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Clean
02:36
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I heard of a brand new powder/The buzz is getting louder/Making me prouder and prouder of my machine
Now my heart is so much lighter/All my whites, are snowy whiter/And my future must be brighter
Now I'm clean
Find it in all reputable outlets/Never at the cowboy outfits/You must have heard about it on the scene
If laundry is a hassle /And you're feeling frazzled/Prepare to be dazzled
You'll be clean
Clean, no shades of grey Clean, like a getaway
Clean, like a like a brand new day/the best you've ev er seen
It totally superior/Kills 99% of bacteria/No-one's going to worry where you've been
Don't be in a quandary/When it comes to laundry/Do something extraordinary
You'll be clean
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Cute Alert
02:51
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Cute alert, cute alert, better you don't bother your shirt, before you get down in the dirt, or vulnerable people are gonna get hurt
Cute eyes, cute nose, designer label and it shows, hair curled up in corn rows, did you hobble from Chernobyl cause your skin sorta glows
Cute teeth, cute lips, smiling at me with your hips, fish nets and silicon chips, dunno what it is about kirby grips
Cute alert, cute alert, better you don't bother your shirt, before you get down in the dirt, or vulnerable people are gonna get hurt
Cute legs, cute shoes, can't get over those tattoos, I really want to hear your views, if you were me is this the blusheryou would use
NC
Your heels and toes go clickety clack/You look just as pretty from the back
Tell the movers and the shakers at the sugar shack/You're the thirteenth sign of the zodiac
Cute alert, cute alert, better you don't bother your shirt, before you get down in the dirt, or vulnerable people are sure to get hurt
Cute makeup, cute lashes, are those eyebrows or moustaches, the jewellery in your nose flashes, try to take a selfie and your phone crashes
Cute body, cute brain, tell me how much you paid again, all that money down the drain, the human race is competely insane
Cute alert, cute alert, better you don't bother your shirt, before you get down in the dirt, or vulnerable people are gonna
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Do Not Resuscitate
03:07
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Well I know that you worry/Though I tell you it's no use/But the day must be coming you will have to cut me loose
So farewell my lovely when it comes to the big sleep/It's a long goodbye, it's an endless beep
Chorus
Do, not, resuscitate, me/Do, not, resuscitate/If I'm heading up to heaven, I don't want to be late
If you go into the kitchen and look in that big old jar/There's the money and the keys, don't forget - D N R
Well you know (that) I love you, like the sea loves salt/And I wouldn't want you thinking that it's anybody's fault
So I 'd better tell you now, while it crosses my mind/If you happen to be around, the day that I flatline
Well I know you might miss me/But please listen what I say/When I'm falling off the perch, please don't stand in my way
It was wonderful to be here, I met all those lovely friends/But that lonesome valley, is where it ends
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I Need A New Phone
02:49
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When I look at the screen//I feel like a has been//To keep up with the Joneses//I need a new phone//
It's beyond endurance/I can't claim insurance /I'll have to take out a loan/I need a new phone /lick
There's no headphone socket/Doesn't fit in my pocket/And it's heavy as a stone/I need a new phone
I want wireless charging/And no screen margin/I don't like to moan/But I need a new phone
It's only three weeks old/But it doesn't fold/I hate the ringtone/I need a new phone
And it's such a crime//One camera-at-a-time/And I don't think I'm alone/I need a new phone
Oh if you see me round town/And my head hangs down/You think I'm in the zone/But I need a new phone
Oh how my baby cried/And then the battery died/I should have known/I need a new phone
I need a new phone
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I am the judge, the jury and the executioner, I am the law, the courtroom and the trial
You might say//You are not guilty of the charge/But from today//You must not remain at large
You should know//You will be taken from this place/And you will go//To meet the justice that you face
And in your case//I will personally walk you down that long/// green/// mile
I am the judge, the jury and the executioner, I am the law, the courtroom and the trial
You may swear//I am innocent my lord/But beware//Of those scales and this sword
It's no defence//To plead ignorance of laws/There is no sense//And no insanity clause
No just cause//To put up any longer with your flat/// de///nial
I am the judge, the jury and the executioner, I am the law, the courtroom and the trial
Break, chorus
You might cry//Of what crime am I accused/But hereby//Your appeal it is refused
When you stand//Before the one who made us all/He will command//On your knees you must fall
And the call//Will come to say your sins cannot be re///con///ciled
I am the judge, the jury and the executioner, I am the law, the courtroom and the trial
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Laughed Out Loud
03:31
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He did his usual thing/Living like a king/Kept everybody waiting and he said
I'm entitled to try your patience/Lower your expectations/I can do it off the top of my head
So he stood up on the stage/And he didn't look at the page/That's the way to work a crowd
And he stared at the logo on the screen/Like the strangest thing he'd ever seen/And everybody laughed out loud
INSTR.
