1.Happiness And Penniless
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
Well, he's watching all the wealthy folk on his way to work
Saturday's so far away, there's so much shit to shirk
He's gotta keep his chin up, he's gotta keep his nerve
But he just wants to skin up and sit down
And flaming will sod those who he serves
'Cause what's the use of money
If you've got no time to use it？
He don't wanna sell his life to you
You know, he'd rather have his time than a bob or two
But you can't find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man
And now he's unemployed, he lives off milk and bread
His graduate account is so far in the red
He listened to his heart when he should have used his head
He suffers for his art, he's so skint
His tenancy is hanging by a thread
And now he's got the time
But he hasn't got the money
To do the things that people do
But still he'd rather have his time than a bob or two
But you can't find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man
All of his money is gone
(All of his money has gone)
What did he spend it all on？
(What did he spend it all on？)
He's never had so much fun
(He's never had so much fun)
All of his money is gone
(All of his money has gone)
Oh no now my last penny has been spent
Still my life is heaven sent
'Cause I've got my friends to help me through this time
I'll repay you in the end, don't you worry
I promise you I'll pay you back with time
Find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man
Find the money for your rent
(All his money is gone)
Find the money for your rent
2.So This Is Great Britain？
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
So this is Great Britain
And welcome aboard
A sinking ship that's full of shit
And someone nicked the oars
With failing false economy
And anti-punk autonomy
Our once unique Identity's
Been washed from our shores
This is Great Britain
And these are our whores
David and Victoria
There's hope for us all
You can rule Britannia
The media will marry you
They build you up and knock you down
Just like the Berlin Wall
In a land of hope and glory
Do we really rule the waves？
The truth is a different story
We're all just a bunch of slaves
Yeah, this is Great Britain
So let's raise a jar
Just look at Georgie Best
And how it got him so far
The prince of pleasure lost his crown
By getting high and getting down
The alcoholic anti-hero's
Visibly scarred
Come on Great Britain
Let's sleep around
Sex is so much funnier
You better spread it around
It really is infectious
And your soul is nothing precious
So grab some meat and treat your loins
To that by which they're bound
In a land of hope and glory
Do we really rule the waves？
The truth is a different story
We're all just a bunch of slaves
Just a bunch of slaves, just a bunch of slaves
We'll soon be state Britain
If our best friends have their way
Just another star upon the flag across the waves
We'll soon be state Britain
If our best friends have their way
Just another star upon the flag across the waves
In a land of hope and glory
Do we really rule the waves？
The truth is a different story
We're all just a bunch of slaves
Just a bunch of slaves, just a bunch of slaves
3.What's The Difference？
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
What's the difference between you and me
You got no mercy, you got no sympathy
Your soul is trapped and mine is free
That's the difference between you and me
I wish that you would just open your mind
Even if it takes up all your precious time
Redirect, earn some respect
Please open your mind
What's the difference between you and me
Your faults and your flaws, you fail to see
Escape your new find, your conscience is lying
That's the difference between you and me
I wish that you would just open your mind
Even if it takes up all your precious time
Redirect your self-respect to someone else but you
Please open your mind
What's the difference between you and me
You got no mercy, you got no sympathy
Your soul is trapped but mine is free
That's the difference between you and me
I wish that you would just open your mind
Realize your soul is not that hard to find
Redirect your self-respect to someone else but you
Please open your mind
Please open your mind
Please open your mind
4.Diamonds And Pearls
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
Well, the clouds in the sky
And your winter clothes are sadly a condition of life
In this land, where the sun is as shy
As long forgotten manners of old
I can't wait for a time
When the summer sun is back up in the sky
We can stay out at night
Forget about the failing light
I wanna walk in the park and smell the freshly cut grass
(Please keep off the grass)
As the summer breeze blows up your skirt, what more can I ask
(I can see your arse)
At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls
While you work on your tan
Traveling from Thailand to Milan
We're in Morris the van
From Bridlington to Camber Sands
You go pick your own fruit and you eat till you end up ill
(We've all had our fill)
We share a tinny or two on top of the hill
(Found my thrill at last)
At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls
Well, the sand in your shoes and your sunburnt toes
May trigger off your summertime blues
Don't be daft, shrug 'em off
'Cause we ain't got a moment to lose
We better hit the arcades
Spend an hour spending our loose change
Give the ghost train a ride
And kiss my future bride not Frankenstein's
We get a lift down the beach with the boys all crammed in the
back
(Boys crammed in the back)
There's barely enough room for the ball and a twenty-four pack
(What more could I ask)
At last I shed my winter clothes
At last I'm over the moon, I'm under the sun
