Larder
she is there, she is there in the larder,
preserved for all time for his ardour,
she's been dead sixteen months in September,
since they burned her coffin to an ember.
well, he loved her too much to let her die with the flames
now he comes home each eve and she's always the same,
well not quite, the flesh is decaying,
and the smell stops friends from staying,
he kissed her goodbye, she let out a cry
now the body remains as she died.
and, he loved her too much to let her die with the flames,
he comes home each evening and she's always the same,
he got a book on embalming and he found it simply quite charming,
she is there, she is there in the larder, preserved for all time for his ardour
she is there, she is there in the larder
(repeats 8 times)
Dribble
your legs ache,your back aches, you dribble down your chin.
your steps are like mountains and so you must begin,
to gasp and stagger, and dribble down your chin,
you dribble, you dribble, you dribble down your chin.
the faces, look at them, they all avert their eyes,
can't stomach, can't stomach, can't stomach your demise.
you gasp and you stagger, and dribble down your chin,
you dribble, you dribble, you dribble down your chin.
the faces, look at them, they all look away,
can't stomach, can't stomach, can't stomach your decay.
you gasp and you stagger, you dribble down your chin,
you dribble, you dribble, you dribble down your chin,
yeah.
and every time i see you, it gets (it gets repeats 32 times)
it gets a little worse.
as they lead you, as they lead you (lead ya repeats 10 times)
lead you to your hearse,
you dribble, you dribble you dribble down your chin (repeats 3 times).
you dribble dribble down your chin.
Bumhole
in Polynesia the weather is fine,
the Frenchies experiment all of the time,
we are all full of shit, we know this is true,
but when you ain't got a bumhole, you feel blue.
bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.
the Rainbow Warrior, they blew it up,
'cause it tried to kick up a terrible fuss,
nuclear testing is all very well,
when you ain't got a bumhole, life can be hell.
bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.
well we don't care about the size,
we don't care about the shape
but when you haven't got one,
it feels like a mistake.
bumhole, bumhole, give us a bumhole do.
give us a bumhole do..
Darkness
darkness the master, darkness the king,
open your heart, only darkness it brings,
only darkness, darkness.
you're a slave, a servant to this thing,
you're only messiah, the only thing,
only darkness, only darkness.
give them a penny, they will take a pound,
that's the only justice there is to be found in this darkness
darkness.
well England is fine, it's on the TV,
it makes you feel sick when you tell it to me,
only darkness, only darkness.
in the bars of Marseilles, down the Old Kent road,
you might as well face it, it's hard and it's cold in the darkness, in the darkness.
well, give them a penny, they will take a pound,
that's the only justice there is to be found in this darkness
darkness (repeats 28 times)
Beat me
beat me till I'm black, beat me till I'm blue,
i will,I will love you.
beat me till I cry, beat me till I die,
I will love you.
and burn my house to the ground,
I will not make a sound.
beat me till I bleed, beat me, yes indeed,
I will love you.
beat me till I cry , beat me till I die,
I will love you.
and burn my house to the ground,
I will not make a sound.
so beat me till I'm black,and beat me till I'm blue,
I will , I will love you.
beat me till I'm black and beat me till I'm blue,
I will love you, yes, I will love you.
Swine
I've drunk whiskey, I've drunk gin, to allay, to allay my sins.
I've been nasty, I've been unkind, I'm a swine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine.
I've drunk Cointreau and Cognac
so I could stab you, stab you in the back.
I've drunk a lake of wine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine.
and I've drunk a barrel of beer to allay, to allay, to allay my fear,
I stuck my finger up your behind, I'm a swine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine.
I'm a swine (X14)
Whore
you are my whore, you are the one I adore,
you are the one that my twisted heart adores,
like a dog I will gnaw, like a dog I will paw,
you're the one that my twisted heart adores.
you are my whore, even now, old and poor,
you are the one that my twisted heart adores.
you are my whore, like a dog I will gnaw,
you're the one that my twisted heart adores.
you're the one that my twisted heart adores
Disease
he isn't deceiving, that's twenty this evening,
he's starting to feel rather sick.
the cubicle door, well it opens again,
he never quite gets used to it.
and the drugs in his veins, they don't ease the pain,
he started at sixteen and he is nineteen now,
his mother don't understand how.
he's got a disease, and he's not very pleased.
his life's almost over now.
and his funeral was a shame,
because none of them came.
he's got a disease, he's not very pleased, his life's almost over now.
yes he's got a disease and he's not very pleased cause his life almost over now.
