Im not the flighty gecko you chased into the crack in the stumpOf the sycamore treeRonald said adjusting was the last thing I should do when Im drunkBecause the worlds the diseaseThe head splits from the bodyThe decay begins to face its own decayIts like the tail that wags the dogCinnamons the smell of someone who would rather be aliveA reciprocal girlA person who is stubbornly releasing all the drones in the hiveIts a reciprocal worldWhen the head splits from the bodyThe decay begins to face its own decayIts like the quack that leads the duckAnd Ronald tells me madness is the only sane response to the machineTo things as they areI see the exhibitionist believes it only happens in a dreamOr in the back of a carAnd I was going round and round in the Columbia garage with coloured lights flashingBut only in my headThe Russian girl was Wednesday I think she ran away but thats okayIve still got her underwearAnd Im becoming all the characters I used to sing about but theyNeed the airAnd its the journey that exhausts you not burying your headache in the fireIn an obstacle worldAnd Ronald says hes kissed the lips of every live electrical wireOn the Golbourne RoadThe head splits from the bodyThe decay begins to face its own decayIts just the fish youve got to fryTo disappear is easy when inside you feel youre cut into threeIn the shape of a pearI always wonder how I carry on when things are so unrealBut Ronald saysBy being everywhereThe head splits from the bodyThe decay begins to face its own decayIts just the pig youve got to fly

Time is a chloroformNature a horror filmSlow-motion holocaustFlowing pastWe are the star of ageWe swallow every ageTiny philosopherPoet-turned-sageNature dismembers usBreaks and Decembers usErasing our wanderlustSlowing us downGoing on for centuriesIs how were meant to beLike an enormous treeWinged through with historyTiny philosopherPoet-turned-sageNature Decembers usSo be adventurousHere comes the TerminusSic transit usSic transit usSic transit usSic transit usSic transit usSic transit us

The Pasha can do anything that he wantsBut he mostly wants sex and cocaineThe Pasha can have anyone that he wantsEating ice cream and candy all dayThe Pasha treats people like Turkish delightAnd he swallows them down like a snackHe summons his whores and goes down on all foursAnd before them brings everything backThe Pasha is wealthyThe Pasha is SelfishThe Pashas the monster in youThe Pasha is simply what happens to peopleWhen people have nothing to doDesires and requirements in dull-speaking tyrantsAnd nothing is ever enoughThe Pasha can meet everyone in the worldAnd still remain empty of loveThe Pasha is sickSick of the sinSick up to here with himselfHis Puritan nephew will execute himTo save him from doing it himselfThe Pasha is boredBored of his whoresBut he doesnt like falling in loveThe Pasha says OuchTheres a [?] in my couchThe Pashas [?]The Pasha is living all day in pajamasHe hardly wears anything elseThe Pasha is healthy but sick of the dramaThe drama of being himselfShould he go shopping or order a hangingAnd should he go hunting for gameIt all becomes boring when [?]And everyday feels just the sameThe Pasha is sickSick of the deathSick to the teeth of himselfHis Puritan nephew will execute himTo save him from doing it himselfThe Pasha is sickSick in his skinSick up to here with himselfHis Puritan nephew will execute himTo save him from doing it himself

Its not as if you smell of pooBut everyones avoiding youNothings coming out of you thats interesting at allOh no here you comeKeen to corner everyoneWith boring stuff we honestly dont really need to hearAnd you keep hanging roundRunning me to groundFind me something fresh or find some other fox to houndDo something anythingTo make my heart singMake me want to ever want to see your face againYou say stupid thingsWhy are we listeningWhen you dont even really seem to listen to yourselfSo lets go different waysYou speak in clichesWhen Ive got nothing new to say my lips are sealedSay something anythingTo make my heart singNo motherfucker in this world wants a boring friendSo why not surprise yourselfWhy not turn into someone elseLose one ton of ugly fat by cutting off your headBe Austrian AustralianReptile RastafarianBe anything that interests me or just leave me aloneDo something anythingTo make my heart singMake me want to ever want to see your face againSay something say anythingTo make my heart singNo motherfucker in this world wants a boring friendIm not one for naming namesEveryone should up their gameNo-one clever ever has to be the boring friend

