1.The Good Old Days
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it
lives on
If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't
be long
Because if it's gone for you'll actually may lose it
And that would be wrong
I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad
old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
'Cause there were no good old days, these are the good old days
It's not about tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their mind
Daisy chains and school yard games
And a list of things we said, 'We'd do tomorrow'
A list of things we said, 'We'd do tomorrow'
Arcadians dream so fallen through the albion sails on course
Let us man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because we found the source, there's twelve rude boys on the
road
To the good old days
2.Begging
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
All animals we are
Round the bench in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes
My soul has gone a little cold
I maybe maybe next year
If it isn't to dear
We'll get ourself some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways
And he's crossing the road
To get his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do？
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do？
And have you heard the singer said
'He's a dead ringer' for
A feeling that I used to know
'Hell' she cries oh hell
No no it's a funny way to go
And he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do？
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do？
3.The Boy Looked At Johnny
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
The boy looked at Johnny and said
My word that was fun
Oh when he did it with his hat on
And a saddle and a gun
Please slow motion eating your breakfast
At the Side View hotel
Oh sipping down wine
Everything's going so well
And New York City's very pretty in the night time
But aha don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La la la
And the boy looked at Johnny
He said 'Don't you know who I think I am？'
He said 'I did it once before
Now I'm trying all I can'
Lord she says no no no
Oh yeah yeah yeah
I said no no no
Oh yeah yeah yeah
And New York City's very pretty in the night time
Aha don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La la la
Yes New York City's very pretty in the night time
Aha, don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La dee dii, la dee dii, la la la
La la la
4.I Get Along
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
You caught me in the middle dazed on the carpet
I was following the lines that move like more snakes thinking
Something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side, standing to your right come on
You caught me in the middle dazed and confused
I was following the good steps fancy free and footloose
Something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side, standing to your right come on,
come on
I get along, I get along
I get along, I get along, get along
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do
Something ain't quite right
But if you get them on your side, then we'll have a good time,
come on
I get along, I get along
I get along, I get along, get along
I get along just singing my song
People tell me I'm wrong
Fuck 'em
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do
Something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side, standing to your right, come on
I get along, I get along
I get along, I get along
And when I do I'm singing get along
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
(Get along, get along, get along, get along)
(Get along, get along, get along)
5.Tell The King
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
I've got a little secret for ya
Even now there's something
To be proud about you
Come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing
Oh, my words in your mouth
Are mumbled all about
You're like a, a journalist
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful
And tell it to your king
Oh, tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know I feel the palace gates are
I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes
And all danger signs, oh
If you were late
You mustn't dare complain
And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall
Oh, tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can work out what your on about
Didn't they explain？
You have to play the game, oh, oh
Just drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand
6.Up the Bracket
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
I saw two shadow men on the Valance road
Said they'd pay me for your address
Oh I was so bold
I said you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Yous a way to mean no
Well they didn't like that much I can tell you
He said, 'Sunshine I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes'
They chased me up two flights of stairs
Caught me in the lift how I sighed and said
Hello, 'cause you're impossible
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
Wind up like Joseph bloody in a hole
And it's just like she's in another world
And how they suit each other oh no
'Cause she never get close
It's impossible
Saw the same two men on the Cally road
Said now they'd double their offer
I was so bold
To say you see these two cold fingers I know
These crooked fingers I show
Oh yous a way to mean no
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll end up like Joseph bloody in a hole
It's just like she's in another world
How they suit each other oh no
But you never get close
It's unstoppable
But it's just like we're all in another world
How we suit each other oh no
But she never get close
That's close enough now
7.Radio America
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
If I get the call
I will call across Radio America
Right across America I will call
Yes, I will call all across Radio America
Right across America I will call
If call I must do
To take my love, my love to you
There a lovely young girl on aboard
Walks down here
And all across Africa, China and Australia
I will call
Call you down in New Mexico
In New Brighton and Tokyo
I will call
If call we must do
To take my love, my love to you
For well it may hap' that these are they
Your happiest days
Oh my good old friend
I see you chanced your arm again
You cut you arm
Red faced President
