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Nobody's Fool
03:26
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NOBODY’S FOOL
Hotwirin’, backfirin’
It’s the trade of the tools
On the Chards, off the cards
Lock the doors, I climb the walls
Oh! Gimme a call
You won’t find me in rock’n’roll fame’s grand hall
Oh! Gimme a call
I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool
I’m aloof, I’m a goof
I make and break my own rules
It’s a racket. make a packet
Rip it up in pubs, clubs and malls
Oh! Gimme a call
I’m exorcising a pack of Gauls
Oh! Gimme a call
I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool
Look at my crooked teeth -
I couldn’t afford no braces
Take me to the mutt or nag races
Win me a buck or two.
I can see a mirage -
Of a desert in an oasis
Don’t know where the State of Grace is
Is it on a map a blind man drew?
Oh! Gimme a call
I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool
Oh! Gimme a call
I’m everyone’s joker and nobody’s fool
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2. |
Dead Leg
05:47
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DEAD LEG
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip
These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip
Dead leg…
I’m confined to this scratchy bed
Doctor’s orders I must obey
With a divebombing fly for company
Like a toppled dictator’s statue I lay
Watching shadows grow
Where does the wind go?
Praise Marx and pass the laudanum
If I don’t get well soon
Next stop: autopsy room
Cause of death: overdose of boredom
Dead leg…
Left foot painfully elevated
A horizontal stormtrooper
My unpillowed bean can’t see the TV
Steaming in a semi-super stupor
The control
It’s too remote
It’s inches beyond my clawing reach
And where’s my wallet?
Nurse has got it
Melting my cards on some scorching beach
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
For all the social sympathedia
And smiley-faced wishes for a cure-all
My guest book remains unsigned
It’s just two names away from going plural
This is how
I realise now
Why my bedside is people-nude here
Social media, aye?
Is one fat stinking lie
What they mean is social you, dear
Dead leg
Bananas are bruised, all the water’s used
Batteries and fags have run out
Could this so-called life get any wronger?
Of course it can! Come in, Mr Gout
Oh, that’s torn it
There’s a thousand hornets
Drilling their way out of my big toe
Their over-sharpened picks
Are sulphuric acid-tipped
They’ve hit a nerve and they won’t let go
Dead leg - it’s the living end
Dead leg - I’m twisted, going round the bend
Dead leg - don’t be a fool, it’s a bad trip
These are the days my diary dearly wants to skip
Dead leg
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3. |
The Enemy Within
05:01
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THE ENEMY WITHIN
Think you’re free to say what you like
But what you like is dictated by me;
You’re defined by the rags you’re wrapped in
And all the crap you hear’n’taste’n’see.
Grab your loudhailers and protest banners
Swayed you’re giving the State a shake;
Your parade is through a dreamworld I made
Only I can make you wake.
Troop into my cubicles
Let’s see if you know how to spell ‘X’;
That’s the extent of your democratic power
I suppress the rest.
Convinced you’re an artist
Cursed by originality
But I set the bar down on the ground
To accommodate your banality.
I keep the dirt-stained stinking homeless
On the street in full view
To scare you into doing
What I want you to.
Think these the froth-lipped babblings
Of a cooked brain in a tinfoil hat?
Good, because my plan was to exactly
Make you think just that.
Fascism is easy with eyes closed
And if you give it a good beat
And your homes are nice’n’cosy
Sound shoes warming your cold feet.
I tampered with your moral compass
You’re marching down the dead end lane
Singing songs in praise of yourself
You don’t hear the midnight train.
Think it won’t happen here?
Where have you been, my dear?
If I gave you a million guesses to guess me
You would still give in
Get your finger crawling along my calling card
I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN
I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN
Like flyshit, I’m invisible, omnipresent
Coursing through your veins
Strangling your imagination
Locking the cells of your brain.
Causing sex, class and race conflicts
That’s how I keep control
Ignorance is the global currency
Or didn’t you know?
I’m the master of the quintuple bluff
And I decide if and when you’ve had enough
If I gave you a million guesses to guess me
You would still give in
Get your finger crawling along my calling card
I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN
I’M THE ENEMY WITHIN
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The Last Hello
02:12
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THE LAST HELLO
Am I in your dream
Or are you in mine?
Is this where you rise high
And I decline?
Come all this way, so much to say
And nothing to show.
I’m no good at goodbyes
Let’s make this the last hello
Each tear dries in time
Each flower dies and rots
You like to drink, so open and sink
A bottle of forget-me-lots.
The way we were’s not the way we are
Love will ebb and flow
I’m no good at goodbyes
Make this our last hello
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