1. |
Mr Jones
04:37
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Monday morning get your papers out on the desk
Sharpen pencils, come on buddy, you can be the best
Get ready for the rush
But it's just another awful hush
Maybe someone somewhere tying to reach you
If there's a problem maybe they can't get through
Check the phone, there's a dial tone there
Could be the fault's elsewhere?
Does it make you sad Mr Jones that no one phones
You think they're laughing at you
From Mr Jones Savings and Loans down the avenue
Oh Mr Jones you could make their dream come true
So Mr Jones don't despair someone will care you just wait and see
Nobody every wrote a song like this for me
Oh Mr Jones you have our sympathy
She only ever buys one pint of milk a week
And he loves it when he hears her speak
"Do you have that magazine I ordered last week?"
Oh his heart melts, it's just so sweet.
Well yeah, maybe it's a little bit stalker like
But you don't know how he's tried with all his might
To go up to her and say hey, I'm Mr Jones and I'd like to keep you company tonight
Does it make you sad Mr Jones she never phones
She never talks to you
She doesn't know who you are or what you do
You could make her dreams come true
If she took your hand maybe she'd understand
You could be the one she can rely on
Your interest rates are up but your payments down
You could take away her frown
How does this story end? I don't really know
Maybe she loved him, maybe he's all alone,
I just wish the best for Mr Jones
I guess it's up to you, it's not for me to say
You make your own minds up, you end it your way
But remember, if you need savings and loans
Then please please
Call Mr Jones....
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2. |
Happy Days
04:13
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When the sun is shining down and its feeling like Saturday morning
Get up and put your best foot out and try not to trip over everything's
Great now, everything's good now and there's a feeling that it's going to be a...
Brand new happy you, friends taking time to see the smile on your face
It's been lost in time and space and only you can know
That everything could be just how it was before
So take a look outside your window
Don't be scared just ask what you're living for
There's so much outside the door
Just be brave, the papers want you to be always afraid
Always a
A little tumbleweed, tumbling wherever wind carries you
A beautiful tumbleweed, tumbling wherever you can go
Be that little tumbleweed, tumbling wherever you want to
But there's only two stops left on the ticket
Time keep on calling, in it to win it,
Waiting for someone to give you a
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3. |
Hollywood Girls
03:42
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We love those Hollywood girls
They've got the best surgeons in the world
Air brushed they look so fine
Worth a fortune and that's just in silicon
I love that last film you did you were so fantastic
My Lady Plastic
They say that you're just 13 but you look like 40 and that's your magic
We don't have to worry now we know you'll float somehow
You're elastic
I like to see how you shine in the sun
I'm your number one fan
My Lady Plastic
All smile while the cameras roll
Might be a bitch but no one will ever know
I'll thank god, my ma and pa,
And thank god I slept with the producer
I love that last film you did you were so fantastic
My Lady Plastic
Wood never looked so good, well mine never did and that's your magic
We don't have to worry now we know you'll float somehow
You're elastic
I like to see how you shine in the sun
I'm your number one fan
My Lady Plastic
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4. |
Break You
03:20
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Put the lights out rest your head
Because the days been far too long
And the next one's coming round and it really could be
The perfect day, you'll win the lottery
And have a million new friends
And parties and dancing and drinking and laughing and everything's just so incredibly perfect
But oh
Here comes the brand new day
And it really looks the same as the one that went away
With clouds hanging like louts at the corner hoodies up
So run past real quick
And don't let the world hold you down at the shoulders
Don't let it take away
Your hopes, your dreams
Your endless optimistic nature
Don't let them break you down
Don't let them turn you around
Don't let them own you
How do you raise your head when the weight of the world is bearing down
And they say
It could be you
But it won't be
Selling hope, for a small fee
It's just the same old fantasy
Wake up in reality
With your hopes, your dreams
Your endless optimistic nature
Don't let them break you down
Don't let them turn you around
Don't let them
Break the wings of the dove so you can't fly any more
Tie the hands that were held out to you
Keep the promise out of reach
It's just adverts selling sand
Slips through your fingers and down to the ground
Stumbling round
So lay your head down,
Sleep real tight because it
Doesn't matter tonight
Tomorrow everything will be great
It doesn't matter tonight.
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5. |
Poison
03:18
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It's poison, it'll kill you
It's poison, it's gonna kill you
This shit'll really kill you that's running through your veins
Marijuana coke and ecstasy
This shit'll really kill you that's running through your veins
Vodka crack and cranberry
All the things we had forgotten, given up and forsaken
They wouldn't kill you but they might just hake you feel alive
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6. |
Silent Dreams
05:50
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Really sorry but you'll have to listen for the lyrics, they were improvised on the spot!
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7. |
Bet You Couldn't
03:25
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How do you sell a song
That's easy just wear a thong
Write a chorus with a simple singalong
And if you're not too buff we'll teach you how to strut your stuff
Add some bling and some mirrored posturing
And if you look like a man, try to sing like a girl
We'll get you topless in every bedroom round the world
Talk about money
Talk about cars
Just don't mention anything of relevance
Bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't at 25 stone
I bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't with MTV gone
Trust your manager just do what he says,
Trust the producer that's where the talent is
Talk like you come from the Bronx
It doesn't matter that you've always lived in afluance
It's all an illusion we create
It sells more songs if people can relate
So learn to mime and to gyrate in time
Remember these rules and you'll be just fine
Bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't at 25 stone
I bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't with MTV gone
I'm authentic in my new video I'm a romantic oh
They dress me up and make me trip and oh my god I'm perfection yo
The real me is on the floor in the cutting room don't you know?