Ghetto
God holds your hand then, and she is so strong,
she's got a hand brake that lasts so long,
and God how she loves you when you feel blue.
crushed, you're so crushed, you don't know what to do.
this world is a ghetto where money is the dream,
and you've pawned your last coat, with nothing to redeem.
she broke your heart then, with one broken stare,
left you the wreckage on which to stare.
you better realize something, they push you when they can,
God he don't say nothing, he just carries the can.
this world's a ghetto where money is the dream,
and you've pawned your last coat with nothing to redeem.
Gypsies
well these gypsies, they are singing in the market in the square,
and these gypsies they are singing to a world that doesn't care.
these gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,
these gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your youth.
well these gypsies, they are singing as you drink your poisoned wine,
these gypsies, they are singing as you are running out of time,
and these gypsies take you down and these gypsies see the truth
and these gypsies don't care about your beauty or your youth.
these gypsies, they are dying but their song goes on the same,
these gypsies ,they are dying from your hate and pain.
these gypsies take you down, these gypsies see the truth,
these gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your youth.
these gypsies (X4)
these gypsies, they don't care about your beauty or your youth.
Shoot your load
on the dockside, of the portside, that's where they go.
to shoot their load, shoot their load.
she's got big tits, for all the gits,
and she hates them so, as they shoot their load, shoot their load.
as you whisper you're a slut, she will hate your guts.
as you shoot your load, shoot your load.
and on a bad night forty rubbers, she does throw,
of your shot load, your shot load, load. just shoot your load. just shoot your load, just shoot your load, shoot your load. just shoot your load.
Pimps, pushers and thieves
worked forty years as a stevedore, five hungry mouths to feed,
when they grew up you wanted more,
they were pimps, pushers and thieves.
worked forty years for a pittance of pay
and now it's his judgement day,
all those children have money so it's no paupers grave
for the pimps, pushers and thieves.
the pimps, pushers and thieves X3
pimps pushers and thieves.
the rich can afford to be pious and pure,
the poor break their backs or deceive,
and when they grow up, well if they want more,
they are pimps, pushers and thieves.
they are pimps, pushers and thieves.
Smell
I saw the piss running down your leg,
I knew that you were not well,
I saw the vomit come out of your mouth
and I knew that you were in hell.
And I love you though you smell
I saw you down in Finsbury park,
you were down before you fell
and saw your face it was scarlet and red
and I knew that you were in hell,
And I love you though you smell
after the breakdown, society cared
but social workers can't be everywhere
And I love you though you smell
And I love you though you smell
though you smell (X6)
Snakeskin shoes
split your guts, sing the blues
and at parties never mind your Ps and Qs
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
Mr. Hammond, at a clip joint,
some recordings he wishes to anoint.
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
sitting beside the side of the road,
bleeding to death, well watch your blood flow.
opera singers, do their thing,
Bessie slaps them on the back as they do sing.
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
Old
split your guts, sing the blues
and at parties never mind your Ps and Qs
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
Mr. Hammond, at a clip joint,
some recordings he wishes to anoint.
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
sitting beside the side of the road,
bleeding to death, well watch your blood flow.
opera singers, do their thing,
Bessie slaps them on the back as they do sing.
and the pimps, well they all wear snakeskin shoes.
Social reject
he puffs and he blows and he wears funny cloths,
He wears beads round his neck, his shirts a green check
alcoholically, flair's
growls like a bear. pulls on his jams
on a doll with no arms
social reject so what do you expect
As he goes down the main road
He tells him to piss off
He'll growl and he'll curse
though you'll offer your purse
He isn't well meant
He doesn't make sense
in the bar room says you are bent
He's a social reject so what do you expect
Only pleasure he's got
is to dribble his snot
to snear at your fake veneer
He'll cross the street if you try to speak
as he probably smells and he's going there
social reject so what do you expect
and your guilt is his neglect
George
George, George, he lost his life did George,
I always had a soft spot for the mother of my dad,
George,George, George.
he knew a good thing did George, the National Front aspired
and George was up for hire, oh George, George.
George, he worked at Ford Dagenham, did George,
he always was a Nationalist before he became a ffffffffashist
oh George, George. George,
he died in a lot of pain, I never had the heart to tell him
that it wasn't such a shame. George, George,
I never had the heart to tell him that he didn't have a brain.
