Knocker Boys - Les Arnaqueurs
Porton Down
Third Way
Despots Dead
Lawyers, Liars, Booze, and Sex
Million Miles
Cadavers Burning
Dance of Nations
Blood Against The Wall
Ivy
The Sound of Sirens
Music by Numbers
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Hurrah pour les arnaqeurs qui bossent dans la rue
Tu veux cinq cent j't'en donne cent
Hurrah pour les arnaqeurs qui bossent dans la rue
Hurrah pour les tous puissant
Chargeons le camion de bier, Car y'en a pas en angleterre
Le prix c'est juste comme tu peux voir, nous payons pas la T V A
La T V A , les taxes c'est craint, ne vendons que à des crètins
Je m'en fous de c'que tu f'ras, J'gagne ma vie grace à toi
Hurrah for the knocker boys that work on the street
You want fifty , give you ten,
Hurrah for the knocker boys that work on the cheap
Hurrah for the boot sale men
We'll fill the transit full of beer
Cos you can't buy it over here
The price is right as you can see
And we won't pay no v.a.t.
Oh v.a.t. and duty sucks
We'll sell it cheap to all you shmucks
And I don't care what deal you do
I'll make a living out of you
Chorus
As you bemoan society's fate
You're down the pub with all your mates
Or over dinner party plates
You say it's all gone wrong
But if I meet you in a bar
Say videos are in my car
A hundred, they're four hundred new
I know which way you'll jump
Chorus
Before you criticise my role
Remember all the things you stole
The paper clips the pens and pins
These things were never yours
The times have made me what I am
I may not be an ideal man
But there's not one amongst you now
Who is fit to cast a stone
Back to The Top
My name is Alfie Reynolds and in 1943
I was 19 going on 20 with my life in front of me
I was sent to Porton Down, a volunteer to be
And to do my national service for my king and my country
They gave us food, they gave us rooms
There's snooker darts and beer
They said no need to worry 'cos there's nothing here to fear
They gave us gas marks and a gun to see if we could shoot
While they pumped us full of mustard gas and told us not to puke
Porton Down, Porton Down, now who would you believe ?
They fill you full of chemicals to see if you can breathe
Porton Down, Porton Down, you bastard Porton men
Kill you once, kill you twice, and kill you once again
Now 60 years have passed me by but still they're dealing pain
Although you may not know it, it's happening again
They're shooting pigs with guns we hear, and calmly taking notes
While the only pigs that should be shot are those that wear white coats
They say our water's wonderful, the air we breathe is fine
Cars don't cause pollution, and asthma's in the mind
But fish are dying in the sea there's hormones in the meat
But where there's muck there's money 'til there's nothing safe to eat
Porton Down, Porton Down, now who would you believe ?
They fill you full of chemicals to see if you can breathe
Porton Down, Porton Down, you bastard Porton men
Kill you once, kill you twice, and kill you once again
You sold a dream that better times, yes better times,
that better times oh better times had better come
You sold a promise that the worse was now behind,
oh yes the worse was now behind and it was done
You sold an idea that was going to work out fine
yes it was going to work out fine right from the start
You had an idea that was different this time,
yes it was different this time it's from the heart
Third way, oh a smile hides many things
but a revolution wasn't one of them
Third way, oh the joys that could bring
but you sold us down the river once again
I bought a share in your new deal, in your new deal
it was a steal, it wasn't real it was a fake
I'd like to tell you how I feel, just how I feel, I'm feeling so
unreal I've been betrayed
I bought a picture from a man with smiling eyes
with his fingers tightly crossed behind his back
And I know I shouldn't really be surprised
when the colours fade from red to blue to black
Third way, I thought I joined the winning team
heroes one and all at start of play
Third way, ah but things aren't the way they seem
and we turned out to be villains by the break
It's a safe bet you can say, that the evil that men do
Very rarely catches up with them in this life , it's the truth
But if it gets them next time round it's bound to upset me
For when they get their just desserts I won't be there to see
Chorus
Despots dead , and we'll be dancing in the streets
We'll have to hang his head on high for everyone to see
Despots dead, burn his body in the flames
But he could burn a thousand times but he'll be back again
You can kill a man for power, you can kill a man for fun
You can kill a man for his beliefs or the fact that he has none
You can kill a man 'cos you don't like the colour of his face
Or kill a man because he's coming from another place
Chorus
Whispered
Despots dead Hear it whispered on the street
Despots dead But the news is bittersweet
Despots dead Though his body might be gone
Despots dead HIS SPIRIT LINGERS ON !
Chorus
Would you like to win a brand new car and get off with the women ?
Fantasise about Princess Di caught naked when she's swimming
Would you like to read about the stars divorce ?
We'll tell you who is winning
It's Lawyers liars, booze and sex that keeps those tills a ringing
Would you like to read abou the minister, he's been caught with no trousers ?
He takes his civil liberties in other peoples houses
he can tell you once , he can tell you twice
We know what song he's singing
It's Lawyers liars, booze and sex that keeps those tills a ringing
Would you like to see a colour spread of a big blond with her kit off ?
We'll give you nudes but rarely news, don't worry bout the rip-off
We're amazed you see that you're really pleased at all this crap we're giving
but It's Lawyers liars, booze and sex that keeps those tills a ringing
Supermarket shopping at mcdonalds in the mall
Big savings for the shoppers and a scratch card for us all
And we don't want to think about the world outside these walls
It could be a million miles
Riots in the suburbs, condemnation on the news
Bigots on the tv giving out with bigots views
And war is getting nearer to the supermarket queues
Much nearer than a million miles
Chorus :
Oh Oh put away your pride
Turn the other cheek and learn to love the other side
War is only over when the people can decide
And I can walk a million miles
Once you had a job for life your future was secure
Now market forces dictate that they're showing you the door
And how much further must we go till everybodys poor
It might be a million miles
We're losing our humanity a man he has no worth
He measures his successes by the money in his purse
And those that can't survive like that get all that they deserve
They won't go a million miles
Oh oh ....