I am happy I am sad I have every emotion to show
Love me love me love me love me love me love me do
Love me love me love me love me love me love me do
Bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't at 25 stone
I bet you couldn't with your clothes on
Bet you couldn't with MTV gone
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8. |
Cattle Market
03:24
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All the girls in the corner are standing hand in hand
Well they know all the words but they don't understand
And the guys are all watching the ladies get their groove
They might even make a move...
Oh it's what you get
At the cattle market
The girls and boys are drinking
The brave ones started winking
Happy hour's in flow only one way this can go
The girls go back and forth so the boys think they're hot
Never ask a name they all sound the same
Oh it's what you get
At the cattle market
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9. |
Doesn't Like It
02:02
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Doesn't like being called a racist
Just because he doesn't like other races
It's not hard for you to understand
Only Engerlish in Engerland
It's not so much the colour of the skin
But do they have to let the whole rainbow in?
Maybe his great great gran was a krout
But I'm English now and there's no doubt
Let's build a wall, let's segregate
Forget love, remember hate
Stand alone, ignore them all
Almost great, now just small
Didn't bother to check the news
Just drank in a racist billionaires views
The ironic democracy
Celebrates under pictures of a monarchy
Let's run away, let's go and hide
Wash our hands of wasted pride
Worship the past, an empire gone
Colonial minds were always wrong
Lay out your bunting, trample it down
Trample it down
We've all lost something
You didn't even know what it was about
United no more
Kingdom no more
Should have learnt, now it's too late
Forgot love
Remembered hate
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10. |
Tickets
03:26
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He's got style,
He's got money
He's got his Converse All Stars from 1984
Here's got his cellophane honey
Everybody wants to know him
Everybody wants to be him
Wants to be truly universally adored
And he stares down from pictures on her wall
Watching everything she does
Through those dreamy swimming pool eyes
He's the hopes and dreams of a million teens
He could be their paradise
So nice with a photoshoped face
He could be the ticket out of this place
When he walks it's with a swagger
Well he styled his look on every single mod he ever saw
And Mick Jagger
Everybody loves it when he dances off beat
They can see it in his face and it makes them feel complete
And all the girls scream and all the boys dream
Of being like him, of being with him
And he stares up from pictures drawn on books
Watching everything they do from those crazy blue biro eyes
Well he's the dirty dream of a million teens and their mums
He could be their paradise
If he only lived around this place
He could put the smile back on her face
And he stares down from pictures on her wall
Watching everything she does
Through those dreamy swimming pool eyes
He's the hopes and dreams of a million teens
He could be their paradise
So nice with a photoshoped face
He could be the ticket out of this place
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11. |
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Hello my friend, it's been a while
Enough time for water under the bridge I guess
Are you still getting high? Me not so much
I like to be straight in the day
(for a bit)
And do you talk to anyone about when you were young?
Because you can't let the past burn your future
And the scars you hid so well
But I could always see right through
So sit a while, let's reminisce
Through rose tinted glasses, happy days, did they exist?
And I still recall how we watched you fall
We should have caught you
And there was no time for goodbye
Yeah we had to get out quick
Saw the world getting smaller in the mirror
Yeah we ran from all of it
And hand on your heart
Would you say you'd do it different now?
And hand on my heart
We would still screw it up somehow
But we're different now, older and wiser
Different now, we should know better
So come on, tell me now
How everything's better, how everything's fine
And I want to hear the stories of what you've been getting up to
The scrapes, the japes, the
Why you looking so sad?
And hand on your heart
Would you say you'd do it different now?
And hand on my heart
We would still screw it up somehow
But we're different now, older and wiser
Different now, we should know better
Where do we go now we've talked about it?
Stopped living in the past?
The doors are open you just walk right through
Should have known it wouldn't last
And hand on your heart
Would you say you'd do it different now?
And hand on my heart
We would still screw it up somehow
But we're different now, older and wiser
Different now, we should know better
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12. |
Blind Legacy
03:29
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You always wanted to be like them
You always wanted to talk like them
You always wanted to be one of the crowd brainwashed and proud
And saying
This is what we believe in
And this is hope that we're selling
Don't have to think for yourself don't ask questions
We'll tell you who to love and...
Who we're hating today
Who we're throwing away
You take your orders from Santa Clause
Some bearded dude you made up of course
Morality from ancient texts written by sects
Paranoid ghosts keep telling us
Who we're killing today
Who got in your way
Who did you burn today?
Who did you take away?
So you look for answers from the loudest voice
And the biggest crowd is always your first choice
But realistically speaking we're all going to be resigned to footnotes in history
So you take the smooth and you make it rough
It's like we don't have problems enough
And a wise man once said something
You've forgotten and probably never really understood
It should be live and learn but it's live and die
There's no rhyme or reason, no telling why
And unfortunately we're destined to be wiped out by our own stupidity
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13. |
Pa
03:54
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I can't write these lyrics out I'm afraid, you'll have to listen
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