Sleepwalking
1. Playground Brutality
2. Armchair Anarchist
3. Queen Jane
4. Sad To See You Go
5. Help Yourself
6. Tomorrow’s World
7. Ten Years Asleep
8. Honesty Kills
9. Sequinned Thug
10. Sleepwalking InThe Five O’Clock Shadow
11. Stay Free
12. Pyromaniac’s Anonymous
Playground Brutality
The falling of your tears
was the best environmental news
we’ve had in years
’round here
Everything looks vulgar…. sometimes
I’ll write that out a hundred times
Coughing up the chalk dust
I wonder why
Unhappy hour begins
at twelve
And my punishment doesn’t just stop
with the final bell
Is anybody there?
Is anybody out there?
Nobody in the whole world seems to care
I’m a marked anarchist
Yes, I’m being totally honest
In fact, just the other morning
I was planning a bombing
Firstly, the House Of Lords
then on to the Brit Awards
Singing
“Bomb the idiots”
“Bomb all the idiots now”
“Bomb the idiots”
“Bomb all the idiots now”
I’m a public enemy
The gallows is where it’ll have to be
And there’ll be no remorse
for all the panic that I have caused
Just as I light the fuse wire
I can just picture the headlines
“Viva Dynamite”
“Viva Dynamite Oh”
“Viva Dynamite”
“Viva Dynamite Oh”
To move the world in some way
Without leaving any bad taste
In the mouths of the human race
The human race
I’m a young transvestite
I wear clothes that women like
In fact I’ve got a lovely silken blouse
That just gets me so aroused
What do you think of me?
What do you think of me now?
What do you think of me?
What do you think of me now?
What will you do to me?
What will you do to me now?
Why don’t you shoot me?
Take a gun and shoot me down?
‘Cause I’ve lost all faith
In the human race
or is it just another bad day?
Queen Jane
I saw you sitting on the pavement
Watching the goose-step of the crowd
You were a picture of rebellion
A kleptomaniac and proud
Well I should’ve seen it coming
from miles away
kiss the pavement goodbye
and say hello to the ice age
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to fight for
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to lose
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to live for
And there’s a lot more people worse off than you
Well let’s just pretend we’re human beings
for a while
Chronic Shyness
Can drive us to a smile
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to cry for
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to win
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to die for
And there’s a lot more people better off than you
The say your vacant face
Helps the tourist trade
If they could see you in your leisure time… well
A funny thing happened on the way to here
The headlines read like the end was near
For Queen Jane
The say your vacant face
Helps the tourist trade
If they could see you in your leisure time…
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to fight for
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to lose
Queen Jane
You’ve got everything to die for
And there’s a lot more people worse off than you
Queen Jane
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Sad To See You Go
You killed me with your opening lines of the day
You slayed me at the breakfast table
in your own imitatable way
You said “Every single bride
should be institutionalized”
Sad to see you go
By ten o’clock we were lost on the ring road
I made a joke that I’d get you in a strangle hold
Dropping stones off a motorway bridge
was something people would forgive
Sad we didn’t know
You said you were the girl that couldn’t say no
You said you’d told the world
exactly where to go
Sad to see you go
Sad we didn’t know
We must’ve crossed St. Peter’s tripwire
And as the car stopped
My heart stopped… dead
Sad to see you go
Sad we didn’t know
I didn’t notice the rain soaked streets
Did you hear the brakes screech
Sad to see you go
Sad we didn’t know
Sad to see you go
Sad we didn’t know
Nervous
You know you’re making me nervous
Because I’ve never known anyone live life with such purpose…
on purpose
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it’s your common sense everybody needs
Instead of….
Help yourself
What’s mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don’t bite the hand that feeds
Nameless
The homeless shall remain nameless
And your barber shop bravado
doesn’t cut at Barnardo’s
Just with the brainless…
and the shameless
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it’s your common sense everybody needs
Instead of…
Help yourself
What’s mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don’t bite the hand that feeds
Righteous
I could never be righteous
Because I can’t afford the brains
the time, the smiles and the niceness…
It’s priceless
Pretty boys, pretty boys
No more glamour of disease
Pity boys, pity boys
That it’s your common sense everybody needs
Instead of…
Help yourself
What’s mine is yours and yours to keep
Help yourself
But just don’t bite the hand that feeds
Tomorrows World
Did you see his eyes
Did you see his eyes
In the light
Television eyes
Television eyes
Square and blind
Take your money and run
Take your money and hide
Take your money and run
Take your money inside
There is no time
You must take sides
This is the last stand against tomorrow’s world
This is the last stand against tomorrow’s world
Habitual lies
Habitual Lies
All the time
Sensible life
Sensible life Live long and die
I won’t just forget
You can’t wash your mind
I know the kindest cut
If you give me the knife
There is no time
You must decide
This is the last stand against tomorrow’s world
This is the last stand against tomorrow’s world
He said it wouldn’t last
It wouldn’t happen in another world
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer planet
It would’ve happened in another world
So don’t pretend to care when you don’t care
Ten years asleep
In the queue for the late night bus
With all of us
Breakfast television
Is the biggest decision I’ve made
In the last decade
It wouldn’t happen in another world
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer planet
It would’ve happened in another world
So don’t pretend to care when you don’t care
Ten years asleep
It’ll be far too late
To call 0898
Ten years asleep
Every mind is UXB
So don’t pretend that…
It wouldn’t happen in another world
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer planet
It would’ve happened in another world
So don’t pretend to care when you don’t care
All the punks are pushing thrity years
And are hardly feared
All the young dudes
Work for all the old brutes
In expensive suits
Ten years asleep
’cause your grave is empty
But already dug
Ten years of sleeping knees
Instead of news
So don’t complain that…
It wouldn’t happen in another world
It couldn’t have happened to a nicer planet
It would’ve happened in another world
So don’t pretend to care when you don’t care
There, there, there
Honesty Kills
What’s Richard got
That I haven’t got
It’s not that hideous grin
That puts every girl
that sees him in a spin
You say he’s funny and he’s nice
And you listen to his advice
Well, maybe listen to some of mine
‘Cause it will save you lots of pain and time
Honesty kills
The best of us
And liars like hime
Claim the minds
Of the rest of us
The news is all he wants you for
The noose is all he’s good for
Remember Richard said
“The broken hearted are easy to bed”
Don’t be gullible and kind
‘Cause he just wants to get his pockets lined
Honesty kills
The best of us
And liars like hime
Claim the minds
Of the rest of us
The news is all he wants you for
The noose is all he’s good for
People only see what they want to see
It’s a symptom of life’s hypocrisy
People only see what they want to see
That’s why you’re stripping naked in his back seat
People only see what they want to see
The news is all he wants you for
The noose is all he’s good for
String him up!
