1. |
Take Today
03:17
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Sell them a Tea Towel
Sell them a Sofa
Sell them Tomorrow
Taking the Mickey
Tell all the Tall Tales
And Take Today
Say that you're sorry
Say that's its tricky
Shout that its over
As you start to shake the tin
Sell them a Tea Towel
Sell them a Sofa
Sell them Tomorrow
Taking the Mickey
Tell all the Tall Tales
And Take Today
Tarnish the stonework
Thank all the children
Just take their dinners
As you start to scoff away
Sell them a Tea Towel
Sell them a Sofa
Sell them Tomorrow
Taking the Mickey
Tell all the Tall Tales
And Take Today
Besmear their colours
Splatter the pavement
Just take their dinners
As you start to scoff away
Sell them the Prestige
Sell them a condom
Sell them to them, to them, to them
You're taking the Mickey
Tell all the Tall Tales
And Take Today
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2. |
The Creep
02:54
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I entirely reject your standards for judging my behaviour
They sat and fiddled while the speaker carried on
You wish the day away with your Endless Scrabbling
The Doctor declares The Patient well though they have no patience
And so it is, and what it always shall be
What it is and always will
The Creeping Threats and The Crawling Problems
The Moss that grows underneath The Windowsill
Slap my wrists again, Oh Deary Me
Say what you sing loudly in your ivory tower
There you go, shouting "This is the end" while wearing Coco's and Converse
Then you're looking at the homeless and you say "Man that's just perverse"
And so it is, and what it always shall be
What it is and always will
The Creeping Threats and The Crawling Problems
The Moss that grows underneath The Windowsill
Unearth my laughing and raised eyebrow
and a million fingers raising up a million more
Dig up your soul, Go score a Goal, Maybe London is calling
You'll pick up the phone maybe and calm it down!
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3. |
Pages of Mine
03:41
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I want somebody to show somebody else how to do it X2
Cos when the sun dries up in the veins of the boiling sea
You are the Writer, You are the Poet in me
You're the grace that flows sweet energy
So maybe those words might rip right out of me.
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4. |
Rockstar
03:37
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Through big drum breaks, the bedroom shakes, he's never had it so good
He's a raspy singer with a big middle finger, his band plays just like they should
His voice is rowdy, to the crowd he always makes them cheer
Stadium Bedroom, Air guitar no head room, Path is clear
Thumps on the floor
They cant take it anymore
They get ignored
He's playing his encore
Rockstar, you are, you pretty thing, crashed down from Mars
And the better they know it, you'll be a poet driving flashy cars
Your head is bursting and your heart is raw
You dont care your friends think you're a dinosaur
Rockstar, you are, you are, you are
She's a teenage queen who doesn't fit the scene dictated
Tired of Barbarella under her umbrella, that sound's inflated
So at night she writes and wants to explore
Pick up the pieces, Pick up a Guitar
She cant hear the names she's called, she's drowning them out
Put on your crazy makeup and give us a pout
Thumps on the floor
They cant take it anymore
They get ignored
He's playing his encore
Rockstar, you are, you pretty thing, crashed down from Mars
And the better they know it, you'll be a poet driving flashy cars
Your head is bursting and your heart is raw
You dont care your friends think you're a dinosaur
Rockstar, you are, you are, you are
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Benny Jet England, UK
Too Punk for Acoustic Music and Too Glam for anything else...
Hailing from The Isle of Wight UK for
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