In his mind he was so wise/He was trying it on for size/Was anybody ever so well endowed
And he played the tape in his mind/The way it was designed/And everybody laughed out loud
Daily rate at the bullshit shop/Fifty k or more a pop/Biggest clown in the big top
Get him started he won't stop
Dark blue double trouble bubble suit/Late night great white photo shoot/Wearing his imaginary crown
Well he got up out of his chair/And he smoothed back his bootblack hair/Waiting for the chatter to die down
He'd done it all before/Left them wanting more/Trying-not to feel too proud
But there was silence as he spoke/Nobody understood the joke/Was it Latin, Greek or French/And as he lay down on the bench
Everybody laughed out loud, ha ha
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Maryse
03:03
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Oh] Maryse Maryse, nothing; is too good for you
Maryse oh Maryse, be Maryse's all you got to do
Somebody's a master, somebody's a slave, somebody's a paleface, somebody's a brave
Somebody's a copper, somebody's a robber, is it proper for your body or your soul to be saved> Maryse
Somebody's a drivethru, somebody's a carryout, worrying about do you doubt that's a homewrecker
Somebody's a rich man, somebody's a beggar; someone gets a whopper when they want a double decker> Maryse
Somebody's the hunter, somebody's the prey; some of them punters come twice a day
Somebody wins, somebody loses, choose it for me bring it to me look right through me just ignore me thought you saw me
sure you knew me you're too gloomy sorta bore me whose is yours is nobody refuses let's join forces I'll have it your way
Hold your horses! Maryse
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Na-Na-Na-Na-Narcissistic
02:57
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Japanese chick, selfie stick, just like all the others
Dead-eye Dick, six feet thick, six feet under my brothers
Take your pick, wait for the click, try to look optimistic
Ever so slightly na na na na, na na na na, na na na na nar, cissistic
Kids out back, all smoke crack, Mama thinks they're playing nicely/Who takes the flak, fuck you Jack, nobody knows precisely
Fix a little snack, that's your whack, wherever you left your lipstick/Ever so slightly na na na na, na na na na, na na na na narcissistic
It isn't me, it's you you see, this is going nowhere/You like to be, allergy free, I got a thing for mohair
Eventually, if we can't agree, one of us is going to go ballistic/Ever so slightly na na na na, na na na na, na na na na narcissistic
Shaggy blond hair, he don't care, if his lips move then he's lying/Musical chairs, he even cheats there, cheek that's death-defying
Won't play fair, he wouldn't dare-calls] everybody opportunistic/Ever so slightly na na na na, na na na na, na na na na narcissistic
Kick down the door, quick on the draw pick on the poor and helpless/Nick from the store sick on the floorby half past four you're well pissed
Want some more well if you're sure you're not gonna lose your biscuits
Twist or stick, five card trick, blackjack at the tables/Lost a brick, sorry no tick so it's the battery and the cables
Call in sick, take off at a lick, having to be realistic/Ever so slightly na na na na (x11) narcissistic
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Once Upon A Lucky Day
03:19
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I'll take my chances with the sidelong glances and the backstage whispers over going down with you (going down with you)
Ripping up the envelope to the sound of a calliope that comes round every Christmas like I hoped it wouldn't do
And trying not to cry that I'd really rather die than subject myself to any more of what you put me through
So may I be excused from pretending I'm amused for the sake of saving face on social media
Haven't had a drink yet I'm wide awake I think it's a grave case of emotional procedure
So strum that ukulele you can slum it at the ceilidh I'll come and trace you daily with a ouija
Hip, hip hooray, once upon a lucky day
No need to apologise, we've all been pathologised, you might know my collar size but that's not-enough to hang me
So much time I must have spent, only just sussed out what it meant, such a sacrifice, I'd love it if you'd thank me
In the street there's a parade, sounds like jars of marmalade, all those orange lullabies are rough quite frankly
Hip, hip hooray, once upon alucky day
Once upon a lucky day
