Scroll 9 Lyrics

The chemist's shop on Regent StreetIt bustles through the nightBy candlelight, a power strikeNo London swing in sightMonkeys to quell'til division bellGood evening, Mr Hardin, sirY...Read Full Lyrics

Blakey and Olive, freaks and fascistsIt's a Knockout with tiny moustachesThe Mosley frontbench, cheered on by the massesTake on the cast of On the BusesA cry goes up: "I'll get you...Read Full Lyrics

The Eleventh Scroll — The Australian IRA ShowAmong the frustrations of life in the antipodes is the ceaselessly nagging sense that everything really interesting or important is h...Read Full Lyrics

All Tomorrow's PartiesOur agent says it's calledAs we pull up in the seaside rainto the Butlins bingo hallAs we wire up pyrotechnicsAnd the lighting rig is raisedThe extras pin on ...Read Full Lyrics

The Twelfth Scroll — My Mother My Dead MotherEngland's former capital once served as haven and headquarters for uncountable unwanted royalty. Among the more picturesque to have f...Read Full Lyrics

The cat's out the bagAnd the old bag's in the atticI'm effing and jeffingThey used to be so romanticHanging out the buntingAnd someone had a [???]On the blower to the man from Tatl...Read Full Lyrics

The Thirteenth Scroll — The Anthem of the ScrollsA tragic side-effect of all forms of oppression is that the victim slowly internalises their tormentor's low opinion of them. It ...Read Full Lyrics

[???]We have been paid to promote a video gameWith songs and hatsNo, that's not rightYou have been watching [???]And those who didn't noticeAre headless, arseless miceEvans has gon...Read Full Lyrics