01.

Frightened

Someone's always on my tracks

In a dark room you see more than you think

I'm out of my place, got to get back

I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence

I've got shears pointed straight at my chest

And time moves slow when you count it

I'm better than them, and I think I'm the best

But I'll appear at midnight when the films close

Cause I'm in a trance

and I sweat

I don't want to dance

I want to go home.

I couldn't live in those peephole places

They might get to know my actions

I'd run away from toilets and faeces

I'd run away to a non-date on the street

Cause I'm in a trance

and I sweat

I don't want to dance

I want to go home.

I feel trapped by mutual affection

And I don't know how to use freedom

I spend hours looking sideways

to the time when I was sixteen

Cause I'm in a trance.

I'm frightened.

Amphetamine frightened

I go to the top of the street

I go to the bottom of the street

I look to the sky, my lips are dry....

02. Crap Rap 2/Like To Blow

We are the Fall

Northern white crap that talks back

We are not black

Tall

No boxes for us

Do not fuck us

We are frigid stars

We were spitting, we were snapping "Cop Out, Cop Out!"

as if from heaven

Sucker X 9
No stars in the zone

I stay at home

I live on snacks

Potatoes in packs

I like to blow...

I like to blow....

I like to blow

Concentration zone

The years go in circles

the years go in circles

Hopes goes, I'm gone

Smoke comes, i go

A spurs fan, a warrior

happy no-hoper

Dull, manage

I think slow

Sucker, blow

03. Rebellious Jukebox

I'm searching for the now

I'm looking for the real thing, yeah

Head through a blue haze

Waiting for the musical craze

We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson

Taxi for Mr. Nelson

Rebellious Jukebox yeah

Rebellious Jukebox, oh

No sounds at first came out

This machine had dropped out

But it made music to itself

Made music for itself

Rebellious Jukebox yeah

Rebellious Jukebox now

I'm looking for the home of the real

I want a happy time now

Drinkers from the slaughterhouse

Weren't happy and went out

Noise resounds aloud

Noise resounds the lounge

Rebellious Jukebox yeah

Rebellious Jukebox oh
I sidled up to a fruit machine

This I was imagining:

Some drinkers dancing at the bar

Drinkers dancing for the bar

Rebellious Jukebox yeah

Rebellious Jukebox now

I'm searching for the now

I'm looking for the real thing yeah

04. No Xmas For John Quays

The X in X-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ

No Christmas for John Quays

The powders reach

And the powders teach

And when you find they can't reach

There is no Christmas for junky

He thinks he is

More interesting

Than the world

But buying cigs

Puts him in a whirl

A packet of three-five fives

555

A packet of those over there

And 20 special offer cigars

Found talking to the cigarette machine

Into nicotinic acid

Good king Wenceslaus, he looked out

Silly bugger, he fell out

He spits in the sky

It falls in his eye

Then he gets to sit in

Talking to his kitten

And talking about Frankie Lymon

Tell me why is it so?

Tell me why is it so?

Out of his face with The Idle Race

Out of the room with his tune

Although the skins are thin

He knows its up to him

To go out or stay in
I'll stay in

I'll stay in

You

Me

X-Mas

X-Mas

There is no Christmas for junkies

No girls

No curls

Just the traffic passing by

Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye

1,2,3,4

No X-mas for John Quays

05. Mother-Sister!

Er, what's this song about?

Er, nothing

None

No recipes

It was like a see-saw

No

It was like an up and down

Bye bye

Mother, Sister

Mother, Sister

Why did you put your head in?

Reach or preach

It's all a diminished return

Now

Floorboard

Creaks

Mother, Sister

Mother, Sister

Why did you push your head in?

Astray

Our Friends

And the fathers are underground

Your mouth is sold out

Mother, Sister

Mother, Sister

Why did you put your head in?

The pylon
06. Industrial Estate

Get off the Ind. Est.

Get off the Ind. Est.

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Well you started here to earn your pay

Clean neck and ears on your first day

Well we tap one another as you walk in the gate

And we'd build a canteen but we haven't got much space

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

And the crap in the air will fuck up your face

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Boss can bloody take most of your wage

And if you get a bit of depression

Ask the doctor for some valium

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

Yeah, Yeah, Industrial Estate

07. Underground Medecin

(Your nervous system, your nervous system)

(Underground medicine, underground medicine)

A spark inside

[Traverse up my hide]

And when it clicks

There's no resist

Every time I hear a new baby cry

I thank my spark inside

And you get underground medicine

Underground medicine

I'm but a nervous system

Underground medicine

I found a reason not to die

A reason for the ride

The spark inside

When it hits the mind you get

Underground medicine

Underground medicine

I'm but a nervous system

Underground medicine

I had a psychosomatic voice

And one time it might come back

Underground medicine

Underground medicine

I'm but a nervous system

Underground medicine

On my pants I spilled expectorant

And the colonel shot better with 30 pints

They took his cup away

Take it away, take it away

[Used to 'ground] medicine

[Used to 'ground] medicine

[Used to 'ground] medicine

08. Two Steps Back

Everybody likes me

They think I'm crazy

Pull my string and I do my thing

Two Steps Back

I don't need the acid factories

I've got mushrooms in the fields

Julian said "How was the gear?"[1]

They don't sell things to you over there

A cigarette goes out when you put it down.

