24 Hour Party People
How old are you are you old enough should you be in here watching that?
And how old are you are you owning up should you be in here with?
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
You come in beaten so why don't you join in?
You come in beaten so why don't you join in with?
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
I can see you through the door you been chewing bread and water
And there's a grudge on you you know you not ought to have
You've been running around the racetrack
You've been running around the racetrack
Put that mother to bed put that mother to bed
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
Because I have to wait for you to conduct press the pause of the self destruct
With the twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
With the twenty four hour party people
Now better, you're the white out I need full-time, I don't need part-time
I need 1234567 365 all the time I need 1234567 full time
I don't need the part-time, I need 365 no days off
Twenty four hour party people plastic face can't smile the white out
I need 1234567 365 all the time I need 1234567 full time
I don't need a part-time, I need 365 no days off
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah
We're here to pull ya back in to do it all the same
Hallelujah, hallelujah not sent to save ya
Just here to spank ya play some games
Do it long, long, doin' it long
Do fine, fine, doin' it fine
Go in, out, goin' in, not out
Hallelujah, hallelujah not here to praise ya
Just here to raise ya fill you full of maze
Hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah
We're Mr. Bitter we'll take a bit of this and that
Hallelujah, hallelujah when Shaun William Ryder will lie down beside ya
Fill you full of junk just here to spank ya play some games
Do it long, long, doin' it long
Do fine, fine, doin' it fine
Go in, out, goin' in, not out
Hallelujah, hallelujah not here to praise ya
Just here to raise ya fill you full of maze
Fat Lady Wrestlers
I just got back from a year in the sack it must've been something I'm eating
I just got back from a year away it's down to something you're drinking
You've been seen, you've been seen
You've been with fat lady wrestlers and Germans in trenches and teachers who speak to themselves
Snide sneak corner, and baby beat a pauper peasants who eat from the road
I just got back from a year away must've been something I'm drinking somewhere
I just got back from a year in the sack it's down to something you're eating
You did work, you did work
You did it with fat lady wrestlers and Germans in trenches and teachers who eat on their own sometime
Snide sneak corner, baby beats a pauper gypsies that steal from their own
Just got back from a year away it must've been something I'm drinking somewhere
Just got back from a year in the sack did you suss the clowns that you're meeting?
You did work, you did work
Hallelujah, hallelujah hallelujah, hallelujah
Kinky Afro
You go spooky in a band son, I'm 30 I only went with your mother because she's dirty
And I don't have a decent bone in me what you get is just what you see I see it so, I take it freely
And all the bad piss ugly things I feed me
I never help or give to the needy come on and see me
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it come on and tell me twice
I said dad you're a shabby you run around and groove like a baggy
You're only here just out of habit all that's mine you might as well have it
You take ten feet back and then stab it spray it on and tag it so sack on me
I can't stand the needy get around here if you're asking you're feeling
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So come on and say it come on and tell me twice
So sack all the needy I can't stand to leave it
You come around here and you put both your feet in
I had to crucify some brother today
And I don't dig what you gotta say
So go on and say it
So come on and say it come on and tell me twice
Brain Dead
You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous!
Grass eyed slashed eyed brain dead fucker
Rips off himself steals from his brother
Loathed by everyone but loved by his mother
It's not the hip or the ship that gets you caught
No one likes to feel that they've been bought
Why then should you do it again and again and again?
He's a wise guy, when guy don't like my eye spy
Always a snide try never a clean guy
Loathed by everyone but loved by his mother
Give you a calls for the, thing upstairs
She takes him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his night time brown and mask
You bleed in my eye, you bleed in my eye white track
Grass sliding, slash-eyed brain dead fuckup
Rips off himself and steals from his brother
Loathed by everyone but loved by his mother
Why then should you do it again and again and again
Why then do you do it again and again and again
Wrote For Luck
I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I order a line, you form a queue
You're trying so hard is there anything else you can do?
Well, not much - I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess there's more than one sign, but it's getting less
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're liar
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
And I wrote for luck and they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I order a line, you form a queue
Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
And when it's hot, you start to melt
Because you're not made a king, you're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you tend to crack
And keep on piling out, not pulling back
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