You will never beat the clockYou will never whip itIn fact the clock beats youMight as well admit itGiving birth hurts like hellChildren cost a bucketBut without them we will fallSo whip the womb now fuck itWombwhip pussywhipCrack crackWombwhip cockwhipBiology the bomb the clockBetter womb- than tomb-whippedThe coffin is a hungry boxRussian dolls a better bossWe need people in the worldGet to work now girls!Russian dolls may wombwhip youBut boys are wombwhipped tooWombwhip pussywhipCrack crackWombwhip cockwhip

We gave him our trust that bugger the shepherdThat leper the shepherd who fucked all our sheepWe gave him our trust that bugger the shepherdHe worked in our name and got paid with our feeAnd the butcher did love him that bugger the shepherdThe butcher did call him the leader of the gangAnd gave him protection wherever he travelledFleecing our sheep and roving our landsHe drove a Rolls Royce that bugger the shepherdHe drove a Rolls Royce and he smoked a cigarHe wore a gold necklace that leper the shepherdHe buggered our lambs and we paid for the carHe fucked all our sheep in the back of the RollsFucked all our sheep and he fucked all our lambsHe pushed his fat fist deep into their bowelsAnd then he came grinning and shook all our handsWe should have killed him and skinned him that leper the shepherdBut the butcher did call him the leader of the gangAnd give him protection wherever he travelledAnd so he died old a very rich manThey buried him upright that leper the shepherdIn a bunker of concrete with a padlock of steelThey buried him upright that bugger the shepherdAnd the butcher is still in command of the hill

Some days I cant believe Im even here at allI dont ride high and I dont walk tallI want to crawl into bedCover my headWith a big yellow pillowTo block the viewShoot the planet if were only on it to dieWell the people at the office say Hows its going sir?But they dont really want to know my answerIm like a passenger jetCrashed in TibetAnd the dead are getting eaten by the survivorShoot the planet if were only on it to dieWell the doctor said Ive got to try to slow things downSo I went for a month to a slower townI really thought I was deadBecame a crackheadAnd ended up throwing up at 4amShoot the planet if were only on it to dieWell I went for a walk in the shopping mallBut I didnt see anyone alive at allPeople spend spend spendLike its the Day of the DeadEarth-eating zombies make my flesh crawlShoot the planet if were only on it to buySome days I cant believe Im even here at allI dont ride high and I dont walk tallIts like they stopped the planet just for meAnd theres no more moon and no more seaShoot the planet were only on it to die

For too long now weve been ruled byPeople who dont share or go byPrinciples we want to live byIn the land of ScotlandWe want semi-ScandinavianSocialism in one nationFree healthcare free educationIn the land of ScotlandEast Kilbride to TobermoryLets start over on our storyJoin the reel and feel our gloryIn the land of ScotlandIndecision now is endedScotlands better independentTake your ballot and your penAnd mend the land of ScotlandSo vote yes to start the turnWithout forgetting BannockburnAnd every nation soon will learnThat were the land of ScotlandYou can take the Scot from ScotlandYou can make him diasporanBut youll never make him foreignTo the land of ScotlandFor too long now weve been ruled byPeople who dont share or go byPrinciples we want to live byIn the land of ScotlandWe want semi-ScandinavianSocialism in one nationFree healthcare free educationFor the land of Scotland

Helicopter up the mountainWhen you see a zebra never stopChop down each obstructing pear treeUntil you unfairly reach the topSpoil your child with a little leg-upSqueeze him to the top of the shitheapWith the headstart that his uncle has paid forHell be king of the manure within the weekClimb the mountain with your helicopterBullying the weakest on the wayRule the West but do not kill the messengerReporting for The World TodayMachiavelli had the methodTried and testeds always bestTheres no room for beginners when youre breeding little winnersSmug young thugs raised to rule the WestSo helicopter up every mountainWhen you see a pregnant woman stabNature is no socialist shes red in tooth and clawSo remember to take what you can grabNo time for playing now or failureSoon there wont be any time to sleepIts the human race and someones got to run itLittle winners dont have time to weep

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Oh my mind is made up about you Now and always Though the seasons come and they go Nothing will ever change Well I took a little chance And I laid my heart down I thought you'd be the one Who would always stick around I took a little time Though I knew it would be That we had a date with destiny Wel ...

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