Sequinned Thug
You’re a sequinned thug
Proud to spill blood on the streets
You’re nobody’s mug
You’ll keep hammering
the message home
the message home
You’re a sequinned thug
Proud to spill blood on the streets
You’re nobody’s mug
You’ll keep hammering
the message home
the message home
You glitter on the Underground
Where the echoes are victims cries
Searching for truths
In your steel capped boots
Cutting people down to size
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
You’re a sequinned thug
You war against suburban hordes
Committing crimes
On behalf of the shyer youth
of today
of today
You glitter on the Underground
Where the echoes are victims cries
Searching for truths
In your steel capped boots
Cutting people down to size
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Nobody’s safe
In the neighborhood
Nobody’s safe
From the sequinned thug
Nobody’s safe
In the whole wide world
Nobody’s Safe
From the sequinned thug
You’re a sequinned thug
Proud to sniff glue on the streets
But you’ve never mugged
You just like kicking in people’s heads
People’s heads
People’s heads
You glitter on the Underground
Where the echoes are victims cries
Searching for truths
In your steel capped boots
Cutting people down to size
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
Have you lost all hope
You can’t afford to be bored with life
Right now
Sleepwalking In The Five O’Clock Shadow
When you wake
Do you really wake
Or do you walk in your sleep
When you taste
Do you really taste
Or does the work kill the pleasure
When you die
Will you really die
Or will you have been dead for years
When you cry
Do you really cry
Here all hope ends in my life
Sleepwalk into your grave
When you think
Do you really think
That we’re all living downwind
What do you fear
Do you really fear
To forget your sunblock at Armageddon
When you steal
Would you really steal
Because you hate and loathe your innocence
When you kill
Would you really kill
Because the news never changes
Sleepwalk into your grave
When you cry
Do you really cry
Here all hope ends in my life
My life
She’d like to life in a day dream
‘Cause there is no love on the dole
Others feel the weight of history
Bought before they’re sold
Why have all my friends become housewives
Acting on remote control
She’d love to stay free
She’d love to stay free
Absolutely
She’ll stay free
The things she does just for money
What a drag it is being broke
She’d like to stay in bed forever
But it wouldn’t even pay for the rope
You can’t but stare at her baby
With her eyes of Sellafield green
She’d love to stay free
She’d love to stay free
I walk with a guilty conscience
Work seems alien
And they’re a fickle bunch, the government… at best
Always attacking imagination
Like it’s some kind of joke
so for the time being I’ll stay free on a tightrope
Love, love, love, love, love
To stay free
She’d love, love, love, love, love
to stay free
She’d love to stay free
Absolutely
She’ll stay free
Economically
She’ll stay free
Maybe
She’ll saty free
If nothing else she’ll saty free
That deep whining sound
Is a lust for this town
And the sleaze all around is poetic
those muti-colored lights
That shine through the night
Reveal all that’s poor and pathetic
Beneath all that fire
Is a heartfelt desire
To douse the whole city in petrol
But I’d probably set camp
And the matches be damp
And I wouldn’t get to see no inferno
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter
Slowly coming ’round
To the drabness of the town
But spurred on by fear of anonymity
I’ve seen it all before
People always ignore
What the police didn’t see in the vicinity
It’s a family trait
Fire runs in my veins
But as a person doesn’t make me any lesser
Seeing the ashes
The heart and the flashes
Those things aren’t done by any hairdresser
Oh, no! Oh, no!
Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter
Burn down the schools
It’s no substitute for the truth
Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter
Got to sleep through the day
To keep all my thoughts at bay
Got to sleep through the day
Sleep through the day
Flames looks much brighter
Than the cold, hard things
That are given you
Pass the lighter