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See You, See Me
03:20
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See You, See Me
It’s been quite a while - since you got my dander up
Could this be time - to reconcile?
Why should I hide behind a soul-less pseudo smile?
My silent crusade - has fallen by the wayside I’m afraid
No new ideas - Cynicism engineering the years
Tolerate - I’ll be happy-go-lucky,
Accommodate - Scintillating and free
Disregard - Put my head in the sand
Cos if I can’t see you - you can’t see me
Millions retreat
The dumbing-down of a nation in defeat
We fail to connect
Reminding us to give a damn lest we forget
Drowning in doubt
The optimism of a daydream fizzles out
Why bother at all?
Salvation renders us dishonourable
Just one more thing
I’m never short of a brand new song to sing
My bright shining star
Ba-ba-ba-ba
Tolerate - I’ll be happy-go-lucky
Accommodate - Scintillating and free
Disregard - Put my head in the sand
I’m in a haze of ecstasy
Tolerate - Forever happy-go-lucky
Accommodate - Invigorated are we
Disregard - Put my head in the sand
Cos if I can’t see you - you can’t see me
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2. |
The Product
03:19
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The Product
- Beep Beep - Beep Beep - Beep Beep
She brought the rainbow gel - They got the party pack
Look in the mirror there’s another megalomaniac
We ordered skin and bone - We got a carbon clone
See how the power pulls the strings from way behind the throne
She got a freaky vibe - In every way contrived
Straight out of Disney ‘til she took her first nosedive
Her daddy’s showbiz - her momma produces
So she’s a shoe in when the money’s where her mouth is
She goes slow but there’s nobody knows
She goes slow but there’s nobody knows
Don’t want to hear she uses - Put makeup on the bruises
The gravy train is slow and everybody loses out
Put on the Gucci dress and do your best to acquiesce
No one needs to find out that the product is in pieces
Ooh ooh - the product is in pieces - beep beep
They claim she’s squeaky clean - Up on the mezzanine
She take a little though she don’t know where the needles been
She feel invincible - She irreplaceable
She dream the butterfly and cry for the transitional
We ordered skin and bone - We got a carbon clone
See how the power pulls the strings from way behind the throne
She goes slow but there’s nobody knows
She goes slow but there’s nobody knows
Don’t want to hear she uses - Put makeup on the bruises
The gravy train is slowin’ - Everybody loses out
Put on the Gucci dress and do your best to acquiesce
No one needs to find out that the product is in pieces
Best friends with Mr Geller - ‘Cos no one dared to tell her
She gets to keep the loony tunes as long as we can sell her
This well is almost dried up - Beyond the final shake up
Time to wake up now we know the product is in pieces
The product is in pieces - The product is in pieces
The product is in pieces - The product is in pieces
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3. |
Hope
03:57
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Hope
Hope will hold your hand and drag you down
Hope is the cruellest one - She’ll keep you hanging on
She’ll have you wondering – Where did it all go wrong?
She’ll pick you up and then – She’ll cut you down again
She enjoys your suffering – The dark comedienne is laughing at you
Hope holds the bill to pay - For every word unsaid
She spreads the virus wide – Across the living dead
Creates the wasted life – Among a billion more
They plead and cling to her - Somehow they must endure, they must endure this
And when you’re clinging to the rocks for survival
She’s the power in the wave that sucks you down
A brief second to imagine your revival
You’re still thinking that your time will come around
Hope makes a fool of you – She lets you show your hand
She leaves her pointless clues – That you’ll never understand
Hope gives you energy – That is not yours to burn
Hope takes a piece of you – And still you never learn
You never learn from it
There was a rumour everybody made their own luck
Perpetrated by the lucky aristocracy
Put the money that you borrow on a number
For a future that you’re never going to see
(Don’t it seem sometimes)
That it’s never been fair and the world don’t care
No rhyme, nor reason on the road to despair
Shame that you came on your own
(And don’t it make you wonder)
What you gotta do to survive in tact
Sell your soul to the devil as a matter of fact
So find yourself a way of coping
No way just hoping will save you
Hope will watch you drown
Hope plays a simple trick – She disappears and then
She lets you touch her hand – She’s off and on again
You scream like Lazarus – Why won’t she leave you dead?