At last I met a girl
Her head full of curls and diamonds and pearls
Diamonds and pearls
Diamonds and pearls
Diamonds and pearls
5.Fuck Ups
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
Look, here comes another man
With another sorry story to tell
And you can bet he'll tell me all about
The time he fell from Heaven to Hell
Well, I don't wanna listen but he tells me all the same
Leave me alone, you're not a dog, I'm not a bone
But you're gonna bury me with your total misery
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I
won't
If I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing is
for sure
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and
beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
Look, here comes another drunk
With a face longer than Bin Laden's
And he has drunk so much alcohol
He can no longer get a hard-on
Not that he'll ever get a chance to use it
Women are intelligent, he is stupid
Lost and lonely he will remain
No amount of alcohol will wash his misery away
And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill
I know for a while I shouldn't, I don't know if I will or I
won't
Will I do or I don't 'cause nothing is for definite and nothing
is for sure
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and
beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
Well, a thirty-three year old grandma
Comes up to me and says
'My family's gonna take over this council estate
If we keep on giving birth at this rate'
'I'm gonna be a great-great-great-grandma
By the age of seventy-five
And I will be clad in fake Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or
alive
I don't care if I'm dead or alive'
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
With their stories and their tears and their cigarettes and
beers
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
I think they're killing me with their grim reality
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
If your live is going wrong, you'd better sing along
All the fucked up fuck ups fucking me up
You fucked up fuck ups
6.Fit For A Fortnight
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
Another night out, another girl on the scene
Tart with a heart, you know the kind I mean
Tell me why it is they all study art
Underage and overdressed, I can't tell them apart
This one over here's got a little something else
All of daddy's money and she fancies herself
Says she's 21, she's probably 16
Got a dirty mouth, at least her teeth are clean
Jack from Tennessee
Makes me think
That every girl I see
Is my cup of tea
Fit for a fortnight
She ain't no good for me
Fit for a fortnight
It's such a shallow scene
Well, I've got the same phrase for any of the boys
Who line up girls like nothing for the choice
Come to the club girl, I'll get you on the list
I'll get myself a new one when I get you on the piss
Think we stand out from the clique
Think we're oh so unique
But the clothes that we wear
Are getting mirrored everywhere
In the morning light
She will realize
That I'm not the kind of boy
That she needs
Fit for a fortnight
That's what she said to me
Fit for a fortnight
It's such a shallow scene
Turns out that I'm not to her taste
Her fickleness was thrown back in my face
14 days since we first met
She's stopped replying to my texts, only fools fall in love
She served up my heart up on a plate
She said I passed myself by day
Guess it serves me right
For all my reckless nights
Calm has come to take me
Out on a date
Fit for a fortnight
That's what she said to me
Fit for a fortnight
It's such a shallow scene
Turns out that I'm not to her taste
Her fickleness was thrown back in my face
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
Fit for a fortnight
7.Nothing For The Kids
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag
I'm gonna run a mile from here
The ASBO generation make this a terror nation
Full of loathing and fear
All the bleary-eyed boys getting high on the low street
While the girls lift clothes down the high street and they say
'Yeah I know, I know it's wrong but I can't be bothered to pay
I got the money but I need it for my dealer today'
And her friends are all the same
And they know it's not right
But they were promised more from this life
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
Shaun has an ASBO, he's only fourteen
He's tired and he's bored with the local police
'They're pricks,' he says, 'I didn't get a second chance
They didn't ask why I did it'
The pigs been seen for puttin' up his heard
While pedophiles playing his neck in the woods
He's got no safety numbers when his ASBO won't allow him
To be hanging around in gangs, what is he to do？
He's been kicked out of school
What a way to fix a fool, we are failing our youth
Parents and governors can you handle the truth？
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do
Who's to blame？ The mainstream media？
Our rulers and idols get greedier and seedier
They're an embarrassment, they should be shamed
For misguiding our youth, they're the ones to blame
Sit back and watch the evil grow
From the youth club ruins where the kids used to go
While the Premiership players get a hundred grand a week
The kids love them anyway
It don't make sense
When you have a go at me
For the sake of fifty pence
And why attack the fire brigade
You load them in a track with a fire grenade
You shower them with drugs 'cause they've nothin' to do
There's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do today
I said, there's nothing for the kids to do today
There's nothing for the kids to do
But I say
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's plenty for the kids to do today
There's so much for the kids to do today
