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Song For Guy
02:36
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Like Worzel Gummidge on acid
he meandered across the field
smoke rising from his Harris Tweed jacket
I stood, transfixed
Scared out of my fucking wits
As he reached for me
With his paper maché hand
The scream that never came
The memory remains
I still see the face
Still feel the flames
A Superman mask disfigured by heat
Driven by hat, what a hell of a guy
Burn me, would you, you bastards?
You're all gonna have to pay
You'll never forget
It's Guy Fawkes' Day!
A rocket ignites
Fireworks light up the night
I turn to run
Not daring to look back
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It`s not much fun having a removable face
The other boys steal it, use it for a Frisbee
Laugh at my skull, call me lots of names
Treat me like a freak. it`s hard to make friends
Life is cruel when you’re the kid with a removable face
With a removable face you can`t go any place
It`s not much fun when it comes undone and
falls to the floor in the middle of the high street
It`s not much fun having a removable face
The other boys steal it, use it for a Frisbee
Laugh at my skull, call me lots of names,
treat me like a freak, it`s hard to make friends
Be my friend!
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Killed for a burger Friday night
Vincent makes a tasty bite
Sure as hell ain’t no mistake
Best smoked meat in the whole darn state
Fritter party, fritter party
Mutilated in auto smash
Kinky sex with C.S. gas
He don`t care meat is meat
It`s all the same, it`s what he eats
Fritter party, fritter party
Bondage girl you`re out of luck
Vincent’s gonna carve you up
Hang you up in the smoking shed
Serve you up to the motel guests
Fritter party massacree
It takes all kinds of critters to make
Farmer Vincent’s fritters
Fritter party massacree
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4. |
Mister Creosote
02:51
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You'd better not mess with Mr. Creosote
He`ll take a 4” brush and shove it down your throat
He`ll break into your garden, creosote your fence
All your garden tools and your potting shed
Creeping around with his 2 litre tin
Cresoting everything
Your prize tomatoes, your shrubbery
Your favourite gnome, your topiary
Oh no! Oh no!
Nothing's safe from Mr. Creosote
He`ll take his 4” brush and paint your cantaloupes
He`ll break into your allotment late at night
Creosoting everything in sight
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5. |
Pampas Grass
02:33
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There's an impressive feathery bush on show at number forty-six
And I've heard they're very hospitable, doing their party tricks
Visitors: all walks of life keep arriving; man and wife
Come all hours, day or night: there seem a lot of partners
People arriving two by two; in the heart of suburbia
All dressed up to impress - they must be keen gardeners
Pampas grass, pampas grass, what do you mean?
Pampas grass, pampas grass, are you winking at me?
Pampas grass, pampas grass, a horticultural dream
Pampas grass, pampas grass, swinging: swinging in the breeze!
There's more to this than meets the eye
They're not a green-fingered bunch
It's not just rumours
About this house of fun
I saw it in a magazine,
Louis joined in on TV
Realisation dawned on me -
They're not just pulling weeds
There's an impressive feathery bush on show, I see how they get their kicks
They really are very hospitable and now I'm joining in their party tricks
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6. |
Pink Machine Gun
01:39
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I’m a nightmare in pink,
A spam clad killer
A gangster’s weapon,
A one-eyed thriller
You can touch me honey,
My safety catch is on
Pink machine gun
Pink machine gun
It’s Valentine’s baby,
you`d better watch out
There’s gonna be a massacre,
I got my pink machine gun out
You’re lined up against the wall,
I`m gonna have some fun
Pink machine gun
Pink machine gun
I’m a helmet clad psychopath
I am the chosen one
A real motherfucker
My pink machine gun
Ninety rounds a second,
My magazine never jams
I’m armed to the teeth honey,
I’m a one gun man
Gotta clip full of ammo,
Judgement day has come
Pink machine gun
Pink machine gun
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Don’t look in the freezer.
There`s something nasty in side.
Don`t look in the freezer.
You won`t like what you`ll find.
Cos daddy murdered mummy,
chopped her up in bits.
Yes, daddy murdered mummy
and put her in the fridge.
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8. |
They Froze Disney
02:26
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When Walter died he wasn’t buried
When Walter died he wasn’t burned
Don’t you know? He got frozen
Cryogenically
They froze Disney
Neverneverland don’t exist
Ain’t no princess gonna give you no kiss
Ain’t no fairy gonna wave a magic wand
Let’s face it Walt: you’re dead and gone
Would you believe
Deep freeze
Hanging
Like slabs of beef
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
When you’re dead, dead, dead.
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As I landed on button moon I could see your seething carcass,
the stench of decay took my breath away.
You are Satan incarnate in a cut off denim jacket,
despair and deprivation are your middle names.