Two Steps Back

Had a look at the free festivals

They're like cinemas with no films

You could make a fire with the seats

You could boil up some cigar [cig-ah!] dimps

Or get into the sound

Wait for the ice cream to come around

Two Steps Back

Two Doors Down

I meet my old friends there

They queue up for cash there

They are part Irish

They have no conscience

They get threatened by the cracker factory

Two Steps Back

Cracker Factory:

A place where you get into the working routine again

Rehabs for no hopes

Prefab for jobless dopes

Note: [1] Julian is a reference to Julian Cope; "gear" is British slang for
drugs

09. Live At The Witch Trials

We're still one step ahead of you

I still believe in the R and R dream

R and R as primal scream

Tied to the Puritan Ethic

Nonsympathetic to spastics

After all this, still a lonely bastard

Eggheads, boneheads, queue

Queue for them

We were early and we were late

But, still, live at the witch trials....

10. Futures And Pasts

I was in a sleeping dream

When a policeman brought my mother home

By the window I didn't scream

I was too old for that

I was in a drunken dream

The pubs were closed

It was three o'clock

At the bottom of the street it seemed

There was a policeman lost in the fog

I understand but I don't see it

I understand but I don't see it

I understand but I don't read it

Futures and Pasts

You can cry for your lost childhood

Will you cry for our lost childhoods?

But remember how you hated it

And worse cause you couldn't state it?

And it's time for the note, see it

And it's time for the note, say it

And it's time for the note, read it

Futures and Pasts

Look at the woman of thirty-nine

Look at the man of forty-nine

You can read their lousy lives

You can see their ugly face lines

They understand but they don't see it

They understand but they don't see it

I understand but I don't read it

Futures and Pasts

I understand but I don't see it

I understand but I don't see it

I understand but I don't read it

Futures and Pasts

11. Music Scene

Oh aye you're a good lad

Here is a pound note

The stupid bitch

They were made for each other

You should have met his brother

His mother was deaf and dumb

Well that stupid get

Played games with names

Of the place he'd worked

Of the women he tupped

He thought he were envy of the music scene

Part of the choosy scene

Envy of the music scene

Here comes long hair for the fair

No pay just take on the way

Those bastards stripped me bare

In front of all those people

Spat peanuts in my hair

And all the leaves are brown

And be part of the music scene

Envy of the choosy scene

Part of the music scene

And aye you're a good lad

Oh here is a new flat

That stupid twat

Made for each other

You should have met his brothers

Real fuckers

That stupid kid

Played games with names

All the gigs he'd worked

And the women he'd fucked

He was part of the music scene

Envy of the choosy set

Part of the music scene

Leave a mark on the city

I'll smash your doors down

Become a demolition worker

A metal construction worker

And behind our conscious minds

Our affections are turning grey

Yeah, we're part of the music scene

Envy of the choosy scene

Part of the music scene

Part of the music scene

Part of the choosy scene

6 minutes!

6:40!

OK, studio, that's plenty

12. Bingo-Master's Breakout

Two swans in front of his eyes

Colored balls in front of his eyes

It's number one for his Kelly's eye

Treble-six right over his eye

A big shot's voice in his ears

Worlds of silence in his ears

All the numbers account for years

Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

All he sees is the back of chairs

In the mirror, a lack of hairs

A light room, which he fills out

Hear the players all shout

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

A glass of lager in his hand

Silver microphone in his hand

Wasting time in numbers and rhyme

One hundred blank faces buy

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

Came the time he flipped his lid

Came the time he flipped his lid

Holiday in Spain fell through

Players put it down to

Bingo-Master's Breakout
A hall full of cards left unfilled

Ended his life with wine and pills

There's a grave somewhere only partly filled

A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads

Bingo-Master's Breakout

13. Psycho Mafia

Spitting on the streets

Numb heads and feet

Nowhere to go

Won't let us in the shows

'Cos we talk about love

And the Psycho-Mafia

I'm talking 'bout love

And the Psycho-Mafia

No soul in the discos

No rock in the clubs

Won't let us in the pubs

And the city joys

Going on about love

And the Psycho-Mafia

I'm talking about love

And the Psycho-Mafia

Psycho-Mafia

Psycho-Mafia

'cho Mafia

'cho Mafia

Spitting on the streets

Shot heads and teeth

Our eyes are red

Our brains are dead

Going on about drugs

Psycho-Mafia

I'm talking about love

Psycho-Mafia

14. Repetition

Right noise

We're gonna get real speedy

You gotta wear black all the time

You're gonna make it on your own

Cos we dig

Cos we dig

We dig

We dig repetition

We dig repetition

We've repetition in the music

And we're never going to lose it

All you daughters and sons

who are sick of fancy music

We dig repetition

Repetition on the drums

and we're never going to lose it

This is the three R's

The three R's:

