1. |
IraqDonalds
03:47
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Iraqdonalds had a bomb
Yahoo fuckin’ A
Do you want extra guns with that?
I thought I heard her say
What colours do they come in?
She said red, gold and green
I said super-size me baby
I like to keep my machine clean
I’m the lord of all these flies
I swear by my ‘45’s
I’m lovin’ it.
In a burger bar in Baghdad
I got talking to some reps
They said Afghanistan was groovy
but you better mind the steppes
The door came flying inwards
It became a crazy scene
I said who would eat here anyway?
They said Mujahideen
It’s a crime that we’re not livin’
but I’m not done with all this killin’
I’m lovin’ it.
I went flying in my bird
when I thought I spied some land.
I called up Colonel Kurtz who said,
‘Make horror your friend’
Big Mac burgers everywhere and not a bite to eat
I wouldn’t fret unduly - even you and I are meat
You couldn’t do without me
They’re gonna make a film about me
I’m lovin’ it
I met a girl from Tikrit
and I thought we could be friends
She could strip a 47 in 21 seconds
Can you handle the vibration in the heat of the night?
She said ‘hands off my titanium’
I said ‘c’mon, let’s fight’
She said is this thing decommissioned
I said I don’t need permission
I’m lovin’ it
As I cast my mind westwards
and the fare that we provide
I cannot help but think about the other great divide
If you’re white a hoe-down is a great night on the town
If you’re black, it means that somebody done shot your woman down
But I’m a singer with a song
So I know I can’t go wrong
I’m lovin’ it
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When I woke up this evening
I looked under the bed
I found you gone, girl
You better hope that you are dead
Chorus
Cos I’m gonna kill you if you leave me
Look in my eyes and you can tell
And if I find you dead already
I’m gonna follow to hell
Chorus
You know they’re gonna grill me
and you know I’m gonna talk
I’m gonna blow a smoke ring
cos we both know I’m gonna walk
Cos that’s the way it is now
with all the killers walking free
Gonna play the mad card and plead insanity
Chorus
Loving you was hateful
Losing you is worse
Fucking you was murder
Wanting you is a curse
When they film the crime scene
if the gallows drop me down
They’re gonna put us on a website
for all the freaks in every town
Chorus
Alt verse
Checked all your emails
I couldn’t find your phone
Gonna delete you baby
if you’ve left me on my own
Putting out the feelers
Put out an A.P.B
Bought a big brass casket
that I saw on the T.V
Alt Chorus
I’m still gonna kill you if you leave me
You better pick up when I call
And if I see you at the airport
Your black heart’s gonna hit the wall
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You’re dirty
I love you
You’re thirty
You’re untrue
There’s no-one
Above you
There’s nothing
You won’t do.
You’re everything to look at
And you’re nothing but the best
Every time you touch me
I’ll be getting more obsessed
Because you’re dirty.
I love you
On Monday
You make me
On Tuesday
You take me
On Wednesday
You woo me
On Thursday
You do me
The weekend’s hardly started
When you keep your keepin’ on
Everything’s alright
When you’re doing something wrong
Because you’re dirty
I love you
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4. |
Peggy Sue Got Loaded
04:06
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My baby is a terrorist
A freedom fighter with a power-fist
She goes on marches singing rebel songs
I’d call her over but she’s making bombs
Peggy Sue got loaded
Gonna make you know it when she makes a scene
Peggy Sue got loaded
A card-carrying member of the Hashashin
She’s got an M16 in the wardrobe
A Mannlicher undeneath the floor
She can only get it on when a SWAT team
are shooting up her front door
My baby is a terrorist
An assassination specialist
She’s a killer but I love her tons
I’d take her clubbing but she’s running guns
Peggy Sue got loaded
Gonna make you know it when she makes a scene
Peggy Sue got loaded
A card-carrying member of the Hashashin
She’s got a switch-loaded blade in her Gucci
Hideouts all across the land
She’s a one girl renegade hit-squad
Babe I wanna be your man!
