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** ALBUM: Miscellaneous Police Lyrics **
INDEX:
A Sermon
Dead End Job
Fall Out
Flexible Strategies
Friends
Landlord
Low Life
Nothing Achieving
Shambell
Visions Of The Night
** SONG: A Sermon **
Words and music by Stewart Copeland
When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
But it ain't the end
It's only a trend
You have to unbend
'Cause it's only a trend
Don't lose all your friends
Don't make heroes end
When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate
'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite
You can ply your trade and push your crusade
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Traps are all laid for and honest crusade
Your old values will fade as you struggle to make
the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
(As you struggle to make the grade)
(You neededn't bother)
When you hit number four you're almost through the door
But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore
The telephone's sure, you know the score
But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse
When you reach number one you can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to
the bath,
To the wall like you've always planned
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse
(ad lib to fade)
** SONG: Dead End Job **
Words and music by The Police
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play
Don't wanna be no teacher
I don't wanna be no slave
I don't wanna work no assembly line
A' like my uncle Dave
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
All I wanna do is play
I just ain't got time to stay
But I ain't gonna run away
Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint
The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play
Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint
The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
All I wanna do is play
I ain't gonna run away
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
(ad lib to fade)
** SONG: Fall Out **
Words and music by Stewart Copeland
I never thought of leading
I've got my own machine
And I've paid my dues all along
All set for breaking
When I missed those other people
'Cause I knew that I was really alone
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
I saw my education
It was my indocrination
Just to be another parking machine
All my sense was breaking
When I missed those other people
'Cause I knew that I was not very clean
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out!
** SONG: Flexible Strategies **
Music by The Police
[It's an instrumental]
** SONG: Friends **
Words and music by Andy Summers
I likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it
I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it
Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll
taste
Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to
waste
Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I grok
your essence
I know your life was not in vain when digestion
is commencing
Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact
of friends
And I hope that you will dine on me when I come
to an end
(ah....)
Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation
But think of it as life renewed and not their
termination
"To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers
Death brings the highest act of love preserved for
one another
(ah....)
People say that what you are is only what you eat
And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then
that life's complete
To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme
Each one of us inside himself can appetise the dream
(ah....)
(to fade)
** SONG: Landlord **
Words and music by Sting and Stewart Copeland
I don't want to rent a house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Pyllosan
You're just a middle class middle aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Pyllosan
You're just a middle class middle aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
[ad lib to end]
** SONG: Low Life **
Words and music by Sting
Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town
Walk down the street and your head spins round
Don't be seen alone without your friends at night
Take a gun or a knife to the low life
Don't have to be born into this society
Pay for love but the hate comes free
Bring enough money for the rest of your life
Don't bring your wife to the low life
Bringing us there to their vocation
[? should be: the degredation]
Always keep your back to the wall
No rewards for your infatuation
Low life
No life at all
Yeah, low life, low life
In here to long to be afraid anymore
You can't reach the bed so you sleep on the floor
You get so stoned you think you could fly
But you won't get high on the low life
Low life....
(ad lib vocals to fade)
** SONG: Nothing Achieving **
Words and music by Stewart and Ian Copeland
My daddy's boots don't fit me
'Cause I'm bigger than him
He says I make him big now
I'm bigger than him
You see there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
You've locked the doors on your good living
And you told me to wait
You've got me backed into a corner
You're making me hate
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
[They say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving]
Throwing stones that are reeling
>From a reasonable light
You muscle in when I have a party
Ready to fight
I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
** SONG: Shambell **
Music by Andy Summers
[It's an instrumental, that's how the book spells it]
** SONG: Visions Of The Night **
Words and music by Sting
Gazed into the visions of the night
Seen the darkness fall
I've heard a mountain fall away from sight
Heard the thunder call
Seen the beast I call my father
Creature of the night
I feel the creeping darkness close
That electric light
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it
Gazed into the visions of the night
Seen the darkness fall
I've heard a mountain fall away from sight
Heard the thunder call
Seen the beast I call my father
Creature of the night
I feel the creeping darkness close
That electric light
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
I have gazed into the visions of night
I have gazed into the visions of night
Gazed into the visions of night
(etc. to fade)
Once Upon A Daydream
Released as a b-side
Words by Sting, music by Andy Summers
Once upon a daydream
I fell in love with you
Once upon a moonbeam
I gave that love to you
Once upon a lifetime
I knew it must be true
When the months had turned us
I'd have to marry you
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for tenderness
Once her daddy found out
He threw her to the floor
He killed her unborn baby
And kicked me from the door
Once upon a nightmare
I bought myself a gun
I blew her daddy's brains out
Now hell has just begun
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for sentiment
(Oh....)
Once upon a lifetime
A lifetime filled with tears
The boy would pay for his crime
With all his natural years
Once upon a daydream
He'd make you his someday
Once upon a moonbeam
He'd dream his life away
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for miracles
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a day...
Dream
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