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Old Man From London
03:54
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An old man from London dilutes you it suits you
You're told don't be bold
In a box you can grow then grow old
Shut the lid then go cold
A rusted Adonis will make you his promise
To go all the way
With a fortune of taxable pay
So boys what what do you say?
Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need
When it's taken away, what obscure lives we'll lead
And we've nothing to say, we forgot to pay heed
That the contract states clear
Do not fear the dotted line...just sign
Contract obligation will make you impatient
On a conveyor belt
In a waiting room clones hang about
For avoidance of doubt
They'll prim you, they'll trim you for a fabulous debut
Then you're pushed out the door
To the meager applause we detest
Cos' you're just like the rest
Spoon-fed a bone just one hit we need
When it's taken away, we can grovel and plead
And they'll get their way, when we're down on our knees
Because the contract states clear
Do not fear the dotted line...just sign
I know I'm not insured to return this favour to you
But now we are indebted how could I ever refuse
My knees are bleeding raw, my throat sore
Did I do it wrong?
Open wide and don't let your pride project
Till you've swallowed it whole, son;
There was once a time when you'd fit in my pocket
When I pulled back my purse string you'd spit out the coin
Now my sack is bulging with gross network profit
It's time I recoup rotten fruit of my loins
With everyone abusing till moldy then bruising
The formula is already there to be sold
With influences waning or ripe at my choosing
The youth is no good to me when it gets old
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When I first observed upon my perch
My tree was tied up to a hearse
My tether slack I took off flight
And now I go out every night
Is there no one out there willing to listen?
This generation seems to be missing -
Something new for me
Pet hates drove me cuckoo I nearly flew around the bend
I was always spitting feathers at the cagers who pretend
That anthropology is progress but who is watching them?
My perforated notebook with a shotgun for a pen
The pressure that I'm under now is oh so atmospheric!
But if I returned to that rotting branch I now I would regret it
But something's pulling on my wings gravity am I seeing things?
I've given up the Holy Ghost demoted to a watching post
But the funny thing about the youth today is the vast majority
Will go out dancing in a line because they're empty inside
Trying to find a new identity
And when they finally decide who it is they are
By Christ they've got to get ahead
And when the crows pick their bones for an ounce of sense
I'll wheel my barrow shouting;
Bring out yer dead
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Name Of The Father
04:04
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I raped your mother then kissed her cold cheek
But lost all affection when I heard her speak
If Joseph gets home to find I'm not alone
My lipstick must not smear my frown
Then he walked through the door dropped his tools on the floor
Agape with a curious look stood unsure
'So you must be His Impotency
Who Mary speaks fondly about'
The Name of the Father is almost a clue
Conceived in the time it takes for a lie
To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds
Way down on a landslide I left you to rot
Distinguished by thorns on your crown I forgot;
Your urges like a Siberian chill
Tore families apart through their own free will
Your Father is not only present in name
Forsakened my alias God was to blame
The truth is Son I'd hoped you'd run
The family business well
I was just a humble salesman working door to door
Your impending birth assured recruitment to the cause
The Name of the Father is almost a clue
Conceived in the time it takes for a lie
To seek out the truth and destroy what it finds
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Sail A Boat
04:06
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We sailed on a boat overseas
To bring people to their knees
And make our country proud
On Zulu plains we spat upon foreign names
Where plain Drummer Hodge was slain
The battle snare still sounds
And we raise our caps to the Queen and the diplomats
We never doubt the facts
Bound by duties deeds
And we make no qualms with the Church of England psalms
There's never blood on our palms
Only dirty nails
We sailed on a boat overseas
To bring people to their knees
And make our country proud...
We sailed a boat...
When we step out of our door
We always try to help the poor
We offer them our cultured laws
And pray they follow the rules
But if they happen to decline
The foolish mark of savage swine
We lock them up to give them time
To pray and follow the rules
Throughout forever repeats come free
A storm will always break a tree
For ten more to rise and take it's place
The seed that conquers has no face
But as sure as the wind the King's throne is never empty
But until that day there will never be plenty
Because the foolish temperament of charity is sure
To take from the poor and give to the poor
Long live the King
Kneel and kiss his ring, singing;
Long live the King
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Pea Factory
08:08
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If you dare to dream then entertain the lie
That one day you'll be happy just to float in the abyss
That's all life is
We're all just occupying space in time
Peace of mind
Is for people who don't realise they're as small as a pea
In a pea factory
With sink in comfy couches and a remote to control
Any anxiety
You nearly had me sold
Whatever you touch turns to lead
So I'd best wade through this swamp of gold
Before you raise your head
A faceless man I know so well
Sits on my chest stares me right in the eye
When I'm asleep in bed
He perches there and I don't know why
I want to scream
I try to cry
But my lips will not move
When I go blind
There's no God to appease me
No pea's to please with their peace of mind
A giggle can be the cruellist thing to hear
Bitter cackle knife stab through the ear
But I'm still holding out
I'll remain devout
For as long as my list of options shall remain void
I'm paranoid
Then came viaduct kitsch
Daubed swastika scribble
Rebel without the caustic dribble...
A litter full of cats, a caveful of bats
An arrangement of hats, decanter caused a flood
Earth cake mud with trees for candles
Give away it's age and are felled with a thud
Poison ivy dressed as a handshake and a smile
(Have a nice day!)
Well I'm trying
But my weed killing instinct always seems to send me blooming into
Substance over style
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