Politicians come and go they're all the bloody same
F******g up the country and ignoring peoples pain
Looking for excuses but of course they're not to blame
They can't see a million miles
Welcome to the future now we all shop out of town
There's more to life than getting on and putting others others down
But who will now be brave enough to wear the thorny crown ?
He's not within a million miles
What's that my love , does the noise disturb you ?
It's just the men who clean the streets
What's that my love, I don't think I heard you
About that smell so sickly sweet ?
All the time this world's been turning
You think we'd find some other way
Everything that we we've been learning
is to ignore cadavers burning
What's that my love , why do they do it ?
They have to keep us clean they say
What's that my love, you don't feel dirty ?
I guess they don't see it that way
What's that my love , can we not stop them ?
They say there's many they can call
What's that my love, how many are they ?
More than one much less than all
What's that my love , have we no powers
to stop them killing in the night ?
What's that my love, you think we're cowards
I think maybe my love you're right
They've taken away his self respect
They've taken his home and family
They've given him nothing to expect
They've done the Dance of Nations
They've taken away his right to health
They've taken away the food he eats
They've given him false dreams of wealth
They've done the Dance of Nations
Hi Ho , here we go , doing the dance of death Ay-Oh
Come on boys let's give it a go
Let's try the Dance of Nations
It's one step forward , two steps back
Watch your partner carefully
Then you stab him in the back
It's called the Dance of Nations
See Doctor Death he's so adept
he trips the light fantastically
But then again he knows the steps
His is the Dance of Nations
Chorus
We have to kill the other side
We have to make sure that they're dead
We'll poison Jews with cyanide
It's called the Dance of Nations
We peddle death amongst the poor
Sell cigarettes and powdered milk
Then the fools come back for more
They've joined the Dance of Nations
Chorus
The old can choose to heat or eat
The young can choose to live or die
Whilst people starve we'll take a seat
To watch the Dance of Nations
And so we dance into our grave
So it was and ever will be
'til there's no-one left to save
To Dance the Dance of Nations
You might call it execution, you might call it suicide
You might call it retribution if you've got God on your side
Where power walks and money talks the moral values fall
There ain't no need for a conscience when there's blood against the wall
blood against the wall
There's a bullet for your mother and one more for your dad
And one for all the friends you've got and those you've never had
And there's plenty more where they came from, can't you catch the killers call ?
Singing "One more for the funeral pyre and one more for the wall"
We don't need no lame excuses , we don't need no pack of lies
No matter how they say it they just can't justify
How they helped to pull the trigger to maintain those marbled halls
Where the carpets don't get dirty but there's blood against the walls
blood against the wall
How much money can a man make before it takes it's toll ?
And how much power can one man have before it takes his soul ?
They won't think about the answers it don't bother them at all
We're just waiting for the moment when it's their blood on the walls
Ivy gets off early on a Friday
She goes home to make her husband's tea
Then amidst the dirty cups , when she does the washing up
She dreams of what has been , what might have been.
Her husband gets home earlier than she does,
He likes to sit in front of the TV
When he goes out for a jar, Ivy's dreaming of the stars,
And moonlit nights that sometimes she would see
Thirty years she's been waiting, she's seen all her dreams destroyed
Thirty years, such a long time, didn't even have no boys
Janet wasn't wanted from the time that she was born
Though Ivy tried to hide it it was clear
When she finally left home she would only ever phone
Happy Birthday Ivy once a year
David from the office was a good man
He'd give Ivy more than daily bread
But he never left his wife to start up a new life
With Ivy like he'd often said
Thirty years .......
The sound of sirens in the night, the blue lights after dark
It only seems like yesterday we were playing in the park
Half of shandy with me Dad, the pub on the estate
Knowing in a few years I'd be in there with my mates
Alcopops to lager makes an easier transition
Than spitting out the bitter from a cold can in the kitchen
2 weeks in Ibiza, it's a drinking mans ambition
and throwing up on Friday, it's a sort of a tradition
A stepdad selling dodgy stuff, an alcoholic mother
Social worker says I musn't beat my little brother
I am just a step away from being someone other
Than the guy who's got a cardboard box and uses it for cover
Gave up on my school and stuff because I knew it all
I don't need a book to tell me how to start a brawl
or setting up distractions when we're thieving in the mall
or how to use a spray can when I decorate a wall
All me mates they think I'm cool, been done for GBH
Nicked a car and then I hit some geezer in the face
Then I got two coppers when they tried to raid my place
and now of course the fucking lot are really on my case
Being cool ain't gonna put the money in the bank
Working's just for weaklings and I wouldn't give a wank
There's ways and means and means and ways a dozen dodgy deals
to put the lager down my neck and pay for Indian meals
Music by numbers works for me
No bleeding hearts impassioned pleas
Don't want your hate and anger
Can't take your pain
Don't give me empty mantras, no harsh refrains
Music by numbers does me good
It's fine when words work with the book
Don't give me pained polemic, political prose
No ideas academic
No need for those
Music by numbers that's the way
I want to hear it every day
Let me hear big productions all polished up bright
No quirky introductions
They just don't sound right
No sex, no drugs, no rock, no roll
No power pop, no heart no soul
No thought, no thugs, no yes no no
And that's just fine
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