You know it makes sense, simply because it does.
Amen, start again.
You know it makes sense, simply because it does.
Amen, start again.
"We will make a decision tomorrow".
Fucking idiots.
Fuck the Jocks, and their false hopes.
Long live the king.
Forgot to put the lyrics up.
Just following a trend.
We can make up our own words, and given the right platform they become true.
Would love another crack at the Mick.
Horrible cunts.
Right up there with the taffs.
Cunts.
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Oliver's Army
Elvis Costello
Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind was sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
There was a Checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
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Oliver's Army
Elvis Costello
Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind was sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
There was a Checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
^ top stuff....maybe.....if I could see it. Appears someone is hittin the hooch a bit earlier then the rest of us..
Oh yeah. HAPPY FRIDAY! Just cracked my pre 5 o'clock beer.
Cheers.
After Friday comes Saturday.
"Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting"
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out, "She's with me!"
A couple of the sounds that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
'Cause Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Saturday [9x]
Night's alright
Saturday [9x]
Night's alright
Saturday [9x]
Night's alright
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A song about a knicker nicker written by Syd Barrett
Arnold Layne
Had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall
Hung a tall mirror
Distorted view
See through baby blue
He done it, oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same,
It takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne
Now he's caught
A nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang, chain gang
He hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same
It takes two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne
Arnold Layne, don't do it again
KW = Shifter.
FACT.
^ Been very busy making tin foil body armour.
photo or it didnt happen...
Ay up, Withnall.
what are we listening to this Fridee?
Well?
Friday managed to crawl its way back, tacked onto the end of a virus infected week.
Almost like Rome invented the days of the week.
Tear your lungs out, superb lyrics summed up in an eggshell.
I work hard everyday
Come rain or shine
And I don't need nobody
To tell me 'bout a girl of mine
She's got so much love
And she saves it all for me
I would not be lying
That's the way it's got to be
So Mr. Big
You'd better watch out
When only you hang around me
Oh for you now
I will dig
A great big hole in the ground
I don't care who you are
So don't explain
Better get out of here
And don't you come back again
I don't want a thing from you
I don't want to give you nothing too
Get out of here
Before I lose my cool
Mr. Big
Oh watch out
And don't you hang around me
Oh for you now
I will dig
A great big hole in the ground
Oh Mr. Big
What the fuck do you see?
When I look out my window
Many sights to see
And when I look in my window
So many different people to be
That it's strange, sure is strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
You've got to pick up every stitch
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
When I look over my shoulder
What do you think I see?
Some other cat lookin' over
His shoulder at me
And he's strange, sure, he's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
Beatniks are out to make it rich
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
You've got to pick up every stitch
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah
(You've got to pick up every stitch)
The rabbits running down the ditch
Oh no, must be the season of the witch
Must be the season of the witch, yeah
Must be the season of the witch
Where'd I look?
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