The Members Tribute EP

 The Sound of the Suburbs

Same old boring Sunday morning Old man's out washing the car

Mum's in the kitchen, cooking Sunday dinner her best meal moaning while it lasts

Johnny's upstairs in his bedroom sitting in the dark

Annoying the neighbors with his punk rock electric guitar

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

Every lousy Monday morning Heathrow jets goes crashing over my home

Ten o'clock Broadmoor siren driving me mad, won't leave me alone

The woman next store just sits and stares outside

She hasn't come out once ever since her husband died

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

Youth club group used to want to be free now they want anarchy

They play too fast, they play out of tune they practice in the singers bedroom

The drums quite good, the bass is too loud and I can't hear the words

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

Saturday morning family shoppers crowding out the center of town

Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around

Johnny stands there at his window looking at the night

I said what you listening to there's nothing there that is right

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

This is the sound this is the sound of the suburbs

Offshore Banking Business

Bermuda in the Bahamas front street Hamilton

They doing more than growing bananas they got a tax dodge going on

Offshore banking business international crime

Offshore banking business happening all the time

Banks and corporations are registered and operating there they don't employ any local staff 

And I don't know if you are aware one American sitting at a desk with a plaque outside on the wall

You know that's what they call offshore banking business some kind of financial thing

Offshore banking business the man with the money he's gonna swing up there from the tree

You got some pennies and the pounds your head's going round 

With a bunch of figures that your mind cannot compound

I say as I would say who wants to know I would say I wanna know 

Who's got my money who's got my sense why is everybody trying to steal my pence?

Guy in the city guy in the news everybody giving me the financial blues

Who's behind this operation I'll tell you you what I know and I know more than the rest

Newspaper barons and oil tycoons watching their money grow

It's not an idle rumour nor no scandal talk

All of the profits are washed through Curacao, Panama, New York

Offshore banking business you better watch your chin, Jim

Offshore banking business IMF never gonna let you in with this

Offshore banking business you think it's just money that counts

Offshore banking business well sure gonna come mash up your bank account

Solitary Confinement 

You are living in the suburbs and you have problems with your parents

So you move on up to London town where you think everything's happening, going down

Living in a bedsit travelling on a tube train

Working all day long and you know no-one, so you don't go out

And you eat out of tins and you watch television

Solitary Confinement

I have got a good job and I am working in the city

Get the tube train at eight o'clock and five

And I really don't know if I'm feeling dead or alive

Living in a bedsit travelling on a tube train

Working all day long and you know no-one, so you don't go out

And you eat out of tins and you watch television

Solitary Confinement

Well I used to live in Camberley and, I thought, if I moved up to London life would be very exciting for me, you know, because I'd go out at night and meet girls and things, but nothing ever really happens round my neck of the woods except this rather nice girl who lives across the way from me

I tell you, I got it sussed she's got a 40 inch bust and she's just 

Living in a bedsit travelling on a tube train

Working all day long and you know no-one, so you don't go out

And you eat out of tins and you watch television

Solitary Confinement

On your own, by yourself on your own, by yourself

On your own, by yourself on your own, by yourself

By yourself, by yourself by yourself, by yourself

By yourself, by yourself by yourself, by yourself

Buy yourself this record

And it's lonely for you and it's lonely for me

And it's lonely for all of us can't you see?

Living in a bedsit travelling on a tube train

Working all day long and you know no-one, so you don't go out

And you eat out of tins and you watch television

Solitary Confinement

Working Girl

See her laughing, talking as she's walking to the factory

She don't look that much but I tell you, she's a ticket to the easy life for me

If she works nine to five sure to keep my love alive

If she works nine to five that's okay with me

I'm in love with the working girl

I'm in love with the working girl

I walk up to her tell her how we must have been made for each other

And I'd take her home why, I'd even take her around for tea with my mother

Then she can go out to work and I'd lie around the house in the dirt 

And she could go out to work bring her money home for me

I'm in love with the working girl

I'm in love with the working girl

We got a love so pure she pays the rent

Once in a lifetime chance in her must be heaven-sent

We go out at night she can buy all the drinks with the money she's earned

I dazzle her with science and grace her with all this truth and knowledge I've learned

Then we can come back to her place I'd put on my hate to borrow money face

We get a cab to her place she'd do alright by me

I'm in love with the working girl

I'm in love with the working girl

Chelsea Aggro

I see you walking down the street kicking a Coke can

You've got that swagger in your stroll you walk like a bad man

From the tales of world's end gang bangers are your friends

What you see is what you get and what you get is respect

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

I remember standing in the shed corrugated iron roof over my head

Shivering on the concrete step in the rain, the place has changed but the songs are the same

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

And the old bill spend man hours tracking you down

Even though they don't like your part of town

You're making money for the legal professions 

Barristers billing lawyers statements and confessions

People give you shite when they see you walking

People give you respect when you hear them talking

And you look after your family well

If anybody crosses them you will give the hell

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Allo Allo Allo Chelsea aggro

Free At Last

I'm no superman I can't take your hand

And fly you anywhere you want to go

I can't read your mind like a billboard sign

And tell you everything you want to hear but I'll be your hero

I can be everything you need if you're the one for me like gravity 

I'll be unstoppable I believe in destiny

I may be an ordinary guy with heart, and soul

But if you're the one for me I'll be your hero

Searching high and low trying every road

If I see your face I rarely know

I put my trust in fate that you would come my way

And if it's right it's undeniable I'll be your hero

I can be everything you need if you're the one for me like gravity 

I'll be unstoppable I believe in destiny

I may be an ordinary guy with heart, and soul

But if you're the one for me I'll be your hero

So incredible some kind of miracle

When it's meant to be I'll become a hero

So I'll wait for you I'll be your hero

I can be everything you need if you're the one for me like gravity 

I'll be unstoppable I believe in destiny

I may be an ordinary guy with heart, and soul

But if you're the one for me I'll be your hero