8.Two Left Feet
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
Hello, I found a stitch to wear and came out tonight
Well, everybody looks at me like come kind of tramp
'Cause I, I wear these holy jeans
Well, heaven forbid and send an angel
'Cause I need somebody tonight, somebody tonight
Who'll take my hand, don't you let me go
I need somebody tonight, somebody tonight
Well, I can't really dance
But baby won't you dance with me
And if you want to take your chance
Then baby take your chance on me
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
Where we gonna go at the end of the night？
I don't care and I don't mind
As long as you keep holding me tight
Every night all the boys and girls are busy saying alright
I know, I know your face but I've forgotten your name, again
I blame the alcohol that swims 'round my brain
I need a drink
Because I need some joy in my life, I need joy in my life
Won't you take my hand, don't you let me go
I need some joy in my life, some joy in my life
Well, I can't really dance
But baby won't you dance with me
And if you want to take your chance
Then baby take your chance on me
Where we gonna go, where we gonna go
Where we gonna go at the end of the night？
I don't care, I don't mind
As long as you keep holding me tight, tight
I've got your number, I'll call you up some time
And if you'd like to, say that you'll be mine
I would like to see you again sometime
I would like to see you again sometime
Well, I can't really dance
But baby won't you dance with me
And if you want to take your chance
Then baby take your chance on me
On me, on me, on me
9.Reinvent Myself？
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
I can't stomach this variety
My plane is underneath my feet
And I'm tired of your commercial needs
And I can't follow ideology
I'm proud of my attendancy
I wear my jacket of insanity
And I ain't gonna fall into the gap
That kinda life is just a baited trap
Since when was fashion a necessity
I don't see anything we really need
So why should I reinvent myself
When the world that I see
It will not change for you and me
I can't follow our democracy
They don't practice but I tell you they preach
They don't learn but still they think they can teach
And I think Mr. Blair is causing anarchy
You can hear him singing, 'God Save The Queen'
With a gaze just like a sex machine
I'm sick and tired of all the hate and lies
That seem to hang around the suit and ties
I hate the underworld and I'll agree
I don't see anything we really need
So why should I reinvent myself
When the world that I see
It will not change for you and me
So why should I reinvent myself
When you take more than you need
When this world was built on greed
So why should I reinvent myself
When the world that I see
It will not change for you and me
So why should I reinvent myself
When you take more than you need
In this world that's built on greed
10.Most Lonely Face
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
This story's a sad one, the sort that you hear all the time
But this time I'll bore you with details and open your mind
It's the tale of a young girl who once was the talk of the town
The first time I saw her the skin was so thin on her bones
Her eyes they were lost on that street though she called it her
home
So I thought, can I save her, can I get her out of harms way
And she looked at me with those eyes so what could I say
So I said, what's your name
And she said, you're all the same
So I said, don't act so strange
I only asked your name
The stars in the night sky she'd seen only once in her life
But stars over girls parts on cold cut she sees every night
She said, somewhere in my tattooed jungle you will find my mum
But she will disown me should she ever learn what I've done
And she said, what became
Of my promised fame
All I got was shame
And she said, you're all to blame
And then her eyes said, don't you leave me standing on my own
Can't you see that the street side is my home
I'm held by men at night but still I'm cold
I'm so lonely but you know I'm not alone, I'm not alone, I'm not
alone
She had hair like a willow tree choked at the side of the road
Cardboard boxes for pillows she weeps as she reaps what she sows
So I asked her if one day she'd mind joining me in my grave
You know like them big ones you see with the family name
But she said all she'd ever been
Was a hoar and a slave
And she didn't know
If she had any soul left to save
And she said, why do you care
So I said, because I did
Ever since I saw you standing there
Well, I couldn't help but stare
And then her eyes said don't you leave me standing on my own
Can't you see that the street side is my home
I'm held by men at night but still I'm cold
I'm so lonely but you know I'm not alone, I'm not alone, I'm not
alone
And she must have had the most lonely face I've ever known
Yeah, she must have had the most lonely face I've ever known
Well, I tried to hold on but my grip it just was not that strong
And I can still see her eyes as she fell and she fell for so
long
If you ever see her I hope you succeed where I failed
You know I cried for the cutey of kings cross the day she
derailed
Oh, somebody please can you save her and take her away
You know London will kill her, you can't let the smoke have its
way
11.Malcontented One
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
When I was one, my papa dropped me on my head
And some damage was done
Around the bend and out of my tree
Not how I was meant to be
I don't know where went all my sense
I get lost sitting on the fence
I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No, I never have done
Second verse, second verse
Already lost for words
Not complicated I'm just so frustrated
