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Mouldy Old Dough
02:03
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Sugar And Spice
02:22
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Fee fi foe fumb your no fun,
What flows through the veins of all English men?
If your whiskey shakes then your powder numbs.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Sugar and spice and all things nice,
A morning fag and a heart attack.
Snaps and snails and puppy dogs tails.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Sticks and stones will break your bones,
But twist and gurn as your heart throb beats.
Now you're on your Jack Jones in the smoking zones,
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Sighs and leers and crocodile tears,
Inslufation cheap Croatian disco dance.
Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces,
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Fee fi foe fumb your no fun,
What flows through the minds of all English men?
Ribbons and laces and cheap pretty faces.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Sugar and spice and all things nice,
A morning fag and a heart attack.
Snaps and snails and puppy dogs tails.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder they say.
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Carpe Diem
03:31
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Wanna be Bukowski, you're neither clever nor free.
There's nothing left, your minds bereft of anything besides TV.
You said I can't play guitar, that I won't get far. But if you don't come to my show well then I guess you'll never know.
Maybe the records won't sell and we'll go to hell. But your integrity's in tatters, Facebook fans are all that matters.
I drink cheap red wine, I find two bottles are fine. It's two for five, my life's a dive but it's all that keeps me alive.
Carpe diem my friend, here we go again.
Carpe diem my friend, here we go again.
You want fifteen minutes of fame.
On my tombstone it may say. Andy Warhol was a whore but me?
I wanna be Bukowski.
So where the cool kids go I just don't want to know. But for the privilege of their tracks iTunes will never pay them back.
They'll all sell out quick for a couple of quid. Or try to get themselves sucked off by an old ex-x-factor kid.
His mother bought him a Jag, claims he loves Black Flag. And do you play the surf guitar, of course you must be Jonny Marr.
I can't afford to eat with the habits I keep but I tell you I couldn't care less you got no grasp on success.
Chorus.
I couldn't pay the door, I'm too fucking poor. The took my bottle of gin and said I couldn't take it in.
I crashed my BM3 through a wall and a tree but the only tragedy is that I lost some good cd's.
But the grin sets in as the drinking begins, you won't be winning til you're losing, satisfaction isn't choosing.
I'm glad you'll never be me, I don't want you to see. But if you want it you can get it and we'll call it our disease.
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Outcast Diefast
02:33
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He said you'll never achieve what it is you're wanting,
I said it wasn't worth what you want achieving.
Call me a liar, a thief, a fool, and just a dreamer,
Said you want it you got it, you need it you'll get it.
Is ignorance bliss or is it operation time?
Too proud of yourself you sanctimonious martyr.
If you fear growing older or burning out, take it easy,
I'm an outcast, die fast, but satisfied at last.
So hold me back, if you get a kick from that
You're dead.
You're dead,
You're dead. You're dead, you're dead, you're dead. Dead, you're dead, you're dead.
A single cigarette lingered and you heard him choking,
A stain on silver paper and your week old clothing.
With your infinite wisdom your eyes were closing,
Self righteous stares sorry for the self loathing.
Is ignorance bliss or is it operation time?
Too proud of yourself you sanctimonious martyr.
If you fear growing older or burning out, take it easy,
I'm an outcast, die fast, but satisfied at last.
So hold me back, if you get a kick from that
You're dead.
You're dead,
You're dead. You're dead, you're dead, you're dead. Dead, you're dead, you're dead.
A lie, acceptance and a grin.
Destroy yourself and all your friends.
Philosophise and try again.
So hold me back if you get a kick from that,
You're dead.
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The Narcassist
03:17
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And now I want to be adored.
And now I want to be adored.
Just like a cancer I will scar.
And like a sickness I will spread.
And in the heat and in the night.
I am gonna be adored.
And now I'm gonna be adored.
And now I'm gonna be adored.
And everything that you have earned.
I just want to see it burnt.
And if there's anyone I've missed.
I couldn't care as I'm the narcissist.
Some epidemics are ignored.
But my infection it will hurt.
You'll feel it breathing and it's breath.
You'll feel the heaving of it's breasts.
And all the money you have spent.
I'll make sure you never see a scent.
Chorus.
And now I'm gonna cash it in.
And you will give me what I want.
If you have cheated and you've won.
Well think again I've seen you hon'
And in the heat and in the night.
There's only one to be adored.
Chorus
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