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The scene in the courtroom is nightmarish
The judge puffs his cheeks like a white-haired fish
He licks up the light or what light there is
And tells you you're in for a time
You were feeling alright things were going OK
Fucking the pigs any hour of the day
Wearing the make-up rehearsing the play
The character and his crime
A horse brushes flies off when he wakes in the stable
Brush off the sadness of being normal
Become the animal, become the criminal
You always expected to be
The "vile" in servile is there for good reason
It's time to decide between boredom and treason
You can't create art without blowing apart
Someone's standard of decency
A dog bares his teeth when he's up to no good
A painter paints paintings in menstrual blood
You shit where you want when you live in the mud
And you most likely live on your own
Imagine a building and call it your home
Fashion it out of your arteries and bones
Lose the whole lot on a predatory loan
Threatening messages left on the phone
How does the heavy-bollocked bailiff sleep?
Is he sad cos he's all alone?
The thing with the water the thing with the bell
Those crimes were all done by just one of your selves
You can't blame the others for their demon brother
So which one is going to hell
What does the hairy-eared bailiff dream
Of his knee on another man's throat?
This song is a nightmare but that's not my fault
Take this with a big pinch of artisan salt
You know what the moral is, you fucking dolt
Figure it out as you're locked in the vault
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The Anthem
02:53
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This deviant before us here is guilty of indecency:
Not standing when the anthem plays and self-abusing peacefully
Like all the other fellers who, with patriotic lust
Play upon their organs from the first note to the last.
This hideous degenerate, this enemy of the state
Kneels down as the anthem plays and doesn't masturbate.
And as our macho servicemen, all violent and erotic,
Parade across the field he sneers, flaccid and unpatriotic.
The song is strong, the song is long, the song is strong and rousing
So it's one hand on your heart my boy, the other down your trousers.
You've got to wank, wank, wank to the anthem, wank to the anthem -
Til freedom comes.
The athletes on the podium, the vendors in the stadium,
The children every morning lined up in the school gymnasium,
The rodeo contestants and the singer singing lead,
The locker rooms and fields awash with onanistic seed.
But this dirty little pervert here, nothing turns him on
Except for situations sexual in nature.
This freedom-hater, coward, traitor, venomous non-masturbator
Let's introduce him to his prosecutor:
A man who serves his country making images of Liberty
In decent porno poses for home viewing with your family.
Can this limp-dicked loser look this hero in the eye?
You see, he can't; this says it all; and this is why we sentence him to die,
Cos he won't wank, wank, wank to the anthem, wank to the anthem -
Til freedom comes.
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Wire On A Bird
04:02
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Like a wire on a bird
Like a fly on a turd
Nature goes mental on the last day of term
Nature goes mental on the last day of term
Party tonight at the charnel house
Bring your balaclava and bring your self-doubt
Come with a manpal or come with a girl
Nature goes mental at the end of the world
Like a bluesman at a plant
Like a banker in a trance
I have cancelled my plans to become the manger handling history
And history is manhandling me
Like an old man in trouble
Like a stickleback in a bubble
Our attempts to remain will end in pain and mad misery
Nature goes mental when there's no mystery
Like a pioneer in a valley
Like a fascist at a rally
Nature goes mental for its season finale
Nature goes mental like a right proper Charlie
There's a man with a plan
His teeth are on your spine.
There's a man with a plan
His teeth are on your spine.
There's a man whose spirit is entrepreneurial
Trying to profit from Viking burials,
All that's lacking is raw material
Biggest racket since time turned terrible
THERE'S NOWT WRONG WI YER!
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Unfollow the Devil
02:47
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Suck the evil breath of spring, I heard that you unfriended Death
I heard that you're now following the Devil with his wicked breath
The Plague will put an end to you and all the evil things you do
And all the stupid songs you sing so suck the evil breath of spring
No warmer than a debt collector issuing a final warning
To a suicidal man at 9 o clock on Sunday morning
Brothers always split the heads of brothers - that's how things are done
The sickness stirred by morning sun no warmer than a customs man
YOU CANNOT BRING THOSE GOODS IN HERE
As sickness acts upon a weakened body
Beauty acts upon a weakened mind
The clown dies as he's trying to be funny
And love's a swollen lymph node all the time
Some sympathizers in the crowd are pulling on the dead man's feet
The minstrels play on synthesizers, horsemen keep a ragged beat
The skull will show beneath the cheeks of pretty dimpled boys in school
Another hell above the ground - never, never - hang the fool
The scarlet daub above the door, the massacre of roaming dogs
The men in masks with ledger books, the rising price of sleeping drugs
A simulation of the king is teaching children how to sing
Let's sit and listen to them croak a bit, it will not cost us anything
The town looks like a circuit board; a holy hand is bending it
Nature keeps secreting things, it's not my fault if you get sick
Or fall in love or want to die; the second that you catch her eye
The doctor is just guessing that this kind of thing keeps you alive
NATURE KEEPS SECRETING THINGS
As sickness acts upon a weakened body,
Beauty acts upon a weakened mind.
When you are Eros, everything's erotic
And love's a swollen lymph node all the time.
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Vomiting Pins
05:04
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The dentist is mental
She'll pull the teeth from your brain
If she doesn't there'll be trouble
You're certain to go insane
It's hard for the cart
To make its way over the hill
It's heavy with bodies
And the town's seven graveyards are full
The eyestrain, the eyestretch
The slithering jellies inside
The horror, the horror
The weak glint of lust in your eye
My lover behind shutters
I'd murder to see her again
When the stranger comes to take her
If he puts his claws on her I'll rip out his brain
Vomiting pins
Vomiting pins
I love my country
Like vomiting pins
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Blood in the Morning
02:36
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Duckling's Dilemma
02:50
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I've got a dilemma
on my duckling hands
I can never get home anymore
I'm trapped in a BBC
computer game
Controlled by a freak with a shiny red nose
My father's a mallard
My father is well 'ard
So don't try and get in my way
If you get in my way
I'll eat some of your brain
And then you won't finish the game
This kid's got no skills
He smells, he can't spell,
He thinks 2 + 2 = 6
I've got a drug habit
I'm friends with a rabbit
But I only use her for sex
My mother's a duck
A female duck
Look, go read your book cos I don't give a fuck
If you finish the game
I could stay here all day
They'd discover your body on the last day of May.
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In the years after
Climate of Hunter
Scott Walker
the singer
not from round these parts
squatted in our local
watching men
play darts
in the afternoon
he's a movie-goer
and then he reads the paper
famine and war
when he goes home tonight he'll be a god on the night bus
until then he sits amongst us
keeping the score
The fellers all bellies
and bollocks
swelling with the missus' mash
fag ash and moustache
the sun ain't gonna shine anymore was once on our jukebox
but now thanks to Rupert Murdoch
we've got Wimbledon and Norwich on a satellite dish
I could be happy
with a little trophy
to show my family
so they will respect me
with a double seventeen I could have won
in the corner walker whispers 21 21 21
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Old Men, Great Trouble
03:26
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Plum
04:24
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When I was young
My hair was plum
Plum was the colour of my hair
I wrote poems
Made people come
Now I'm close to death I don't care.
And in the end
I hope that there's the scent
Of someone else's skin and someone's hair
That's all I need
Before it's time to leave
As for all the rest, I don't care.
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