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a terrible shame
01:50
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rush to fuck
02:50
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in my rush to fuck i forgot to shave
(or rather i accidentally)
accentuated a stubble rash
(so i wore a big collar and sat in the shadows)
of a weatherspoons, no - not that one
(your ex-wife works in the stock room)
if they pay her enough to look that bad
(it can't be long before she wins
don't be yourself or be replaced
you can't be condemned if you don't have a face
in my rush to fuck i learned my name
(and that was the last thing I'd ever wanted)
chained myself to her in the middle of a howling gale
(and she read my lips)
good god i said what a woman got pause like a woman got claws
(but i never made time to disciplined)
don't be yourself or be replaced
you can't be condemned if you don't have a face
there are cracks in the curtains and creases in corners
that previously bored us
call to your prison guard, show him your scars
and maybe he'll piss on them
don't kid yourself you've signed a contract with a broken pen
and your dreams don't work
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3. |
praying for a slow train
02:14
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darling sophie
no adventure is worth your presence
take that literally
she puts curlers on her brain
curlers on the sea-shells
curlers on the police brutality posters on the toilet walls
darling sophie
keep your hands inside the carriage, darling sophie
don't get friendly with everybody, darling sophie
just be patient
she puts curlers on her brain
curlers on the sea-shells
curlers on the police brutality posters on the toilet walls
when they crack, they crack, they really blow
shield your eyes from the blast or your going home
we could raid the mini-bar and blame it on the ethanol
yes, yes, yes, it's the best, it's the best one yet
just in case you thought it went away
look at her face, she's a shell, she's a parody
she could disappear into the mountains and we wouldn't care
no, no, no, it's a no, it's a terrible thought
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cat cinema
02:05
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my pet ghost is a very bad ghost
he wears my failures on his conscience
i think of all the things that i could've got done
without that goddamn ghost
on my doorstep
playing with himself
scaring all the local children
when i got home i didn't have a home
just a hole in the ground where the google earth car crashed
my bad knee would be the first to admit
that he's let me down, i'm sure
i think of all the slag heaps that I might have enjoyed
without that dickhead knee
in the distance staring at the sun waiting for another taxi
when i got home i didn't have a knee
just a face in the groin where the underwritten lines go
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the harder it hits
03:23
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if no keepers play
02:17
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blah blah subconscious problem solving blah blah
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once upon a time
and what a time!
there was this little boy
he was more he was more a man
if by more you mean more alone
he was more he was moron man
you nazi cunt
(get the fuck out of office)
that’s the ball game
(that’s the ball game)
now steal yourself
twice upon a prayer
and what a prayer!
there was this sense of joy
it was plain it was plain to all
and by plain i mean all the way
it was plain it was plain to all
you nazi cunt
(get the fuck out of office)
that’s the ball game
(that’s the ball game)
now steal yourself
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