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5. |
Cosmopolis Woman Blues
02:25
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I’m standing at the airport
with my laptop in my hand
I’m standing at the airport
with my laptop in my hand
I’m waiting for the future
as she comes in to land.
She’s got legs till doomsday
Armageddon bought and sold
She’s got legs till doomsday
Armageddon bought and sold
We’ve got worlds to conquer baby
So I put my love for you on hold
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6. |
Fender Car Disaster
03:44
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Todas Santos
Mexico 1
She jumped a red
Our day was done
Take a broken beetle
Put it up on a drum
Let all the people
See the dead and dumb
I laughed at life
Thought it was funny
You came along
And killed me honey
With sex and drags
And wreck and roll
You sent me early
Unto my hole – eternal soul
Chorus
I kept a date with a girl called death
Cos, I believe she’s the one I’m after
I’m bound for glory cos she played my song
In a crash fender car-disaster
She’s waiting at
Necropolis City
With deathly pallor
But still as pretty
A million moons
And suns have shined
We found forever
Is a long time
If I could go on
back to living
I wouldn’t go
Even for women
With sleepless nights
And working days
Plus, all those women
Are on their way
They’re coming here anyway….
Chorus
Maybe the next one… (ad lib)
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7. |
Kate Winslet
02:06
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K K K K K Kate Winslett
You know you look so fine
When they talk about your weight girl
I wouldn’t pay no mind
I’m no diplomat
but you look better fat
Kate Winslett
C’mon and roll with me baby
lay off those slimming pills
I wanna see you at the altar
Like you were in Quills
You’re a real gone dish
but I wish you’d stay English
Kate Winslett
You know I feel for you honey
You make me scream and shout
Shaker shaker shake ‘em baby
When you get ‘em on out
I think about you every night
in a topless pillow fight
Kate Winslett
K K K K K Kate Wislett
You know you look so fine (look so fine!)
When they talk about your weight girl (carry that weight!)
I wouldn’t pay no mind (pay no mind!)
I’m no diplomat
but you look better fat
Kate Winslett
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8. |
I Got Off
02:50
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Well it’s the same thing every night
Flick the switch, log on and hit the light
And there she is in cyber space
I live my love life in another place.
You know the world revolves around me
but somewhere baby I got off.
I know it’s wrong but on reflection
It’s all a part of my rejection
Of everything and everyone
I sold my soul here in the name of fun
You know the world revolves around me
but somewhere baby I got off.
I enter to connect
I’m divorced from how I feel
It’s only on a screen
that the world seems really real
A simple complication
But it’s getting kind weird
I was looking for myself
But I found I’ve disappeared
Well it’s the same thing every night
Flick the switch log on and hit the light
And there she is in cyber space
I live my love life in another place.
You know the world revolves around me
but somewhere baby I got off.
I know it’s wrong but on reflection
It’s all a part of my rejection
Of everything and everyone
I sold my soul here in the name of fun
You know the world revolves around me
but somewhere baby I got off.
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9. |
White Cat Bone
02:59
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I believe
I believe I don’t believe
I believe
I believe I don’t believe
But she’s got voodoo in her left hand
A little magic up her sleeve
She’s a morning lemon squeezer
She got juice upside her cheek
She’s a morning lemon squeezer
She got juice upside her cheek
I’m a New York minute egg man
But I could stick around all week
She’s a white cat bone collector
She watch blue movies on Sky
She’s a white cat bone collector
She watch blue movies on Sky
She’s got nine more ways to kill me
than I know how to die
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10. |
The Battle of Morden
02:34
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Saturday in Surrey at the Chic-A Boom
The cats were scraping Brylcreem as they clocked the room
Harry checks for smoothies ‘cos there’s some next door
But it’s a foregone conclusion that there’s gonna be more
Dave and Lynn get loaded on a cigarette
as the Jets are singing something by Johnny Burnette
Rumour goes around that some skins are descending
Ladies are a turnin’ but your comb’s not for lendin’
Razor makes an entrance and it’s him that eyes are fixed on
One false move and he’s going back to Brixton
He’s gotta hold it down for some heist gone wrong
But he’s a gun for hire and he’s goin’ for a song.