Five O'Clock
its our little penthouse, we call it our own,
it's got lots of features, a gold plated phone
and it's all that we've got to lower the tone
at five o'clock in the morning.
it's cock up and shut up, it's right and it's wrong,
it's see you tomorrow, be weak or be strong,
it's hit or be hit, you know I don't care, it's five o'clock in the morning.
the red ,white and blue, it's such a bore,
but it's better than being poor and it's better than being ignored at five o'clock in the morning.
so vomit your guts out on the floor, you know you will be a pawn even though we are the ones that you adore at five o'clock in the morning.
CHORUS all I'll ever be is your whore, be is your whore, be is your whore. all I'll ever be is your whore, it's five o'clock
in the morning. repeat( X1) yes it's five o'clock in the morning. repeat (X 10)
Jesus
well, you went to your shrink in Brighton,
he said there's nothing he could do,
you went to the hospital, they hadn't a cure for you.
your mother wants you committed and your father, he does too,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la
you're having hallucinations, you're hearing voices too,
the nurses giving you lots of drugs, 'cause they're fucking good for you.
yes, turn this water into wine, you'll be popular if you do,
and you live in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
la la la
they found your body and your body had turned blue,
they found it in an underpass, next to Waterloo.
Jesus, Jesus what are you going to do,
Jesus, Jesus how are you going to pull through?
Suicide
(yodelling)
I thought I'd try suicide, i thought it might be a laugh.
i stuck my head in an oven but the oven wasn't gas.
(yodelling)
so then I thought I'll take some pills, i bought the wrong ones,
all i got was diarrhoea and it ran and it ran and it ran.
suicide, suicide, that's the one for me,
I want to be a legend so suicides for me.
(yodelling)
Crap
there's crap on the records, there's crap on CD,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
this crap makes me angry, this crap makes me sad,
cause this crap, yes this crap, yes this crap is so bad.
yes this crap (X19) this crap (X 19)
crap on the television, crap on TV,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
well this crap is a sickness, this crap's a disease,
this crap rots our brains and brings us to our knees.
yes this crap (X19) this crap (X 19)
Murder
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come,
I like to stalk those I abuse,
I like them to struggle so I can refuse.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, I always come.
I like to go prowling on Saturday night,
I like them to struggle and put up a fight.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex, because I always come,
I've murdered so many i have lost count,
the pleasure it gives me is a large amount.
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
I murdered the vicar, i murdered his son,
murdered his dad and i murdered his mum.
and I murdered, murdered, murdered, murdered
cats, cats, cats...... as a boy,
then I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs, I moved on to dogs
dogs, dogs,dogs.......now it's the McCoy..
murder is easy, murder is fun,
it's better than sex because I always come,
public opinion, it don't swell,
the consensus is I am unwell.
murder is easy, murder is fun.
it's better than sex because I always come,
(repeat)
it's better than sex because i always come (X3) i always come...
Violet
Violet said she was angry,
she said she was angry with me,
she said she was coming round my house to murder me.
she had a big knife,
she wanted to stick it in me.
I took out a baseball bat,
now it's her that's dead, not me.
and the judge brings down his hammer,
there's a black hat on his head.
they're going to take me from here
and hang me 'till I'm dead.
I'm sitting here on death-row
hoping they might pardon me,
or they're going to take me from here
and hang me on Tuesday.
hang me on Tuesday, they're going to hang me on Tuesday (X3)
Violet's mum, she found a note.
and the note, the note it said,
that violet was coming round my house,
and she wanted me dead.
well this is my tragedy,
it's a tragedy for me.
they found the note on Wednesday
and they hung me on Tuesday.
so now I'm up in Heaven,
the noose is still around my neck,
that Violet Harrison was a right pain in the neck,
they hung me on Tuesday (X 9)
Snip Snip
Conrad's mother said Conrad dear
I must go out and leave you here.
but mind now, Conrad, what I say,
don't suck your thumbs while I'm away.
snip! snip
that great tall tailor, he always comes
for naughty boys who suck their thumbs
and ere they wonder what he's about,
he's got his great long scissors out.
snip snip the scissors go
and Conrad cries out oh!
snip snip they go so fast,
and Conrad's thumbs are off at last.
well,mama had scarcely turned her back,
when the thumbs were in , alack! alack!
the door burst open and in he ran,
that great long legged scissor man.
snip snip the scissors go
and Conrad cries out oh!
snip snip they go so fast,
and Conrad's thumbs are off at last.
well, mama comes home and there Conrad stands,
and he looks quite sad as he shows his hands,
Ha! Ha! said mama, I knew he'd come,
for naughty little suck-a-thumb.
CHORUS and Conrad breathes his last.
CHORUS and Conrad bleeds to death at last.
