LYRICS

Animal, Vegetable or Mineral

If you were a vegetable, I'd eat you up
To make me healthy and
Warm inside, no feelings hidden,
Locked in molecules, Brocoll-attidudes

chorus
And all, I wanted was superficial old happiness
And though it's not, what I did
It's what I didn't do,
And will never do now

If you were a mineral, I'd bed you down
Packed tight and snug
Opaque and Oh so cold to touch,
I loved you hard maybe too much

And all, I wanted was superficial old happiness
And though it's not, what I did
It's what I didn't do,
And will never do now

Solo sequence/Harmony vocal sequence
Chorus

Why weren't you an animal? Rpt to end

Lemon Citric

Get a wand and wave it,
Wave it to the beat of a drummer
All of this forsaken
Don't be evil in my eyes

Special kinds of feeling
Defend me from the fine line I built inside
Where are you going to take me?
Don't be evil in my eyes

'Cause you're a lemon god
I'm like General Zod
I have powers that kill all flowers
A lemon citric, game for
Hours and hours

You will always find me
Aware of the heat that'll keep me dry
Semaphore or Sign me
Just don't be evil in my eyes

'Cause you're a lemon god
I'm like General Zod
I have powers that kill all flowers
A lemon citric, game for
Hours and hours
You're a lemon god
I'm like General Zod
I have powers that kill all flowers
A lemon citric, game for
Hours and hours
For hours and hours

Santo vs The Flying Saucers

An act of god has brought us
Down and rained fire on this holy ground
Radar attuned for spite and
Girls and boys gather their might

Soon they'll be landing, Have we lost you?
They'll attack our children, Who will save us?
Who can stop the…

Flying Saucers? Oh Someone save us
They're flying door to door now, I'm going to break them
You gotta stand up to them, say you don't believe in them

Shattered nerves china reserves
The right to defend all night

Soon they'll be landing, Have we lost you?
They'll attack our children, Who will save us?
Who can stop those…
Flying saucers? Oh someone save us
They're against the wall now, Oh Someone bring her
Flying Saucers, Back to London
No more resistance, No more resistance
You gotta stand up to them, say you don't believe in them

Santos Are El Diablo

Santos are el Diablo,
But give me just one little taste
Santos yes they're el Diablo,
My mother Mary's in a carry case
Hold still let me see your face

Pretend you're not Diablo,
Imagine you're pure of heart
Helping strangers over high bridges,
Push them hard they'll fall real far
Onto the rocks and up to the stars

Ah, You can't show the world, you wish to help it
Our Father, the saints you sent, I know they meant
Well to prevent, Diablo taking hold of me

Good guys wear white Diablos,
Some in a little hip, hip-flask
I prefer black-clad Diablos,
Waylon Jennings or Johnny Cash,
Flag flying still behind a mask

Sunday morning kneel to Diablos,
Little fellahs they look so small
Using big words like aplastamiento,
Underfoot dissent will fall,
We know 'cause we've helped them all
Underfoot dissent will fall,
Yes I know 'cause I've helped them all

You Am I Blues

One of us is easy, both of us are free
To enjoy all life offers from the comfort of our seats

You or will get real bored,
We'll watch paint dry
And feel real sore today

Send a letter slowly, cause I am second class
Deserving just the right 'A', mount of dirty ass

Dirty As-phalt,
Mile & miles & miles & miles behind me

chorus
Cos You Am I and I am you,
And it's so over we're all through
You Am I and I'm still you,
Why is this over? Why are we through?
Why are we truly through?

Chains made out of plastic, I'll skip it now I'm free
We've moulded and we're colded, the shape of icy trees

Icy trees

Finally I miss you, I hope you're doing stuff
That one day will make you smile more,
It's cool now that I'm not enough
chorus
Cos You Am I and I am you,
And it's so over we're all through
You Am I and I'm still you,
Why is this over? Why are we through?
Why are we truly through?

Rpt chorus

Opportunity

It's an awayday for the Meat'ers
Looks we got ourselves a reader
Your fellow demons
Are always screamin
Fool if you think you're ever leavin

Stayin' ok on the Metro
3 bad hombres say I a no-go
I tryin' logos to win them over
They gave me 3 to run for cover

I never got an opportunity
Fuck you and your opinion of me

I'll show em one day
I do it my way
I'll shoot the princes
Won't someone let me out of here

I never got an opportunity
Fuck you and your opinion of me

Charles & David, Little Joseph
Coming out to play
At the Mayfair, Mrs. Murphy
Stole my heart away

Fuck you and your HI.Q degree
I never got an opportunity

Socrates

Don't need to think like socrates
To see your fine philosophy's flawed
Like a ship and a bottle-less cork

It's off the scale so can't you guess
Oh lord, how much you're messin' my mind
Cos I'm just a little right-brain child

Its over. Can't you see
My lover. I couldn't be
What you want me to be

You say you losing your appetite
I see the smiles are in the right place
But you got crumbs all round your face

Don't care to see what marks I got
I'll tick the box and write the next song
Hope the hurt won't last so long

We're talking,not listening
Let's go to bed. It's 1am

We're rowing, not listening
Let's go to bed, it's 2am

We're screaming, not listening
Let's go to bed, it's 3am