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Robots in Disguise Album



2008
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If you wanna start a band

We flew NY to LA left unpaid on the plane on the pavement with jetlag oh
Did you hire a PA, no. Lost in tears on the strip this ain't no glamour trip oh
Missed a nightflight from Rome oh you don't wanna talk about that but you are gonna rock the boat
Champagne in the speakers oh but that wasn't us coz we were drinking Prosecco

We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
In the music biz is this how it is?
If you wanna start a band listen to this

You drive us over to Hammersmith give our disk a quick flick. I'm sorry I can't hear the hits
Wanna listen to my BS? No! But the millions keep planned to spend on your new fake band
Give us our 12 thousand euros now! Not at the label or home, hundred missed calls on your telephone
Tell you Johnny Depp remixed us you smile in delight and say he's definitely hype

We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
In the music biz is this how it is?
If you wanna start a band listen to this

Dress up as robots in Soho hid outside the BBC to plug our cd to a DJ
Do you wanna be on my show yeah! We chuck glitter in your eyes and pull out lasers, open fire!
Stalk the journos round Reading we got tagged in your mag as Britains worst band
Absolutely no talent, the most unsuccessful duo the UK has never known yeah

We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
In the music biz is this how it is?
If you wanna start a band listen to this
If you wanna start a band listen to this
If you wanna start a band listen to this
If you wanna start a band
If you wanna start a band
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
In the music biz is this how it is?
If you wanna start a band listen to this
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
We're in the music biz, it this how it is?
In the music biz is this how it is?
If you wanna start a band listen to this
If you wanna start a band listen to this
If you wanna start a band listen to this

Boring, you're shit, boring
Get off! Yeah get off!
You're rubbish!
Off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off, off
Rubbish!

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Look at me crashed out face down in sick
And you choking on the foreign gravel
My knee open like a red pocket
We watch the day unravel
Look at us dead drunk Brits deep in the shit
Kicked out of a cab miles from the hotel
My purse empty no money in it
Can we cadge a lift on your beat up moped?

Can't stop getting wasted I'm out of my mind
Can't stop getting wasted I love it when I'm high

Look at me blacked out dress soaked in piss
You bring me round with an icy splashing
My head banging cartoon stars spin
Another Saturday night on the trashing
Look at us we're it twenty-something club twits
Pull rubbish moves in the basement Mod room
My arms waving to a 60's hit
Can we take a trip back to the bathroom?

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Oh oh, oh no
Uh oh, uh oh
Oh no
Stupid, stupid

The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
Tequila's made me stupid
The grass has made me stupid
Success has made me stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid

When a conversation starts
You can't remember the question
Please sir, can I have some more
Get down go, go
Down go, go

When he's up against the wall
Another act of agression
I want you on the floor
Get down, go, go, down go

When a conversation starts
You can't remember the question
Please sir, can I have some more
Get down
Can I have some more
Can I have some more
Can I have some more

And when he's up against the wall
Another act of agression
I want you on the floor
Get down go
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor

The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
Tequila's made me stupid
The grass has made me stupid
Success has made me stupid

The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
Forever's made me stupid
The weather's made me stupid
Whatever's made me stupid
Your love has made me stupid
Stupid

He has made me stupid
She has made me stupid
We have made me stupid
I have made me stupid

He has made me stupid
She has made me stupid
We have made me stupid
I have made me stupid

Get down
Stupid
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor
Stupid
I want you on the floor
Stupid
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor
I want you on the floor

The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
Tequila's made me stupid
The grass has made me stupid
Success has made me stupid
Stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
Forever's made me stupid
The weather's made me stupid
Whatever's made me stupid
Your love has made me stupid

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She's a creature in her birthday suit,
Dirty - preening, for a night's breeding,
He sees a stray beast in the mirror,
Hairy - shaving, to go out on the mating
Such a cool cat in his skintight jeans
Horny - sharking, "Hi, what are you drinking?"

I'm a hot b*tch with my catwalk sway,
Juicy - pouncing, "Hey! Are you dancing?"
With the wildlife oh we bump and grind,
Moving, shaking - watch me displaying,
In the undergrowth oh we grunt and grope,
Calling, panting - sweaty romancing

I'm an animal, you're an animal,
Animals, are you fit for the kill?

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Fear of an enemy a hand to a face words I overhear
Stop starting histories a code in a look what's that number?(What's that number)

Red light, panic terror(error,error)
I'll cut her from ear to ear
Blue funk, panic, terror(error,error)
I'll cut her I'll cut her I'll cut her
(I'll fuck her up)

Crazed by my make believe
a tongue down a throat
the grip on your arse
Tales that you tell to me a touch of your noise why did you stammer?
Red light, panic terror(error,Error)
I'll cut Ya from ear to ear
Blue funk, panic, terror(error,error)
I'll cut ya I'll cut ya I'll cut ya
(I'll fuck you up)

I'm your slave got to taste the tears(the tears the tears)
I'm your slave got to taste
I'm your slave got to taste the tears(the tears the tears)
I'm your slave got to taste

Red light, panic terror(error,error)
I'll cut ya I'll cut ya I'll cut ya

I'm your slave got to taste the tears(the tears the tears)
I'm your slave got to taste
I'm your slave got to taste the tears(the tears the tears)
I'm your slave got to taste

(error..)

