John Lawler
How can the things she said all possibly be true？
That everything I ever got I give to you
Is this a bam up？ Oh, 'cause this is sick you know
You know I'll break your fingers then I'll break yer toes
You know, my dealer takes me everywhere he goes
He got a pure white tan, yes, he's my every man
Don't make me sink my teeth into yer bloody nose
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, on the backseat
He said, 'You've been stealing my best moves now for days'
I could've killed you in so many different ways
But you're so funny and I kinda like your band
I hate these cunts from London they don't try enough
They think they're mental 'cause they've tried harder stuff
But they're just rich kids, yes, all in a fucking mess
I tried to kiss her but she's looking pretty rough and
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, on the backseat
Oh, my dearest, won't you let us
Be my nearest don't forget us lye, la, la, lye？
Ella said, 'You'd gladly give us
Everything but won't forgive us lye, la, la, lye '
10.Cuntry Boys ＆ City Girls
Lyricist：John Lawler
I said, 'I don't get out too much', I said
She said, 'You said I said two times instead'
I said, 'Oh please, please, please no
You'er just not funny ya know'
So stick around here for a week or three or four
I passed out one time by your door
It was twenty to four but I just can't be sure
Cinderella, Cinderella, she's my very kind of fella
Part right, half wrong, oh you know it won't be too long
And oh you know we country boys are only after sex and noise
Take me, shake me, I'm a real mess, oh yes
I love the way you city girls dress even though your head's in a
mess
Well, it was some kind of house by some kind of road
With some kind of peculiar dress code
All the boys had no style not one girl did she smile
I said, 'You're making me itch', she said, 'Don't'
I said, 'I'll try my best', she said, 'I know that you won't'
Now it's time to go home while I was chewing her bone
Baby doll, baby doll, climbing on the bedroom wall
Got no real friends at all, maybe she's a mother or two
But I think she's into you
Take me home take me home, call my mother on the phone
Ella was her name when I left but now she is Rose
Got no fingers or toe's
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
Cinderella, Cinderella, she's my very kind of fella
Part right, half wrong, oh you know it won't be too long
And oh you know we country boys are only after sex and noise
Take me, shake me, I'm a real mess, oh yes
I love the way you city girls dress even though your head's in a
mess
Baby doll, baby doll, climbing on the bedroom wall
Got no real friends at all, maybe she's a mother or two
But I think she's into you
Take me home take me home, call my mother on the phone
Ella was her name when I left but now she is Rose
Got no fingers or toe's
Lost them everywhere that she goes, now
11.Dirty Barry Stole The Bluebird
Lyricist：John Paul Lawler
He stole it, he stole it, he crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard, he rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly and not so much as a halo, oh, yeah, lo
His favorite color was black because
He stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And one fine day, now it was typical
I was wonderful, he was critical
He lived down my street, owned a Jaguar
No matter where you are that's a girlies car
All around you, he never seen a word
He's always out of work, he's never seen a word
Got no gyro, he didn't need it though
He stole cars, you know
Though he had the sneakiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die, didn't try
Well, oh my
And all the girls were weeping when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
Go to bed, oh, instead
He stole it, he stole it, he crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard, he rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly and not so much as a halo, oh, yeah, lo
His favorite color was black because
He stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
And he chased them right down, from the batting cage
So we could catch him up, smash his pretty face
Bang, bang, bang, bang with the bluebird
And we were getting tanned by an armed band
He sped away past the studio
The cigarillo and the fratellio
We got wasted then we went to bed
Got the train instead
Though he had the cheekiness to lie
Such a lazy way to die, didn't try
Well, oh, my
(well, oh, my)
And all the girls were weeping when we said
That their bluebird days were dead
Were dead, oh, instead, oh, instead
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He stole it, he stole it, he crossed the wires
And flipped the bastard, he rigged it, he rigged it
His face was ugly and not so much as a halo oh, yeah, lo
His favorite color was black because
He stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
He swiped it, he swiped it
And we don't care because we got us a payroll and banjo
His favorite color was black because
He stole it, he stole it, he stole it, he stole it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
12.All Along The Watchtower
'There must be some kind of way out of here'
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief
Businessman, they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth, none will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth, hey, hey
'No reason to get excited'
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late, hey
Hey
All along the watchtower princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too but huh
Outside in the cold distance, a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching and the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Got to beware, got to beware, I will
Yeah, ooh, baby
All along the watchtower
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