Nineteen Eighty Bore Lyrics

Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper, Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause. They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise", This womanhood of smooth and...Read Full Lyrics

The grey man at the wheel Looks around to see if there's some skirt he can steal He doesn't really want to, he's just acting out a game In their own fucked up way, most people do t...Read Full Lyrics

Yes that's right, punk is dead, It's just another cheap product for the consumers head. Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors, Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters. Cbs ...Read Full Lyrics

Not for me the factory floor, Sweeping up from nine to four. Not for me the silly rat race, I don't see the point in anycase. People ask me why I say what I do, I say to them, "Wel...Read Full Lyrics

I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private i...Read Full Lyrics

Cor blimey Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big'un Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm Dealing out pain is my kind of fun Get my drift? I mean real harm I like the sound of cracking bones...Read Full Lyrics

Shaved women collaborators Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screamin...Read Full Lyrics

Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams. We weave and spin a web of fantasy. We touch on the pain and fear..... Then whisk you back to the consumer world. Touch the surfaces smooth...Read Full Lyrics

Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden Last vision the lark is flame The cattle she'd gives off the smell of sunday kitchen The gentle eye, the dispensable perfe...Read Full Lyrics

Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fuckland...Read Full Lyrics