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50 days before the hun
my brothers in the cheap seats
came up with an ingenious plan
came up with a brilliant scheme
they would smile as they'd smile in the stocks
they would grizzle then return to their sheds
sea-salt crackers with the sea-salt taken out
then served to the grateful twats

Roll on

Your pity sets the bar so high
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!
Your pity sets the bar so white
I can't believe it believe it myself
What a guy!

Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth,

i'm in hamburg for a week
do you know a nice thai place?
i have a birthday while i'm there
call an undertaker

i'm a prisoner of fun
completely especially anatomically blown-up
for the lesser mortals

Three men walk into a café
Take a corner booth - and wait for context
Excuse me madam, this service is a joke
I came in here for anecdotes and left with
Friends I'll never sing for

You're not just a punchline now
You're more than the end of something

Chicken tikka bath salts found at bus stops
Social gravy - sweet momentum

Underneath the city of exploded children
Underneath the city everything is fine
Underneath the city of exploded children
Underneath the city everything is fine
Underneath the city of exploded children

Meadows, meadows
Thanks for the meadows
You take the a-roads
And we'll have the towns

Tories, Tories
Thanks for the Tories
You sleep with devils

Dan, Dan, you're a good man
But you better not speak for me
I spent sixteen hours in a luggage rack
With these children at my feet
They thought I was Brazilian
They made me sign their boots
A special talent trapped inside
The body of a youth

Woke in a ditch where the bitches grin to the sound of the present tense
How many sound checks can a man ignore before he turns into a shadow of himself?
I've got nothing left but an autograph and the strangest sense of doubt
I think the name belongs to me
But someone else is living with it

I am the least of your problems
But I don't mind

There's nothing like being owned
Kept by beens in a jelly mould
Brought out on special occasions
Served with black entertainment
Measured by the size of the rash minus income
Make it stop, we could all get together
And fucking burn the lot
Kept by bees in a glass case

From wild summers
To wild winters
Better bovine than equine
Better bovine than equine

From bold brothers
For stolen moments
Better bovine than equine

He'd found her on the floor
They'd had to sell the sofa
The children had departed
But beer won't buy itself
He'd kissed her on the cheek
And placed her palms together
If furniture is sadness
Then he would celebrate her

Come alone
Yes
Why put the body where the body don't want to go?
Under my nails?
Yes
Why put the body where the body don't want to go?

I don't need a point because I didn't last summer

Forty six seconds in your company
Or ninety four tears in a frozen wasteland
Thirty eight minutes in a chicken's nightmare
Or sixty two welcome homes in a dream
Hurry up and get some juice for the juice man
No big heads or the big man will loose your head
Button up and lock your heart on the way out
Tell your friends last night was the perfect fit

I think everybody has fantasised what they would ask Elvis if he was still alive. I know what I would ask him:
"What's your favourite film?")

Jaws? Jaws 2? More Jaws? or Jaws rebooted?
Please, let's take a second to think about a future state of love and bliss
Brought to you by wish lists of eight year old boys who only crave explosions
Why?
Well, being eight, they have an excuse - they'rre eight!

Small bones small bodies, sink into semantics
The slightest excuse - the tiniest exo-skeleton
She said, the fossil, it sets such a standard
Forgetting the reason - small bones, bigger problems
With this, I miss you, I finally admit that
And beg forgiveness, my finest exo-skeleton
I am the fossil, we are the fossil, that beg forgiveness
Small bones small bodies

Made a living from contract bridge
Boring, but magnificent
Surely you're amazed by it
Suddenly these processes
Do not seem significant
Now we are not worthy of friends
Open wide for - sudden folk songs

In the end everybody wins
as long as we remember there's a reason for
incredible wealth (incredible wealth) incredible luck (incredible luck)
Don't despair, life is just a dream
and nobody can judge us if we choose to face it gradually (it gradually) makes everything right (means nothing can beat us)

Come join, come join our hopeless cause
Come join, come join our lost cause

Tales are told of terrible men
Of anger, poise and pride
She's got a lot of pickled onions
Hanging from her thighs
Then violence solved everything
Violence, she solved everything
Violence solved everything
Violence, she solved everything