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Woolworth beauty
Factory beau
Arm in arm
They must go
To the church of dance with the light on low
Meccanic dancing oh we go
Can't wait until the weekend comes
I want to be with all my chums
Alcohol is an easy key
Helps you unwind
And dance with me
To a disco trot from Germany
I'm standing in front of this girl
I'm under a fluorescent light
I've had a few beers inside me
I feel like a giant tonight
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Battery brides, ha ha have you ever tried
To break out of your waiting room
And find yourself a waiting groom
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
She left school with a million others
And worked in a store part time
She dreams of a husband and a lover
Doesn't realise she's on the production line of ...
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What makes you wander far
Don't know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
I'll go out tonight
Cause it's Buzzcity talking
it's Buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If I'm not back, leave the door ajar
It's Buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when it's
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! Oh! Oh!
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Across a crowded room
I first set eyes on you
My vision was impaired
Obstructed out of view
By those - faces in a crowded room
them - bodies in a crowded room
their - breathing in a crowded room
and their - pushing me out
down the fire escape
In the crowded room I won't touch too much
I felt the punch of a punch
The language was enough
To send me running etc.
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He makes a beeline for the place
Where he gets his only ace
Sometimes he's standing in the rain
Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane
He has the Rhythm in his head
He has the Rhythm, sing!
It's chaotic at the bar
B & O those sweaty drops
We are all mesmorized
To the thing we have inside
Inside, outside, eastside, West
We kill the beast
Yourside, myside, worlds collide, yes
We kill the beast
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You better watch your tape boys
It's the tint that angers the beast
Got their sails in the sunset
they've already got the east
Red red red
Don't you let them make you
Don't let them make you see ... red
You better watch your lead boys
it's already in your veins
Did you ever see the colour
iron turns when it rains
It's not a gross infatuation
It's not a fear, it's not a crush
It's not any special nation
But even now they make me blush
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B E A T O W N
I spoke to your boss this morning
He asked why you weren't home?
I said sir they left without warning
You won't even get them on the telephone
They're in Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to
Beatown, beatown
I spoke to your owner this lunchtime
He asked why you weren't home?
I said they thought it was hunchtime
You won't even see them standing on their own
Beatown, it's a capital city and all roads lead to
Beatown, beatown
He says he wants his money back sir
He says you're all communists sir
I said they beat you fair and square sir
They use the head, and not the fist
Beatown, beatown
B E A T O W N
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Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo
But what I got is the hottest spot
And it's away from you
Everybody says something
Truth lies or both
But dear all your hot air
Don't encourage my growth
Do you wonder why I look so fresh
Do you wonder why I look so tall
Do you wonder why you'll never ever move me
Life is good in the greenhouse
Rather be a plant than be your Mickey Mouse
Life is good in the greenhouse
Everybody eats something
But you won't eat me
You won't get me on your plate
Or have me over for tea
Everybody lives somewhere
Mud hut or igloo
But what I got is the hottest spot
And it's away from you
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J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free
J.U.M.P.I.N.G. jumping in Gomorrah, I'm religion free
Bring your horn of plenty
Gold calves, if you got 'em
We'll get stuck in history
All aboard for Sodom,
Bring your burning bush,
Harlots if you're able
We'll get stuck in history
Next stop tower of Babel
J.U.M.P.I.N.G.
All aboard for Sodom
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I dunno wot she got
I dunno wot she got
I dunno what she got but it seems to have a grip upon me
No telling where she learn the things she do to me
And I don't know what she done wrong but I want to hurt her
(wanna) take it out on her
Take it out on her
Take it out on her
With my weapon
She's so exacting that she tells me when I go wrong
She doesn't value the attention she receives
She says I'm taking all the time but I'm not returning
(that's right)
'Do this' but she won't do that
Lying beside me like a parcel of fat
Hot love - cold sweat - feel her beneath me wanna crush her to death
She tries to justify the people who despise me
She puts her finger on things she knows will hurt
And I can't defend myself till we turn the lights off then
I dunno wot she got - my weapon
My stinking weapon
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In the car park
In the lamplight
Go for a walk
Clock him shiv-fight
Sodium-a-shine on
All the faces white now
And he got his Docs on
Bottle out all right now
As you might say
Him super-tuff
In the corner
In the cold rain
Sting like iodine
In my brain
Fist you til you fall down
Hit him back make him mad
Really hard. Really fast
Have you ever been had?
('Cos he's having you now)
Super-tuff
But also tender
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I am the audience
There's no doubt, no consequence
I could make the morning papers
If I use my capers
Let's be the Audience
I might lose my patience
Polite applause excepted
To the ones selected, as the audience...
Oh I ... am the audience
No doubt, no consequence
Cause I'm the Audience
Let's be the audience
I might lose my patience
Polite applause excepted
To the ones selected
I am the audience
Breakdown the pretence
No longer be silent
Let's turn to violence
I am the Audience
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