Shhh (1992) 01-Shhh Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. Just when you figured it out someone lets you down. Who'll make all the wrong decisions when the judge is up for trial? No-one has the cure for all our daily hurts - least of all this rock & roll, its wannabe Christs all dead and dying. Truth, get stomach and wings! Mama Cass carrion crow! Pecking at the tongue of a still warm body: shut your mouth; or laugh out loud! Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. For a few brief words and a few short lines I was taken to the Colisseum, fed to the lions. And lions aren't the type you can really love enough, but you can turn 'em into rugs! "Ow mate, can you spare some change?" Too much ... are you down on your fashion, or down on your luck? Sometimes questions never get dropped: Hey Mick, are you dancing? "I never stopped!" Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. L.A.U.G.H.I.N.G. - laughing. 02-Big Mouth Strikes Again I caught you with your head down the toilet as you were gulping up dirty words, And then later dressed in suit and tie, whilst playing to the laughing crowd, You were gargling, spitting, fingers down y 19219b16t our throat - making yourself so sick. Vomiting the words that you sucked and slurped all over the cops at the back! Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... MC Fusion: censored! "To" is a preposition. "Come" is a verb. "To come" is the verb intransitive; to come - to come. Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come, come, come good? Good! Don't come in me, don't come in me ... Don't come in me, me, me, me, me ... Don't come in me, don't come in me ... it takes technique to thrill me! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come? Did you come good? Good! Did you come, come, come, come, come good? Good! Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... (the words for which Lenny Bruce was arrested) Stepford husbands, Stepford wives; With longer scissors, sharper knives. So sugar sweet, they spend their time As censors, working overtime. This good-good culture - (bullshit, motherfucker, bullshit) Welcome Christ, judges, Lone Ranger, (bullshit, motherfucker, bullshit) Padres, pastors, popes, priests, (bullshit, motherfucker, bullshit) Critics, comics, you, me! (bullshit, motherfucker, bullshit) Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again ... Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth strikes again! 03-Nothing That's New Same seven notes and some slag poet's quotes: Stick them together with glue; You can mix a fine cocktail from memories, And pretend what you're drinking is new. But there's nothing that's new under heaven - There's nothing that hasn't been done. Pour me another double cliche; You can't write a song that's never been sung. You can't write a song that's never been sung. Everyone's stealing from someone, Burglars get burgled as well. There's nothing that's new under heaven; There's nothing unique over hell. Though there's nothing that's new under heaven - There's nothing that hasn't been done. Pour me another double cliche; You can't write a song that's never been sung. You can't write a song that's never been sung. You can't write a song that's never been sung. 04-Behave! Five fingers holding four wise angels; Little heads float by on clouds of goodness. They're playing voodoo with their Kylie doll - sing it right or don't sing it at all. 05-Snip Snip Snip Well Madam how'd you like it, maybe plenty off the back? I heard the Coiners took the snippers to the Union, Jack, With a snipper and a clipper and a bloody close shave Making fivers, tenners, twenties, change. What's your size? What's the hours? No, you don't need the hassle - Take the new short cut to the old clippy castle With the ramblers and the scramblers and the Loiners and the Tykes And the punks and the hippies living over by the Pike. Pick a coin, any coin, and with a snip snip snip You turn a Portuguese guinea into a threepenny bit; And every last watermark just curled up and died And now the king and queen got a bit on the side. Don't be bloody silly - keep away from Bloody Billy 'cause he's shopping all the chopping going down along the valley, And supergrassing catches like a plague, to be sure: But it's nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure. Please to put a penny in the old man's hat, Then roll 'em over! Roll 'em over! Lay 'em out flat! Just deliver us kicking from our pokes and our sacks To the hills of Hebden, Hell, and Halifax. And the next bugger blabs is the next bugger dies - Got a flame for your pants and a poker for your eyes ... Where every hot guinea is another hot dinner With the weavers and the spinners, and the reverends and the sinners. 06-Look! No Strings! Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! High above the streets and houses Mrs. Meta Battle With one hand on the valium and one hand on the bottle. Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high, Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering across the sky. Have your fun whilst you're alive ... You won't get nothing when you die. Have a good time all the time Because you won't get nothing when you die. Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! Gobsmacked, William Shatnered, Meta does a double-take: Come on Baby, do the camera shake! Half-expecting from the aisle a certain Mr Beadle Watching you, watching us, watching Mrs Meta Battle. Have your fun whilst you're alive ... You won't get nothing when you die. Have a good time all the time Because you won't get nothing when you die. Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! (Can you see what it is yet?) (Can you see what it is yet?) (Can you see what it is yet?) (Can you see what it is yet?) (Can you see what it is yet?) (Can you see what it is yet?) Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! Meta Battle shot her Lord and watched him tumble down; And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town. And who knows? that Jesus on the church near your house May well be the original - kiss it as you pass! Have your fun whilst you're alive ... You won't get nothing when you die. Have a good time all the time Because you won't get nothing when you die. Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! Have your fun whilst you're alive ... You won't get nothing when you die. Have a good time all the time Because you won't get nothing when you die. Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! Have your fun whilst you're alive ... You won't get nothing when you die. Have a good time all the time Because you won't get nothing when you die. Look, no strings: just paper-glue and card; Hark the angels sing: paste the Lord! (repeat) 07-Happiness Is Just A Chant Away I'm having a wonderful time Drunk on communion wine; One sin over the seven, Sick all over the stairway to heaven. Bullshit, bullshit, priests without a pulpit - shake shake shake your blessed bells. (Ding dong! Heaven calling!) Buzz buzz buzz ... haircut sir? You put your whole self in, your whole self out - in out in out, shake it all about With a pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs, You're great, I'm great, everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Happiness is just a chant away ... Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! (repeat) Happiness is just a chant away ... Happiness is just a chant away ... Happiness is just a chant away ... Georgie got the needle and Georgie got a hit - Georgie got religion and a saviour on a stick. A thousand Georgies all posing in a field - Which are false and which are real? You put your whole self in, your whole self out - in out in out, what's it all about? Pop song, pop song, smothering love bombs, You're great, I'm great, everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! Happiness is just a chant away ... Everybody's great, e-e-e-everybody's great! (repeat) Happiness is just a chant away ... Happiness is just a chant away ... Happiness is just a chant away ... I'm having a wonderful time Drunk on communion wine; One sin over the seven, Sick all over the stairway to heaven. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Everybody got a good deal, Everybody got a guru, Everybody got a love bomb, Everybody got a hit song. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Everybody got a good deal, Everybody got a guru, Everybody got a love bomb, Everybody got a hit song. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts Roberts, Harry Harry. 08-Pop Star Kidnap A phonebox rendezvous, Don't whisper a word. Half a million by Monday - Or Roger Waters gets it! "My little baby! They cut off his ear!" Half a million by Tuesday, then - Don't whisper a word ... 09-Sometimes Plunder Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock; she got twenty on tick and she smoked the bloody lot. The fridge was bare, the dog was bones: Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls. Mary, Mary, she went up the wall And she kissed bye bye to the holiest Joe: Played the wild rover and climbed on board, Says, "It's all that the Lady of the Manor can afford." You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder ... You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder ... Meet Ms Morrissey, fingers light, She lifted up his hat and he wept all night; She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines - The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine! Candid camera on every bloody wall - All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all. Fill those pockets and lift that grail; Lead me into temptation, girls! You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder ... You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder ... Everything I do, I do it for you. Everything I do is driven by you. Driven by you? You don't have a clue ... I make your songs better and you always try to sue! Money, money, money - it's gone to your head. I sample too much and you say "the music's dead". Dead? Huh! You're the one that's dead - Lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head. Take That, Minogue, all those sort of rogues Making lots of money for those scheming little toads. Then you come to us and say we made the music worse; Look at the Beatles and Stones - who made their music first? All the threes and all the queen bees Singing "does the driver want a wee wee?" Wicked ladies, malicious intent: "But your honour, I was only trying to pick it up for lent." Does the driver want a wee wee? Does the driver want a wee wee? Does the driver want a wee wee? 'Cause we want a wee wee too! Why waste change? Why change the habit? If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it. Easiest pickings, wall to wall, In England's piped ceramic malls. By the Dickens! And the devil's daughter - Bingo! Full house! Everyone's a winner! The lady works in mysterious ways: All because the lady loves Christmas every day ... You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder. You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder. You can make a living sometimes plundering. You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder. (repeat) 10-You Can't Trust Anyone Nowadays You can't trust anyone nowadays. You can't trust anyone nowadays. You can't trust anyone nowadays. You can't trust anyone nowadays. I'm not so brave and I'm not too crazy, And I'd rather be a coward than pushing up daisies. Never rocked the boat. Never tipped the scales. Never got off the fence. Never had that much to say ... So when I get a leather glove across my face, I say "Yes sir, no sir, whatever you say sir." And when the Nazis stop me, shouting "Get out your pass book!" I say "Yes sir, yes sir" - I don't trust to luck. Who'd Adam and Eve it? They're rationing clothes; And where they find a molehill a mountain grows. So please, no pictures! 'Cause the snap you took - They'll take it as a sign, Jesus H Christ! Just my luck! You can't trust anyone nowadays. You can't trust anyone nowadays. I'd stay at home and sit it out, But in a dirty world you need a launderette. Two short minutes, I look the other way - Some bastard robbed me blind! You can't trust anyone nowadays. 11-Stitch That
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