Took afternoon tea with Her Majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl well she won't dance again
And they tell me it was a transmission
To take my love, my love to you
8.Boys In The Band
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
You're walkin' like you never seen the light
Since you're walkin' like it every night
But I've never seen you dance
And I've never heard you sing
So how can it mean a single thing？
It is all so rudimentary
You're talkin' like your handy in the fight
You talk about it every night
But I've never seen those flowers
In the barrel of a gun
All I've ever seen you do is run
It is all so rudimentary
But tell me baby how does it feel？
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(They all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
You're walkin' like you never seen the light
You're walkin' like it every night
But then I stop to think
And I ask my self why？
One of those things that darling you must try
It is all so rudimentary
And now I'm jealous, I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam, yea
They all get them out for
(They all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
But tell me baby, how does it feel？
I know you like the roll of the Limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(And they all get them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(They twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
Yes they all walk them out for
(They all walk them out)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout
(Twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(Only for the boys in the band)
Ahh
9.Time For Heroes
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot？
Shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know, I cherish you my love
But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town
Caught 'round the houses with your trousers down
A headrush in the bush
You know, I cherish you my love
Ohh, I cherish you my love
Tell me what can you want now you've got it all
The scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones knows what I mean
He knows
It's eating, it's chewing me up
It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
Oh it's all
It's all trouble in my hands
And its all up the walls
Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
It's only ignorant faces you bring this town down
I sighed and sunken with pride
Well, I passed myself down on my knees
Yes, I passed myself down on my knees
Now tell me what can you want now you've got it all
The scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones, knows what I mean
He knows
Fever more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
We'll die in the class we were born
Well that's a class of our own, my love
A class of our own, my love
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot？
Shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you, my love
Ohh, I cherish you, my love
10.Death On The Stairs
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
From way far across the sea
Came an Eritrean maiden she
Had a one track mind and eyes funny
Half blinded in a war
With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little unholy friend
She had no notion to please him
Just say ta ra and leave him behind
A little boy in a stairwell who says
'I hate people like you'
I got match sticks and cable TV
Half of less than fifty p
We all clambered over the balcony
Bangin' on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his unholy friend
Singin','If you really need it
You just won't leave it behind'
So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost 'round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
Just don't bang on about yesterday
You know, I wouldn't know about that anyway
I'll go
Monkey said to the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone
No I'm reversing down the lonely street
Cheap hotel where I can meet the past
And pay it off and keep it sweet
This is sweet like nothing no
It's just like nothing at all
And I've seen you there
How could I help but stare？
It rips the heart out off your baby
Taken far too much to see
Or think or touch what's real
Stranded on this street that
Paved my only way home
You really need it oh
You just won't leave it behind
Oh please kill me
Oh no don't kill me
Don't let those sun see my no
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh love don't kill me
Don't go on about yesterday
You know, I wouldn't know about that anyway
Oh no
Aa ahh
Aaa aa aa
Aa ahh
He got nothin' no
He got nothin' at all
11.Vertigo
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Koreema knows that just what it is she does
It can't be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
Hear the drunken archangel sing
I know what's on your mind, my boy
Just I can see, oh everything
Lead pipes, they're fortune made
Well, take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you
crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please
Lead pipes are fortune made
Well, take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you
crying please
As the people round you hear you crying please
Please, please
Who really knows that just what it is she does
It can't be hard for her to get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo and letting go
But me myself, I was never sure
Was it liquor or was it my soul？
12.Mayday
Lyricist：Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
A slave's a girl who slaves her days away
In arabesques and minarettes
And tablecloths and serviettes
She's screaming, â½This is what you getâ
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boots in
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boots in
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
The mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head, my poor head
Feels like a smashed window
George is twenty-four, easily bored
All his life, seen nothing but closed doors
Not any more
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boots in
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
First you put the tongue in
Then you put the boots in
Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah
And he mob goes fifteen ways
I dunno which way to go
The mob goes fifteen ways
And my head, my poor head
Feels like a smashed window
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