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The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But we're dead from the waist down
Like in Californ-i-a
Victory is empty
There are lessons in defeat
But we're dead from the waist down
We are sleeping on our feet
We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're D from the W down
There's no contracts binding
No bad scene beyond repair
But when you're dead from the waist down
You're too far gone to even care
We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought us time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're D from the W down
(repeat)
The sun is shining
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London never sleeps, it just sucks
the life out of me
and the money from my pocket
London always creeps, showbiz hugs
the life out of me
have some dignity honey
Euston, Paddington, train station please
make the red lights turn green
endlessly
My black cab rolls through the neon disease
Endlessly, endlessly
London never sleeps, it just sucks
the life out of me
Have some dignity honey
Sushi bars, wet fish, it just sucks
the life out of me
and the money from my pocket
Euston, Paddington, train station please
make the red lights turn green
endlessly
My black cab rolls through the neon disease
Endlessly, endlessly
I come alive outside the M25
I won't drink the poison Thames
I'll chase the sun out west
Londinium
Euston, Paddington, train station please
Make the red lights turn green
endlessly
My black cab rolls through the neon disease
Endlessly, endlessly
I come alive
I come alive
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He came on ecclesiastically
His sermon loud and bold
And I got hold of spiritual healing
His eloquence, magnificent
I didn't stand for long
And there I learnt how prayer can be misguiding
But I'm a good girl
Oh I'm a good girl
I'm a good girl
They recommended counselling
But I don't need to talk
I don't get off on communal changing
I'm better bred, much better led
Leave my keys at home
But brace yourselves for industrial cleavage
Cos I'm a good girl
Oh I'm a good girl
I'm good girl
If you live a lie you'll die a liar
If you live a lie you'll die a liar
Pants on fire
Joan of Arc, come kiss my art
Leave a charcoal mark
There's so much more to solitary refinement
Cos I'm a good girl
Oh I'm a good girl
I'm a good girl
If you live a lie you'll die a liar
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Her treasured chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her Versace dress
Too eager too impress
A vision filled her soap sud hell
Twin tub on spin
Lets all her daydreams in
And how she wants away from him
She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
High street prams
Chariot scene from Ben Hur
Push chair rage
A customised roll bar cage
Will help baby come of age
So what's in the pram
Is it teen death?
Bazooka the check-out queue
There's no need to argue
About who was in front of who
She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
The ad begs "Buy bottled water"
But we know that it tastes of piss
Should be getting our tampons free
DIY gynaecology
She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
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Storm the palace
Storm the palace
Turn it into a bar
Let them work in Spar
Storm the palace
Storm the palace
Turn it into flats
Make them all ex-pats
Coz tourism is congestion
Tourism is congestion
Storm the palace
Storm the palace
You can stick your OBE
I'll sort out your bad Feng Shui
Coz tourism is congestion
Tourism is congestion
Storm the palace
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Tedium is overcome
From obscurity, through melody
And when I'm blind it helps me
See through your key
No one can touch, no need to rush
Presented by my alibi
When I'm down it brings me round
So easily
At eight o'clock, I take my leave
And when I'm done and dusted
Tonight I'm gonna be
I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see
I'm gonna take you down to a place
I know you'd rather be
It's just a three minute song
It doesn't last very long
But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be
Hey you can dance
Oooh sha la la la la la la
Common sense has excuses
Recklessness, its uses
But don't go fusing silence with charisma
At nine o'clock you can count on me
And when I'm up I'm ready
Tonight I'm gonna be
I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see
I'm gonna take you down to a place
I know you'd rather be
It's just a three minute song
It doesn't last very long
But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be
Where you can dance
I'm doomed to fail
The stage gives way
It's an apostrophe to my legacy
But though I'm bruised
I'll happily do it all again
At 10 o'clock don't wait up for me
Coz when I'm up I'm ready
Tonight I'm gonna be
Matthew!
I'll be a karaoke queen, it's not me you see
I'm gonna take you down to a place
I know you'd rather be
It's just a three minute song
It doesn't last very long
But it'll take you to a place I know you'd rather be
And you an dance if you want to
Show appreciation
But step up to the mic for the full sensation
And you can dance
And you can dance
And you can dance
And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la
And you can ooh la la la ooh sha la la la
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I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there
Behind his wall of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes
I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me
Here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels where I witness custards last stand
Here I am
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Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeh yeh
Never spun you no yarn
Never spun you no yarn, yeh yeh
And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
If I step out of line
I'll step out of line, yeh yeh
Over land over sea
One step two to Ynys free
And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
And don't cry if crying means you're sorry
Whatever the case I always felt out of place
As a matter of fact I always felt like that around you
I'm disinclined to toe the line
Under your thumb where I've become unwanted
So pick your way down to the sea
Pick your way to the sea, yeh yeh
It's not the tide you gotta watch it's me
Not the tide you got it's me, yeh yeh
And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
And she'll go yeh, where he goes, yeh
We all go where nobody knows our name
Where nobody knows our name
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Somebody told me you’d found new bonhomie
Going places you’d never go with me
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew
Oh, I’d have bitten you in two if you would let me
I’d look deadly as a nun
Martyrdom does not become me
I’ll find love in vanity
Somebody told me you’d found places to go
New people to know, new ladies and so
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew
I’d have bitten her in two if you would let me
So if I don’t laugh what do I do?
If I don’t laugh and see this through
I shouldn’t even think of you
Allow me one extravagance
Before they come and ban me
And let me shoot the messenger
So help me God they talk so much
This knowledge ain’t my business
But I hang on his every word
God speed his journey back to Hell
I might retreat singing
But all I hear is you
Just give me one more shot of gin
I’ll scream along to anything
Just let me shoot the messenger
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Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you at all, you at all
Everything is beautiful
And nothing hurts you in the world, in your world, in your world
Words plain with lullaby refrain
So sweet sleep
Enjoy the time you keep
All around is wonderful
And nothing harms me at all, me at all
All around is wonderful
And nothing harms in my world, in my world
Words plain with lullaby refrain
So sweet sleep
Enjoy the time you keep
And if you call, I'll follow after all
So sweet calm will keep us safe from harm
Everything is beautiful
Everything is beautiful
Nothing hurts
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I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me
Your carpet burns and bruises blue
Are there for all to see
But I can tell you've been through hell
Finally you wear it well
It's an accessory
It's time to change your uniform
And hand it on to me, to me
And I dream one day I'll find
The one who lives inside my mind
They feel the same way too
We've all been used
Dazed, beautiful and bruised
Dazed, beautiful and bruised
And blame is not a one way street
The widest avenue
But cause me grief
And my belief is harm will come to you
Between the lines I think you'll find
Lessons learned from alleys blind
Beauty can turn sour
So recognise through all the lies
The hero of the hour, the hour
And I dream one day I find
The one who lives inside my mind
They feel the same way too
We've all being used
Dazed, beautiful and bruised
When there's nothing, nothing left to lose
Dazed beautiful and bruised
Dazed
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