Hope says she’s serious – And you’re hanging by a thread
And she pulls when she chooses
Hope will hold your hand and drag you down
Hope will hold your hand and drag you down
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4. |
Made In Heaven
03:49
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Made In Heaven
I swear when I tell you this news isn’t fake
The president has a proposal to make
He looks overseas to the green grass and trees
For an equal with whom he can share his beliefs
In South West 1A
And then he wonders
“What if she doesn’t like my cool tan?
I can’t take any more rejection”
You can’t get by with your head in the sky
Gotta make this work -You gotta make this work
Y’know you can’t get by knowing you’re gonna die
With no-one by your side - So getcha self a bride
The love and the control of a hand in marriage made in heaven
He’s casing the joint as he plans his first move
Before you can think he slips in to her groove
He turns on the charm as he amps up the chat
“You grab the golf-club and I’ll grab your cat”
And here’s what she said
“I wanna tell you, I’ve been out - bought myself a new hat
And a baseball bat
Crack it down on the democrat”
You can’t get by with your head in the sky
Gotta make this work - You gotta make this work
You know you can’t get by knowing you’re gonna die
“I need you by my side - Together unified
We’re carving out our future as our married bliss is made in heaven”
“And then we fell in love”
“I can’t get by with my head in the sky
Gonna make this work - Gonna make this work
‘Cos I can’t get by knowing I’m gonna die
Together with my bride
We’ll nuke the other side”
We can’t get by knowing we never tried
We gotta turn the tide against the certifiable
Can’t sit by while you brushing aside
These atrocities with a gentle sigh
We can’t get by with our heads in the sky
Gotta make this work - Gotta make this work
Y’know we can’t get by knowing we’re gonna die
So raise a final toast and smoke a cigarette
And wave goodbye as we all set sail to a myth called heaven
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5. |
Human Soup
03:19
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Human Soup
A bitter taste that’s so familiar
Something you can’t name
A sickly smell that casts a spell
But you drink it all the same to feel it
Twisting up inside you like a snake thrown down a well
Wickedly fast - designed to last
You crawl back to your private hell
All the girls and boys are there
And they’re pleased to watch you fall
Fire and brimstone take your breath away and you dissolve
Human Soup a natural aphrodisiac
Human Soup in fifty shades of black
Chilli-Belly shit storm when the people have their say
Avoid the pile of fly-crust bile that spews from all the rank and file
To fill the cracks that yawn so deeply – Nothing stems the flow
This ship is sunk – they’re crazed and drunk
They turn to feast upon their own
Then all the girls and boys arrive
And they’re thrilled to see you fall
Fire and brimstone rain into your brain and you dissolve
Human Soup a natural aphrodisiac
Human Soup in fifty shades of black
The undertakers on his way
While every voice will have its say
Averse to learning - twisting turning
When inconvenient facts
Get in the way
Human Soup’s a natural aphrodisiac
Human Soup in fifty shades of black
Human Soup’s a natural aphrodisiac
Human Soup in fifty shades of black – of black – of black
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6. |
Alison's Going Home
03:53
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Alison’s Going Home
She pours a coffee - lights a year-old cigarette
That’s hidden in a packet in her Grandma’s cabinet
She shakes a little as she tries to shut the voices out
That nag away accusing her of every failing
There behind the grey net curtains
She was twelve when her old man was classed as M.I.A.
They had to move or lose their small subsistence
Her school was broken and relieved to see the back of her
Zero hour contracts or a life in crime
Was all they had to occupy her
She chose the camouflage and jumped the wire
Boots down in the sun and the sand
Ready to shoot when you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
To find herself a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane and
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
Summer season in a bleak and cruel Afghanistan
Charabanc across the plains of Syria
Trying to clean the mess of fools who turned an
Ugly situation that was bad
To something so much worse
Hide behind your grey net curtains
She turns the TV on to try and still the memories
And settles in to swallow down the armchair medicine
Televangelists with Jesus, God and Milton Friedman
Screaming “Hallelujah man, We’re on your side”
Truth and strength depend on numbers
Now she has to shake her head and wonder
Boots down in the blood and the sand
Ready to shoot what you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
She’s gonna find a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
(And she wonders where it all went wrong)
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
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7. |
Sunrise
03:30
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Sunrise
Swallowing solace and salvation from the dregs of a downward spiral
Dwell on the rise of the so-called ‘wise’
As we dumb down to a tribe more primal
Let’s not forget the safety net - the promises to protect and save us
Banish the force - revenge, remorse
I’ll outrun you if it’s the last thing I do
And when I think I’ve won uncertainty reveals itself to me
Oh what to do?