The cats receive the signal and it spills outside
The car park is the venue for some slash and slide
The place is soon surrounded by the local fuzz
But the action is dispersed by a 407 bus.
The tribes take the tube ‘cos there’s no one else to do
And it all goes off down in South West 2
Amid a rousing chorus of Blue Jean Bop
The road is overrun but the fight don’t stop
The cats are losing ground with their busting heads
But the cavalry arrives with the Streatham Teds.
Everyone was up before the beak next day
But then one man’s glory is another’s affray
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11. |
You Give Me Nothing
02:36
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All I want
Is me
All I’m needing baby
Is a little bit of let me be
Cos all I see
Is you
A same old brand-new day that I got used to
And you give me nothing
Yeah you give me nothing
I’m getting over all you underhand
Baby don’t you understand
That you give me nothing
How can I want
What I got
When what I got
Is a whole lotta not a lot
I’m in no doubt
That I’m not absolutely sure
It’s gotten to a point where I just don’t know me no more
And you give me nothing
Yeah you give me nothing
I’m going under with your overkill
Babe I ‘aint gonna wait until
You give me nothing
I’m all rhyme but I’m out of reasons
Got a change of heart like a million seasons
I’m out of time baby, baby time and time again
And again and again and again and again and again…
And you give me nothing
You give me nothing
I’m gonna dance with the cows till you come home
Then it’s no mans land I roam
Cos you give me nothing
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I was wishing on a star on Venus
When a space dog came and said he knew my name.
Not me dog, I explained, that all us earth boys look the same.
He was looking for a piece of vengeance
For the test flight death of his sister Laika
He don’t care about space programs, progress or perestroika.
Chorus
Do you remember the future baby?
Where do you think yesterday came from?
Do you remember the future baby?
All those tomorrows been and gone.
Do you remember the future baby?
I wanna ban the whale and save the bomb.
Blade-walking all the way to Memphis
When climate change came with hurricane Elvis
Sky-running from a past that haunts me
Future fear ‘aint got nothing on this
You come shopping for a retro vibe
But if I were you, I’d just keep on walking
Can’t hear my rock n roll for the sound of money talking
Chorus
I flipped into another dimension
For a ringside seat at the new renaissance
All the roads had nowhere signs to nowhere lands
But with better restaurants
The future’s brighter on the other side?
It’s about time we nailed that misnomer
Time ‘aint what it used o be
But don’t it fly when you’re in a coma?
Chorus
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13. |
Let's Get Killed!
02:46
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14. |
Beyond God and Edie
03:27
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They think big, so they’re big on the scene
They make music like it’s made by machines
The smack’s back at Max’s
So, they’re always on the phone
They’re too loud but they’ve got great hair
Hooked up with Dylan, but they left him somewhere
Beyond God and Edie
God will make you again and again
Burn down the Chelsea, you can blame it on them
My man, he ‘aint nowhere, but I’m waiting like a fool
They’re all ghosts, till they wake up and die
Breaking a sweat while they’re fixin’ to fly
Beyond God and Edie
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They call him Automatic Jack, but his real name is Cyril
Walks like a killer but he runs like a squirrel
Gives it like a Thompson and you don’t stop him yakkin’
Only got his balls for the pistol he be packin’
But…
Any c**t can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
Wayne ‘Trigger’ King was a legendary farce
Had to leave the smoke ‘cos his dad was a grass
Came into the club for some Rizla and baccy
Beretta down in the back of his trackie’s
But…
Any c**t can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
To have or to hold? But you should be asking what?!
Pick up a piece and you deserve to get shot.
Rapper, cop, gangster, soldier or thief?
No one gives a f**k whether you got a beef.
Cos…
Any c**t can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
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Well… Lucifer and Jesus took the night off
and wound up at the 12 Bar down on old Denmark Street.