Like an intravenous chilli, dead gerbil demons devour your body,
creating a limbo of apathy.
May you rot in hell, in a cesspool of misery.
May your death knell be the new van Halen EP.
Freak of nature, oh yeah
Freak of nature, oh yeah
Freak of nature, oh yeah
Freak of nature, oh yeah!
Freak of nature
A mutation
Looked down upon
By the whole of creation
Torn apart
Separation
N.H.S.
Operation
I`m all alone
And my bruv has gone
I`ve got a scar
He lives in a jar
Doctors intervened
Took you away from me
Now there`s a scar on my side
Where you should be
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10. |
Something Wrong With Her
02:18
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I met her in a burger-bar
Sitting alone in a corner: oh oh, oh-oh oh oh
I could tell from her vacant stare
There was something wrong with her
Yeah Yeah! There's something wrong with her
Yeah Yeah! But we don't care
Yeah Yeah! There's something wrong with her
Yeah Yeah! We're the special pair
Daddy doesn't like her, mummy doesn't care
When she comes around she makes a mess on her special chair
It's OK if she has a seizure
My uncle is a doctor
Yesterday she got run over
And I thought I'd really lost her
There's something wrong with her
But at least you know I care
When I saw her with a burger
I knew I really loved her, really loved her
I like to see her ooh ooh ooh
In her special chair
I like to see her ooh ooh ooh
Soil her underwear
I like to see her ooh ooh ooh
Spilling her food
You know, it makes me feel so good.
Yeah Yeah!
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11. |
Under T' Bridge
02:39
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Hit by a new law
Can't drink in town no more
Sitting in a shop door
What are all these benches for?
I’ll take one for the team
I am the Frosty Jack martyr
They really threw the book at me
Now just like Chatterley
I’m banned from the library
The Market Square refugee
From under the bridge
The towpath is calling to me
Under the bridge
The world is my ashtray
Under the bridge
Hiding from the rain
Under the bridge
The shopping trolley and the bike
Under the bridge
the minnow and the pike
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12. |
Pneumatic Geek
02:59
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I knew it was time, time to go out and face the world
It was kind of hard leaving the circus
but I had to stand on my own 2 stumps
Well that was 6 months ago now,
and up to now I`m doing just fine
I got a job with the construction company
Donkey jacket: pneumatic geek!
I work on the roadside,
I think it’s real neat
It`s better than running round the ringside
With sawdust on my feet
All the girls love me,
They think I`m real cool
When they see me on the tarmac
Drilling with my tool cos I`m a
pn—pn—p—pneumatic geek
I jerk up and down give my friends a treat, cos i`m a
pn—pn—p—pneumatic geek
I don`t eat veg only chicken meat
I got fired from the circus cos I made people scared
Now I wear donkey jackets and work in the open air
I`ve got a girl and she makes me real proud
But she hides me in a basket when people come around
I can feel it in my water my life is now complete
No more carnivals for me cos now I dig holes in the street
It`s a pretty safe job but please don`t think I`m square
It beats the shit anyday of working in the fair
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13. |
Death Squad
02:14
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Oh!
Here come the Pneumatic Geeks
They're kicking ass, they're going mad
They got fired from the construction co.
They've lost their cool, they've lost their rad
Death
Squad
Death
Squad
Oh!
Mr Parkinson wave your wand
It`s the dawn of the pneumatic driller killers
Those fucked up geeks hate signing on
They`re stunted freaks, psychotic thrillers
Oh Mr. Parkinson: what a carry on
There`s gonna be a blood bath
If you don`t wave your magic wand
Since the geeks got fired
There's been bad shit going down
You gotta help us Mr. P.,
Before they hit the town
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14. |
Double Knit
02:16
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I couldn't see it - I just didn't recognise
I didn't feel it - until it hit between the eyes
No way of knowing - who the fuck they terrorised
I couldn't stop it - until the slugs were vaporised
Life is a piece of shit
Just gotta get on with it
On with the double knit
Out with the greasy shit
Life is a piece of shit
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There`s something wrong with Ernie
He don`t look very well
It`s quite disturbing
Says we are all his children now
Nightmare on Sesame Street
Should have suspected
Stripey jumper was a dead giveaway
Now Bert's dissected
and Big Bird's refused to lay
One, two: Ernie's coming for you
Three, four: I love to count
Five, six: grab your crucifix
Seven, eight: nine ten!
One two three four five six seven eight
One two three four five six seven eight
One two three four five six seven eight
Nine ten!
There`s something wrong with Ernie
Says my mother cooks socks in hell
It`s quite disturbing
I thought she was in Canada
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16. |
Slice! / Global Shafting
05:05
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I find it hard to find the words…
...difficult to express myself
How do you say it when you take that knife?
Don't patronise me!
Slice!
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