Guess I’ll have to keep slaving on through
While I’m trying to bring on the new
And we can beat this so give me the
Tranquillity and calm of the sunrise
Dictators despair as they declare we’re making waves just to be contrary
We’ll never cower from the power of the fraudulent mercenary
I ain’t no peace-freak but the threat of war kicks down the door
The paisley glow reveals
Just how this flower child really feels
While the world all around me congeals
Like the summer of love in the
Serenity and soul of the sunrise
And faith is near impossible
When all seems lost - implausible
And the optimist wins through
Now there’s only one thing I can do
I’m always trying to bring on the new
And maybe nobody’s dreams will come true
So I’ll keep moving on
To the tranquillity and calm
The serenity and soul,
The integrity and trust of the few
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8. |
The Light Dies Down
03:56
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The Light Dies Down
Everyone’s got a box on which to stand
Afghan coat with a megaphone in hand
Unified - In a new subculture
Deep inside - Where the infrastructure lies
Intuitive in your capabilities
Clambering for a cod philosophy
Unified - On a worthy mission
Neutralize - Every obstacle in sight
Speak the truth - In a ploy to break them
Arrogance - Doesn’t always make you right
Hard to believe the stupidity
From the squalor to the scholars of some university
You agitate - you cultivate this atrocity
Velocity at maximum -‘til the light dies down
Spouting junk in the guise of honesty (Some democracy)
Accelerating your profanity (Too in vogue for me)
Fight your cause - With a blank agenda
No remorse - Gonna crank it up to ten (One louder for me)
So profound with your pills and powders
Best pipe down - I can shout much louder
Your say is the pinnacle of every dull encounter every day
Oh you say what you want to get it out there
No-one’s listening anyway
You gotta have your say
Hard to believe the stupidity
From the squalor to the scholars of some university
You agitate - you cultivate this atrocity
Velocity at maximum
Until the light dies down and a nation drowns
In a cesspool of corruption in the cold hands of
The indestructible - the vulnerable
Reach for words of consolation for the last time round
Until the lights go down once more
(Just stop talking)
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9. |
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Keeping The Stupid Stupid
Welcome back – We’ve been waiting on a maniac
You look a little insomniac
And now you’re going to peel the years right back
Peel the years right back
Well you should have been a soldier – you were ready for a fight
But you throw your punches on the page – safely out of sight
The best of educations in the good old fashioned way
Tell ‘em what they need don’t let the facts get in the way
You might say that it’s all institutional
And I’m a little over tired and emotional
Some day you may be all held accountable
Dehumanise, propagandise and history repeats
And history repeats – And history repeats
One day a rain will come and wash the scum right off the streets
Like every psychopath you have no grasp of empathy
My oh my – What a criminal twisted lie
Your fooling half the people all the time
There’s even less to you than meets the eye
You’re over amplified
And nothing really changes maybe better the devil you know
But they’re slowly creeping in on the right and they’re ready to steal the show
They raise a flag they claim to own and shed a noble tear
They spark the fire, crawl under the wire and swiftly disappear
One day a rain will come and wash the scum right off the streets
Like every psychopath you have no grasp of empathy
Defend the status quo you know it must not be defeated
And to protect yourself you try to keep the stupid stupid
You try to keep the stupid stupid
You try to keep the stupid stupid
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10. |
The Last Train Home
03:44
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The Last Train Home
When the surface cracked and the leaks began
Could be that none of us was thinking
When the villains smiled their joyless grin
How strange that some of us were taken in
When insanity was normalised
We whispered “Someone should be notified”
Inhumanity went undisguised
Maybe somehow we’re all desensitised
We were trading on ‘Trend’
Do the breast-stroke through the bile to the end
There were so many battles to fight until all of them
melded together as one
And if the dust settles the clocks will restart
and a fabric of truth will be spun
And no one takes the last train home
There’s no one on the last train home
Into the blue
Under the moon and the stars that stare silently
Down on the rubble that’s spread on the crust
Blink of an eye in the passing of time
Just a jumble of ashes to ashes and dust
To dust
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