They put money on the counter, said ‘hey make the music louder,
There’s girl up on that bandstand we’re both dying to meet.’
Standing tall and pale beneath a dim blue light
Was a girl behind a black veil with a Gretsch guitar
Her songs were torn and broken, her delivery gin soaken.
And after every tune she sucked a Cuban cigar.
Well J.C said to Louis ‘Get the f**k on out my face!
Dad knows I saw her first, so you be gettin’ off her case.’
Lucifer went barmy, so he raised his evil army.
Holy war ensued and laid the universe to waste.
But in the end, it all came down to just them two,
Kickin’ and a gougin’ in that Soho joint.
Jesus fell defeated but he pulled a blade and cheated.
Then knew that devil ragged to accelerate his point.
Six hundred and sixty-six long days stood and fell.
Then from Lucifer’s red belly was a hellcat spawned.
She lit up that big cigar; hit a chord on that old guitar
then pulled a thirty-eight and blew both daddies all to hell.
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I am the result of happens when you’re away
If you think this is bad you should have been here yesterday
Tanks roll in and children sing so everyone rejoice
You make your decisions like you really have a choice
I’m what you wanted
You’ve made your bed
and I’m lying in it
(Rpt x1)
The truth, it isn’t out there
The truth is you’re alone
Everybody’s leaving for some place that hey call home
Nothing’s what it seems these days
and everyone must bleed
I’m not what you expected but I’m probably what you need
I’m what you wanted
You’ve made your bed
and I’m lying in it
(Rpt x1)
Cars drive slowly in the rain
and trains come to a stop
Planes are what you think of when you live life watching clocks
You win in a game show and it’s you that is the prize
The man who sold the world then gets it back at half the price
I’m what you wanted
You’ve made your bed
and I’m lying in it
(Rpt x1)
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Your love for me’s the living end
The pendulum as it descends
You are my chair of execution
You are my beam of crucifixion
So, get them flowers on my chest
Cos baby you are my best death
You are my best death
I get no peace out of rest
You are my final solution
My last chance of absolution
So, get them flowers on my chest cos baby you are my
Get them flowers on my chest cos baby you are my
Get them flowers on my chest cos baby you are my best death
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19. |
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They call him Automatic Jack, but his real name is Cyril
Walks like a killer but he runs like a squirrel
Gives it like a Thompson and you don’t stop him yakkin’
Only got his balls for the pistol he be packin’
But…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
Wayne ‘Trigger’ King was a legendary farce
Had to leave the smoke ‘cos his dad was a grass
Came into the club for some Rizla and baccy
Beretta down in the back of his trackie’s
But…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
To have or to hold? But you should be asking what?!
Pick up a piece and you deserve to get shot.
Rapper, cop, gangster, soldier or thief?
No one gives a damn whether you got a beef.
Cos…
Any dope can pull a gun.
just so long as he got one.
Take a brother down for a place in the sun?
Any dope can pull a gun.
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Well… Lucifer and Jesus took the night off
and wound up at the 12 Bar down on old Denmark Street.
They put money on the counter, said ‘hey make the music louder,
There’s girl up on that bandstand we’re both dying to meet.’
Standing tall and pale beneath a dim blue light
Was a girl behind a black veil with a Gretsch guitar
Her songs were torn and broken, her delivery gin soaken.
And after every tune she sucked a Cuban cigar.
Well J.C said to Louis ‘Get the hell on out my face!
Dad knows I saw her first, so you be gettin’ off her case.’
Lucifer went barmy, so he raised his evil army.
Holy war ensued and laid the universe to waste.
But in the end, it all came down to just them two,
Kickin’ and a gougin’ in that Soho joint.
Jesus fell defeated but he pulled a blade and cheated.
Then knew that devil ragged to accelerate his point.
Six hundred and sixty-six long days stood and fell.
Then from Lucifer’s red belly was a hellcat spawned.
She lit up that big cigar; hit a chord on that old guitar
then pulled a thirty-eight and blew both daddies all to hell.
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The Silver Brazilians London, UK
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