I got so little to say
I don't know where, where I'm from
They say I'm British, I don't know where I belong
I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
I am a disappearing boy
(I am a disappearing boy)
Third verse, still lost for words
I don't know what to do
Oh my friend, I'm not in the groove
Not on the same level as you
I felt so lost for far too long
And I'm past caring for how to get along
I am the malcontented one
I don't fit in, I never have done
No I never have done
(I am a disappearing boy)
No, I never have done
I never, never, never have done
(I am a disappearing boy)
No I never have done
12.Generator
Lyricist：Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Robert Skipper
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I don't live in poverty, I got a little bit of money
And I've got a healthy body
I'm not going to let stuff get me upset
And I won't let all the little things get me depressed
When I was a young boy I got a stereo
And I taped all the songs straight off the radio
The sounds that the bands made, and the melodies
Was all I need to make me feel free
Sometimes you get so low, you don't know why
Or a little upset all inside
May I remind you？ That you don't live in poverty
You got your youth, and you got food in your belly
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I don't live in poverty, I got a little bit of money
And I've got a healthy body
I'm not going to let stuff get me upset
And I won't let all the little things get me depressed
When I was a young boy I got a stereo
And I taped all the songs straight off the radio
The sounds that the bands made, and the melodies
Was all I need to make me feel free
Sometimes you get so low, you don't know why
Or a little upset all inside
May I remind you？ That you don't live in poverty
You got your youth, you got a roof over your head
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I'll set up a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
So you better get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
So you better get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
I can get a record player, and a generator
Generate the music that makes you feel better
13.London Town
Lyricist：David Steven Jackson, Robert Gareth Skipper
This story's a sad one, the sort that you hear all the time
But this time I'll bore you with details and open your mind
It's the tale of a young girl who once was the talk of the town
The first time I saw her, the skin was so thin on her bones
Her eyes they were lost on that street though she called it her
home
So I thought, can I save her, can I get her out harms way？
And she looked at me with those eyes, so what could I say？
So I said what's your name and she said your all the same
So I said don't act so strange, I only asked your name
The stars in the night sky, she'd seen only once in her life
But stars over girls parts on coldcut she sees every night
She said somewhere in my tattooed jungle you will find my mum
But she will disown me, should she ever learn what I've done
And she said what became of my promised fame
All I got was shame and she said we're all to blame
And then her eyes said don't you leave me standing on my own
Can't you see that the street side is my home
I'm held by men at night but still I'm cold
I'm so lonely but you know I'm not alone
I'm not alone, I'm not alone
She had hair like a willow tree, choked at the side of the road
Cardboard boxes for pillows, she weeps as she reaps what she
sows
So I asked her if one day she mind joining me in my grave
You know like the big ones you see with the family name
But she said all she'd ever been was a hoar and a slave
And she didn't know if she had any soul left to save
And she said why'd you care, so I said because I did
Ever since I saw you standing there, well, I couldn't help but
stare
And then her eyes said, don't you leave me standing on my own
Can't you see that the street side is my home
I'm held by men at night but still I'm cold
I'm so lonely but you know I'm not alone
I'm not alone, I'm not alone
She must of had the most lonely face I've ever known
Yeah, she must of had the most lonely face I've ever known
Well, I tried to hold on but my grip it just was not that strong
I can still see her eyes as she fell and she fell for so long
If ever see her, I hope you succeed where I failed
I cried for the cruelty of kings cross the day she derailed
Oh, somebody please, can you save her and take her away？
You know London will kill her, you can't let the smoke have its
way
14.Kings Cross Cutie
Lyricist：Bryn Trmayne Fowler, David Richard Healey, David Steven
Jackson, Robert Gareth Skipper
I looked at you and you looked at me
Have we got it going on？
I'm stuck on you 'cause you're looking easy
You really turn me on
'Cause you've infected me with your disease
Now I can't break free
Your eyes imprison me
Now I can't break free
You're too good to tell
Give up, get out
And come round to mine
And take off your make up
Come back to mine tonight
But don't take off your clothes
Oh and in the morning time
When you finally wake up
Wait till the light and take back
The life that you sold
I looked at you and you looked at me
Have we got it going on？
I'm stuck on you 'cause you're looking easy
You really turn me on
'Cause you've infected me with your disease
And I can't break free
Your eyes imprison me
Well, I can't break free
You're too good to tell
Give up, get out
And come round to mine
And take off your make up
Come back to mine tonight
But don't take off your clothes
Oh and in the morning time
When you finally wake up
Wait till the light and take back
The life that you sold
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