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Mmm….mm..mm.m…mm..mm.mmm.mm
Black smoke, the chimneys choking and the TV growls,
It’s all but broken
This closed space, is almost taken up but we don’t mind
No one breaks it up
The points conceded – We’ve a little bit less than needed
But all in all the roof is sound the walls still hold a tune
And we’re happy where we are
Until the stars ignite the oceans and the earth is a glow
You can try your best to move us on but we won’t go
And you can’t say fairer than that
No you can’t say fairer than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
Be clear and fearless
Black heart, Midas fingers and he strides the world with a smell that lingers
And he won’t back down and he won’t be broken
And he’ll shut your mouth – if you’re outspoken
And he won’t come to discuss
He’ll shoot you from a distance with a blunderbuss
And all the while the country gents discreetly turn away
While the odds are stacked against us see the
Policemen hidden in the sand dunes (ah ah ah ah)
You bought protection for your pitch and putt
Who show the diggers to the backyards dig it up
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
In twilight, does nobody see you at all?
Does nobody see you at all?
Empires, buildings and acquisitions
With your goons for hire and your paid permissions
Oh we won’t back down to your cold ambition
Though we can’t compete with your ammunition
You’re a big, bad, bowl of wrong
So take it on the chin son and move along
For while the roof is good and strong the walls will hold this tune
Though you lie when your denied you know
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
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Get a message to the box men
Sick of hearing these lies
Tell ‘em make them in the millions
Best say I’m a medium size
Smile like a toothache, spitting in the wedding cake
In a grimace you imagine means power
Picture for your bedside, taken in a landslide
Give you comfort in your very last hour
Give you comfort in your very last hour
Somebody taught you take no prisoners
Somebody made you cruel
Your fire ignites – More heat than there’s light
But you never run out of fuel
Soul searching is out of the question
So who will you answer to?
Can you taste that flavour
Like a relic from the past
Everybody on their feet now
Pin your colours to the relevant mast
Sell a promise on a long-term future
When you lay your draconian law
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
From the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
Somebody broke into your gene pool
Robbed you of empathy
You speak like a child who’s un-reconciled
When there’s anyone disagrees
Soul searching is out of the question
So who will you answer to?
Make a little dysfunction
With a goodly brain
Take a message to your masters
Tell ‘em all how everythings gonna change
See the sickness coming to the surface
Looking back upon a glorious past
Dismiss - this never existed
Looking for an enemy, stepping on the gas
We’ll be coming at you hard and fast
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
Was there someone let you down?
And the futures not what it used to be
Was there someone let you down, down, down?
So get a message to the box men
Sick of hearing these lies
Tell ‘em make them in the millions
Best say I’m a medium size
Sell a promise on a long-term future
When you’re laying your draconian law
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
From the bricks that we pull from the wall
We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
With the bricks that we pull from the wall
From the wall
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Made In Heaven
03:49
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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 don’t think I can take 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 know it he’s locked into the 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: (Oh yeah)
“I want to tell you, I’ve been out, got 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
Y’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
Y’know I can’t get by knowing I’m gonna die
Together with my bride, We’ll nuke the other side”
MADE IN HEAVEN (continued)
We can’t get by knowing we never tried
We gotta turn the tide against the certifiable
I can’t sit by while you brushing aside these atrocities
with a gentle sigh
Y’know we can’t get by with our heads in the sky
Gotta make this work, We 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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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 o 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 its 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 won 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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For all of the fire-bellied meatheads who think with their pricks as a matter of pride – Fuck you goodbye
For those who profess that the market knows best then escape in the blink of an eye – Fuck you goodbye
The closing bell chimes and a snowstorm of paper falls useless and empty
Reduced to the core of the lie – Fuck you goodbye
To those who suppose that their privilege makes them for valuable than you or I – Well fuck you goodbye
To those who use fear like a hammer descending to silence the questioning mind – Fuck you goodbye
The windows are thick with the filth of confusion
A glimpse of the sunshine dismissed as a trick of the light
So fuck you goodbye
And they tell us that we’ll be ok
If we’d only keep out of their way
Yes we’ll be OK
When we’re rid of them
And here’s to the fools and their feeble impotence
The idiots like you and I
‘cos we don’t even try
While the keepers of secrets will suck away reason with disinformation
‘Til most of us simply comply
Well fuck you goodbye
All of you war makers, hyena risk takers
pissing down from up on high
The lobbyist greasers – The “get me a piece”-ers
with fingers and thumbs in the pie
Collateral damage-ists, carnage apologists
Screaming an eye for an eye
The one percent wealth who can live with themselves
While the weak are left hung out to dry
Well fuck you goodbye
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