Repetition, Repetition, Repetition

Oh mental hospitals

Oh mental hospitals

They put electrodes in your brain

And you're never the same

You don't dig repetition

You don't love repetition

Repetition in the music and we're never going to lose it

President Carter loves repetition

Chairman Mao he dug repetition

Repetition in China

Repetition in America

Repetition in West Germany

Simultaneous suicides

We dig it, we dig it

we dig it, we dig it

Repetition, repetition, repetition

Repetition, repetition, Regal Zonophone

There is no hesitation

This is your situation

Continue a blank generation

Blank generation

Same old blank generation

Groovy blank generation

Swinging blank generation

Repetition, repetition, repetition....

15. It's The New Thing

My boys take what I say

Do it the studio way

New equipment all clean

New gear

Clothes mean

I answer and take the calls

No trouble with the law

Turn it up for interviewers

Oh yeah prime movers

I wonder what is next year's thing?

Crash smash crash ring

They've got another side

Pop heroes of the mind

While you suckers queue or work

Money for us and play it up

We have never sold out

Spent hours on a clever act

Phoney advertising quotes that make you buy some raise your hopes

That it's the new leather thing

Crash smash crash ring

The broken backs of the real bands

A million closed minds

Weep for the old glam

Year of the average man

The Worst died because of you

Along with some others too

Erasing off our rainbows

We are men, we have big toes!

It's the new leather thing

Crash smash crash ring

Houdini believed his tricks

That is why he died

Oh I'm not coming out

There may be a film on tonight

Or Eliot's Untouchables

As for new hotels

Look like science fiction films or revival gothic pigswill

Watch the skies, what to think

Crash smash crash ring

[Bramah:] Rocket! / Rock it!

It's the new leather thing

Ba ba ba doo.....

New leather thing

Yow!

16. Various Times

Alright we're going to go back

to 1940

No money
And I live in Berlin

I think I'll join up

Become a camp guard

No war for me

An old Jew's face dripping red

I hate the prisoners

I hate the officers

They've no fight

I think I'll join

The red rose

Leave Belsen

I'll go to Switzerland

A human resistor

Don't think, ask him

Present :

I don't like them

said Ian

in his black-out threat

I think I'll drop out

Become a no-man

And live my rules

But I'm the sort that gets

out of the bath with a dirty face

Everyone I meet's the same now

No brains or thought
A good case for the systems we like - we get

Human race

Various times

Don't think, ask him

Future:

1980

Black windows

And smokey holes

My head is full of lead

And the beer is so weak

Since they got rid of time around here

Dr. Doom fresh from Salem

And the witch trials

The Lathe of Heaven

Time mistaken

Three places at once

Human race

Don't think, ask him

Ask him

Ask him

17. Dresden dolls

Dresden dolls take one

This is for all you guys who work on industrial estates

Dresden dolls are back in style

With a clockwork walk and a backward smile

Dresden dolls don't hear a sound

They're programmed to jump up and down

Up and down

Round and round

Tapping feet to formless sound

Dresden dolls and Nazi boys

Dance arm in arm to formless noise

Up and down

Round and round

Tapping feet to formless sound

On plastic bars they sit and pose

Count their fingers with their toes

They sit and smile and drink and grin

Then they all get up again

Up and down

Round round

Tapping feet to noiseless sound

Dresden dolls are back in style

With a clockwork walk and a backward smile

Up and down
Pound and round

Tapping feet to formless sound

20. STEPPING OUT

I used to believe everything I read

But that's all changed and now I'm stepping out

That's all changed and now I'm

Stepping out

I used to stay in the house and never go out

But now I'm stepping out, stepping out

I used to stay in the house and never go out

But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out

I used to stay on my feet all 24 hours

But now I'm stepping out, stepping out

The light'd be on 24 hours

But now I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out

So people get ready, strip down your houses

Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out

So people get ready, strip down your houses

Cause I'm stepping out, stepping out, stepping out

I used to believe everything I read

But that's all changed 'cause now I'm stepping out

That's all changed cause now I'm

Stepping out...

21. LAST ORDERS

Everybody's telling me to listen up

They're trying to run my life for me

I'm gonna tell I'll tell 'em

Their term's up

REF:

They've just given me their

Last orders

Everyone's in prison or in the army

All sincere, all phoney

Reading all the books, taking in the news

I don't dig their dead-end options

I'm not hurt by their rejections

I'm no sell-out, and they've found out

Everybody's telling me to listen up

They're trying to write my life story

Joke's on them

It's the end of the rap