Beetlebum

Beetlebum what you done

She's a gun now what you done

Beetlebum

Get nothing done

You beetlebum

Just get numb

Now what yo done,

Beetlebum

And when she lets me slip away

She turns me on

And all my violence's gone

Nothing is wrong

She turns me on

I just slip away and

Now I'm gone

Beetlebum

Because you're young

She's a gun

Beetlebum

She'll suck your thumb

She'll make you come

Cos she's your gun

Now what you've done

Beetlebum

He's on it

Song 2

I got my hair checked

By a jumbo jet

It wasn't easy

But nothing is,no

Woohoo

When I feel heavy metal

And I'm pins and needles

Well I lie and I'm easy

All the time but I'm

Never sure why I need you

Pleased I need you

I got my haid done

When I was young

It's not my problem

It's not my problem

Country Sad Ballad Man

Yeah I found no where

It got to know me

Let me sleep all day

Spent my money

I haven't felt my legs

Since the summer

And I dont call my friends

Forgot their numbers

VIP 223

Had my chances

And they have me

Now stay up nights

Watch TV

I'm a country sad

I'm a ballad man

I'm on the come back road

Yeah I'm a blizzard

And in my motor home

Sweat on my pillow

M.O.R.

It's automatic

Need to upload

Under the pressure

Gone middle of the road

Fall into fashion

Fall out again

We sick together

Cos it never ends

Here comes a low

I'm a boy and you're a girl

Here comes a high

The only ones in the world

Here comes everything

You and me

We'll work it out

Here it comes

You,me we'll work it out

Here comes tomorrow

1 2 3 episodes

We stick together

Go middle of the road

Cos that's entertainment

It's the sound of the wheel

It rolls on forever

You know how it feels

Here comes a low

I'm a boy and you're a girl

Here comes a high

The only ones in the world

Here comes everything

We're like monkeys out in space

Here it comes

You,me we'll work it out

It's automatic

Need to unload

Under the pressure

Go middle of the road

On Your Own

Holy man tiptoed his way

Across the Gangers

The sound of magic music

In his ears

Videoed by a bus load of tourists

Shiny shellsuits on and

Drinking lemonade

Now I got a funny feeling

Which I bought mailorder

From a man in a teepee in California

Said he once was that great

Game show performer

Then he blew all his money away

Blew it all away

So take me home

Dont leave me alone

I'm not that good

But I'm not that bad

No psycho killer

Hooligan guerilla

I dream to riot

You should try it

I'll eat parole

Get gold card soul

My joy of life is on a roll

We'll all be the same in the end

Then you're on your own

Well we all go happy day glow in the discos

The sound of magic music in our brains

Someone stumbles to the bathroom

With the horrors

Says lord give me time

For I've jumped into space

I'm in outer space

You're So Great

Sad drunk and poorly

Sleep in really late

Sad drunk and poorly

Not feeling so great

Wandering lost in a town

Full of frowns

Sad drunk and poorly

Dogs digging up the ground

And I feel the light

In the night and in the day

And I feel the light

When the sky's just mud and grey

And I feel the light

When you tell me it's OK

Cos you're so great and I love you

Tea tea and coffee

Helps to start the day

Tea tea and coffee

Shaking all the way

City's alive,a suprise

So am I

Tea tea and coffee

Get no sleep today

Death Of A Party

The death of the party

Came as no suprise

Why did we bother

Should have stayed away

Another night

And I though well well

Go to another party

And hang myself

Gently on the shelf

The death of the teenager

Standing on his own

Why did he bother

Should have slept alone

Chinese bombs

He makes an inner arm block

Then kicks from behind

The lights they go off

But he can fight blind

Cos he's got the touch

But he wont live long

He comes from Hong Kong

Where justice is done

Chinese bombs

Millions jump

Chairman's junk,usa

Wont somebody

Sink this place?

Got a cab to go to Soho

The dragon said go

Let everyone know

That you got the touch

You come from Hong Kong

Where justice is done

Where people are strong

But you wont live long

Chinese bombs

Millions jump

Chairman's junk to Hong Kong

Bruce Lee come,save the day

Bruce Lee,come the Chinese way

I'm Just A Killer For Your Love

I heard a man who had no lungs

He took me in and made me lunch

Told me how I'd lost a friend

You smiled at me it was the end

And I said

I'm just a killer for your love

Cut my hair off in the road

I take my coat off, drop my load

Wipe my hands on the grass

Cos now I know nothing ever lasts

Look Inside America

Good morning lethargy

Drink pepsi,it's good for energy

The bath's on,smoke in the bedroom

Sore throat and on my neck a nasty bruise

Where it came from

Well I dont know

We played last night Got to play a second rate chat show

A nationwide deal so we gotta go

Chuck from the company

Says it'll be alright,got an ad on KROQ

And there's an in-store tonight

Well I built things up

Never let them go

Got to get time share on the radio

Look inside america

She's alright,she's alright

Sitting out in distance

But I'm not trying to make her mine

Looking for america

With it's cooky nights

And it's suicides

TV says it's alright

Cos everybody's hung up

On something or other

Stepping off in twenty

So the driver says

I should sleep tonight

But I think I'll watch video instead

Annie Hall leaves N.Y. in the end

Press rewind and Woody gets her back

The whole world

Could have passed through me

I dont know that it means much to me

Moving On

At the music heist

I met the gourmet man

With aluminium lungs

Sucks out all he can

He sees the whole world goes flip

In a stunt bug style

Cos he's a parasite

With a cellulite pile

But he can smile

Cos this is the music

Movin on, we're movin on

Sticky eyes and sticky bones

You get no time on your own

You get a dose and a ghost

You get it coast to coast

Now you dye your hair black

Get satan tatooed on your back

You pierce yourself with a coke can

And rub yourself with fake tan

Now you're in a band

This is the music

Movin on,movin on

No matter how low

There's always further to go

When you're movin on

Wont be long before we're gone

Essex Dogs

I remember thinking murder in the car

Watching dogs somersault

Through sprinklers on tiny lawns

I remember the graffity

We're your children

Coming in with spray cans of paint

I remember the sunsets

And the plains of cement

And the way the night just seemed

To turn the color of orangeade

In this town,cellular phones are hot with teens

In this town,we all go to terminal pubs

It helps us sweat out those angry bits of life

In this town,The English Army grind

Their teeth into glass

You know you'll get a kicking tonight

The smell of puke and piss

The smell of puke and piss

On your stilettos

Here comes that panic attack

My heart stops and then it starts

Give me a drink I'll drink your round

I take you round the pole

It's cold up here

You'll catch the flu

Or you'll catch the city

Either way you'll catch the flu

Or you'll catch the city

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