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Say It To My Face
02:45
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Say you care about me (x3), say it to my face
Jesus on the juice, the face of Mary on the toast/Promises, promises, who gets to keep the most
I don't want to own you, I don't want control/I just wish you'd give me back the heart you stole
You can keep your fingers crossed, just in case/Say you care about me, say it to my face
Say that we'll get married, throw a little bash/Next day it's all over and out with the trash
Vapourise a king size, worship at the flame/At the house of correction they know us all by name
Listening for an echo from the deepest heart of space/Say you care about me, say it to my face
Ticked all of the boxes, all the baggage to unpack/Are we gonna hit the road or should we hit the sack
Wake up in the morning, coming to the crunch/Breakfast on the table just in time for lunch
Where is my connection, this must be the place/Say you care about me, say it to my face
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Start With Yourself
02:57
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The first thing I do every day/I think to myself and I say/There has to be a better way/Of makin g it all OK
The first step I always take/Before I'm even really awake/Oh for heaven's sake/Give yourself a break
Start with yourself, start with yourself/Before you start on anybody else
And the first thing I always do/Before I even take in the view/Sure as the sky will be blue/I reach out my arms for you
And the first face that I see/Yours is whose it has to be/Oh, mercy mercy me/I'll tell you something for free
Start with yourself, start with yourself/Before you start on somebody else
And the first day you were gone//Was the last time the sun ever shone/I'm not an automaton/But how-else could I go on
And the first thing I said/I hadn't even left my bed/Oh, strike me dead/You have to get it into your head
Start with yourself, start with yourself/Before you start on somebody else x3
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12. |
What A Drive
03:06
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What a drive//what a drive//feels good to be alive/Feels like flying//through the air/feels like really//getting there
Feels like being//on the move/feels like nothing//to im prove/Feels like going//all night/Feels like everything's all right
What a drive, what a drive, it feels good to be alive/Feels like running, to the shore, feels like ninety nine or more
Feels like space, feels like speed, feels like just what I need/Feels like going all night/Feels like everything's all right
Night time white line mighty fine road sign whizzing by isn't why I didn't try to visit still how busy is it where you are
Cause here// it's clear//Did you disappear?/ Well hold my beer
What a drive, what a drive, it feels good to be alive/Feels like you, are getting near, feels like you are nearly here
Feels like getting, somewhere fast, feels like home, home at last/Feels like going all night/Feels like everything's all right
Shrink wrap route map last lap speed trap cold snap mind the gap old chap slap happy whippersnapper grand pappy fingers going
Tippy tappy tip//Tippy tappy tip//And have a safe trip don't lose your grip
What a drive, what a drive, it feels good to be alive/Feels like wheels on fire/Feels like higher and higher
Feels like watch my dust, feels like a name you can trust/Feels like going all night/Feels like everything's all right.
(breathe)
The gold toothed troll with a moothie in the toll booth, sold you a ticket rolled smooth then he told you where to stick it when you got to lick it first, if your thirst won't let you kick it you'll be cursed and you'll brick it (but) the worst is the trick it tends to play on your mind, and the ways that you find when you're days behind, (and) you got no proof do you swear to tell the whole truth or word salad murder ballads, fossil fuel's impossible, (the) shale is inaccessible, fracking's inadmissible, the cracks are metaphysical, (the) telephone poles are like shackles on your soul and you'd better be the card holder on the hard shoulder
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The Sachets Of Relish Glasgow, UK
The Sachets Of Relish started as a box of abandoned toys which was dumped in a landfill site contaminated with Uranium 235 from leaky nuclear submarines at Faslane
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