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Our own correspondent
Is sorry to tell
Of an uneasy time
That all is not well

On the borders
There's movement
In the hills
There is trouble
Food is short
Crime is double

Prices have risen
Since the government fell
Casualties increase
As the enemy shell
The climate's unhealthy
Flies and rats thrive
And sooner or later
The end will arrive

This is your correspondent
Running out of tape
Gunfire's increasing
Looting...
Burning...
Rape...

Rape....

I wanna be a field day for the Sundays so they can f**k up my life
Embarass my wife, and leave a bad taste
That striped toothpaste can't remove on Monday mornings
I wanna be a target for the dailies so they can show
Pictures of me with a nude on page three, so lacking in taste
Touched up near the waist, looking as limp as Monday morning

Think of a number,
divide it by two,
something is nothing,
nothing is nothing.
Open a box,
tear off the lid,
then think of a number,
don't think of an answer.

Open your eyes,
think of a number,
don't get swept under,
a number's a number
A chance encounter you want to avoid,
the inevitable, so you do, oh yes you do the impossible
Now you ain't got a number,
you just want to rhumba,
and there ain't no way you're gonna go under
Go under

There's great danger
For the loneliest ranger in town
No silver bullets
Tonto's split the scene

Next week will solve your problems
But now, fish fingers all in a line
The milk bottles stand empty
Stay glued to your T.V. set

There's great danger
At hand most caped crusader of all
No cloak of justice
Robin's flown the nest

Next week will solve your problems
But now, fish fingers all in a line
The milk bottles stand empty
Stay glued to your T.V. set

The time is too short
but never too long
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
Another cigarette,
another day,
from A to B,
again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cause E is where you play the blues.
Avoiding a death
is to win the game,
to avoid relegation,
the big E.

Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface
The smell of you
That's the lowdown

Start to move
Time at hand
Bird in hand
No bush but trees thicken
Which now, rooster or chicken?

Leave the past
Feel the wrench
Smell the stench
Was good, but flesh soon rots
Emotions, we all got spots

Please believe me I still do care
Plesae believe me I'm just not there

It's true darling, I'll walk you home
I'll be your date forever
I love you girl, I love you
Until they split the atom

So many times, there's nothing left
There's nothing left at all
I know I'm right, cause when you're gone
There's nothing left at all

Left right, salute

It's so obvious, it's here, it's there
It's not just the colour, it must be more, at Least 17+3 score
This is 77, nearly heaven.
It's black, white, and pink, just think
There's more to come, hum hum hum hum, it's so obvious
Well it's alright, just listen,
Can't wait for 78
God those RPM,
Can't wait for them,
Don't just watch, hours happen,
Get in there kid and snap them

Sitting in a surgeon's world, a surgeon's will
A surgeon's girl with me
Standing on a river bed, where weeds can be
I'm on my knee, to you
I've seen in glossy mags
I've seen you and you see me
I've seen you and you see me

Said you weren't a tuna fish, put in a tin
They're very big, Ha Ha
I've seen in glossy mags
I've seen you and you see me
I've seen you and you see me

I was sold up the river to the red slave trade
The stores were gathered, the plans were laid
Synchronised watches at 18:05
How many dead or alive
In 1955

The pink flags was screaming
Bugle boys sucked and blew
No time for confessions, orders given
Books were cooked, on the 4th of the 3rd
How many seen or heard
On the 12th of the 3rd

How many dead or alive

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My mind is unwilling and your flesh is so weak,
Do my movements betray the secrets I think,
I always stand by walls and try to humour fools.
Am I moving in a straight line?

Oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,
Oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,
Oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy,
Oh it's unlust and the one dimensional boy.

Album: "Pink Flag"

If he had a room
He'd paint it white
Avoids the day
Prefers the night
Build sight...
Got a head for figures
No time for bickerers,
(Or so he says)
Prefers the company of a woman.

One... Two... Three... Four...

Finds it more physical
(That's the important word)
Always seen first then heard
Such a rare bird

With praise he glows-
With change he grows-
Finds that important-
Hates waiting-
It's not stimulating-
Likes celebrating-
I can't understand why that is so funny-
That is sex.

I'm tired of being told what to think
I'm tired of being told what to do
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit

You can take your fucking money and shove it up your arse
'Cause you think you understand, well it's a fucking farce
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Sui

And if you turn and walk out that door
And take your fucking money, let me tell you what it's for
I'm tired of fucking phonies
That's right, I'm tired of you
No, no, no, no, no, no, Mr. Suit

There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right
Joey's nervous and the lights are bright
There's something going on that's not quite right

There's something going down that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
No one's gonna save your life
Something strange going on tonight

There's something going on that wasn't here before
Keep your eyes glued to the floor
No one's gonna save your life
Something strange going on tonight

There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right
Joey's nervous and the lights are bright
There's something going on that's not quite right

Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades
The light too bright, let me bury my heart
Filter emotions of green, cowardicee gives blue
A restricted view, let me open my heart

I have a fleeting love
Searching when it lands
Fragile, needing precious hands
Fragile

You eat my energy, give me more rope
Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart

I have a fleeting love
Searching when it lands
Fragile, needing precious hands
Fragile

You're a waste of space
No natural grace
You're so bloody thin
You don't even begin

To intrest me
Not even curiousity
It's not animosity
It's just you don't interest me

You're an energy void
A black hole to avoid
No style, no heart
You don't even start

To interest me
Not even curiousity
It's not animosity
It's just you don't interest me

Well I wonder what's going on
Same old stuff suppopse
Not quite right that
The stuff's the same
But it's different to me
Seems like the cancer in the city
Has got to be terminal
I haven't got it through
Incidentally where are you?
Thought you lived here
The bright lights have got you
I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel
You can slip through the net
It's set
It also takes one to catch one

The race of champions, the pace the pace
The speed the need, the need to seed
The chance to die
Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry
You've still got speed, you'll maybe bleed
But that's next time
Less time than before, more speed than before
You're rich not poor, what are you doing it for?
Want more want more
Another dead don't cry, another dead don't cry
Indeed it's speed, to feed from speed
Doing it all the time

What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow?
What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow?
Maybe I should try it now
Or maybe I should be shy of it now
'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it
And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it
What is this feeling called love?
What is this thing I can't work out no how?
What is this feeling called love?
What is this thing I don't understand no how?
Gimme love

saw you in a mag
kissing a man
saw you in a mag
kissing a man
smoking a fag
kissing a man
saw you in a mag
kissing a man yeah

saw you in a mag
kissing a man
saw you in a mag
kissing a man
smoking a fag
kissing a man
saw you in a mag
kissing a man yeah

got you in a corner
got you in a corner
got you in a corner
got you in a corner
got you in a cottage
got you in a corner
got you in a corner
oh no no no