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give me a proud look and your lying tongue
come on; sing your song
be my lust puppet let's burn long
come on; speak in wrongs
power is calling
I'm falling, I'm falling down
help me, I'm dirty
I'm dirty, I'm dirty, I'm dirty

I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a faithless world and I need saving
I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a messed up world and I've got cravings

I'd give my right hand for your bloodied gold
come on; sell my soul
be my boy prophet, don't get old
come on; dance on coals
glory is calling
I'm falling, I'm falling down
help me, I'm greedy
I'm greedy I'm greedy I'm greedy

I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a faithless world and I need saving
I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a messed up world and I've got cravings

our mothers our lovers our friends our brothers

Mother forgive me, for I have sinned. I want to be a good person but I have evil thoughts. I smashed my boyfriend's head against the wall and made him cry because he humiliated me and showed me up. I feel dirty. I feel dirty. (our mother, our father, our mother, our mother)

I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a faithless world and I need saving
I don't have a god
I don't have a church
it's a messed up world and I've got craving

. . .


Meet me at The Breakfast Club
It's on Skalitzer Strasse (eins, zwei, drei!)
You take coffee and with it water
Let's bike over to Pauline's place
It's in Görlitzer Park (eins, zwei, drei!)
I'll ride ahead with you posing after
(Wo kommen sie?)

I live in Berlin, I'm a European.
I live in Berlin! I'm a European!

(Ohh!)

Three Euros in for a swim on the Spree
It's off Puschkin Allee (eins, zwei, drei!)
S'cool to relax in the September summer
(Wo kommen sie?)
I found a bar where you can paint eggs
It's in Prenzlauer Berg
I drew a smoking and you sketched words
(Wo kommen sie?
Eins, zwei, drei!)

I live in Berlin, I'm a European.
I live in Berlin! I'm a European!

I live in Berlin. (I live in Berlin)
I'm a European. (I'm a European)
I live in Berlin! (I live in Berlin! I'm a European!)

I live in Berlin! I'm a European!
I live in Berlin! I'm a European!

. . .


Aimed at your cheek for a social kiss, but I missed, and I hit your lips,
You shook my hand as I held your gaze and I blinked, as you said my name.
I'm hit.
And you're it.
And I'm hit.
And you're it.

I frame your looks and I hit repeat, in the dark, you are my T.V
I touch myself, shower dirty talk, heavy breath, hot wear tug of war
I fix a chat and ignore your signs,
I clock your leave and we say goodbye,
and you laugh cuz I dropped my bike
I'm hit.
And you're it.
And I'm hit.
And you're it.

You suck my flesh and I gasp for air,
You crush my skin and a grab of hair,
because you weren't the sex in my head
and I'm hit, and you're it
I'm hit and you're it.
and I'm hit and you're it,
I'm hit and you're it,
I'm hit
and you're it!
and you're it!

. . .


Shake your head and bite your hand
On the floor for the crazy dance
Shake your head and bite your hand
Get ready for the crazy dance
On the floor, in your pants
Get ready for the crazy dance

Don't look at your watch 'cuz you ain't got the time
Do check you've lost your mind
Don't make any plans 'cuz we are up all night
We're up all night
You screw the white coats and howl up at the moon
We'll mash up looney tunes
Won't tap for a pulse, just freak into your moves

(Chorus)
Everybody's going crazy
Everybody's going crazy
You and me, oh baby
Everybody's going crazy
Everybody's going crazy
Everybody's going crazy
You and me, oh baby
Everybody's going crazy

Shake your head and bite your hand
On the floor for the crazy dance
Shake your head and bite your hand
Get ready for the crazy dance
On the floor, in your pants
Get ready for the crazy dance

Hands in

Do stray from your pack burn hands around the fire
Don't hiss like you're Mariah
Do suck up gas and laugh until you fly
We'll strip off our straits and wrestle in the lake
Smash mud make body paint
You foam at the mouth, I lick your frenzied face

(Chorus)

Tick tock, is everybody cuckoo? x7

(Chorus)

Everybody's going crazy
Everybody's going crazy
You and me, oh baby

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Was your hair cut by the council?
Two in one, Louise Brookes and Shirley Temple.
One Madonna glove and a jacket too tight.
Are you wearing your whole badge collection out tonight?

I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop! Don't copy me me me!

Like your busby, guess you saw the same on me,
Get out you want to pay me a royalty.
You can laugh but it looks much better on me,
What can one do? I'm always years too early

I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop! Don't copy me me me!

Heard you're learning drums too: Quelle suprise!
Guess you'll be checking out my fierce beats.
Three drummers in one band hmm, un peu de trop
Get back on your guitar or else go solo!

I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Stop!

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