1. |
Worn Once
03:31
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Shattered streets, shattered town
Boarded up, shuttered down
Bad loans, broken homes
Then a phoenix arises
Pouring scorn on the crisis
There’s credit
We’re ready, let’s jump
But the things you rely on
Aren’t like clothes you just try on
Then dispose of
Worn once
Shattered dreams, shattered lives
Easily satisfied
If you believe the publicity
An instant high is all you need
You can spend without thinking
But the ship is still sinking
And you know when it comes to the crunch
That the things you rely on
Aren’t like clothes you just try on
Then dispose of
Worn once
Cold calls, store wars
They’ll give you something for nothing
Best buys, star prize
But the lower the prices
The more compromises
You can’t shrug off
Worn once
These throwaway values
They will hold you
Then have you
Disposed of
Worn once
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2. |
True Believers
03:55
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Out of town where there’s nothing around
Except white puffy clouds
We live on farms, no burglar alarms
Just the sheep, pigs and cows
Forget the losers, we’re the producers
And God speeds the plough
Unlike the rest we know we know best
And you’ll never change us now, no
We’re the true believers, we’re the true believers
There’s a gulf between us
And you’ll never reach us
And the dinosaurs, they roam
But the kids are safe at home
And you’ll never change that, no
Up in the hills with the suicide pills
We sing round the village pump
Enforce the lesson with a rack full of weapons
And an ammunition dump
Versatile, fertile, give us some dirt
And we’ll make the green fields grow
The next generation is ready and waiting
And you’ll never change that, no, no
We’re the true believers, we’re the true believers
There’s a world between us
Where temptation leads us
We have no desire to go
Because we walk a narrow road
And you’ll never change that, no
Though we’re carved from the same flesh
We turned out so different
Now the beaten and the bruised, the morally confused
They’re queuing up to invest
As we upset the balance between God and Mammon
And advance our own interests, yes
We’re the true believers, we’re the true believers
There’s a gulf between us
And you’ll never reach us
And the dinosaurs, they roam
But the kids are safe at home
And you’ll never change that, no
We’re the true believers
There’s a war between us
For a thousand reasons
Like the oil and guns and gold
And the seeds that can’t be sold
By your local farmers, no
We’re the true believers
And you’ll never change us, no
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3. |
Probably
03:22
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All night spent at the circus
At the end you still have to bow down before the clowns
Even though the mean streets have been purged
And we laugh at danger now
Stick around
Who let the lions out of their cages?
Like laughter, fear is contagious
Probably - we’re probably as safe as we’ll ever be
Because the world is wild and free
And there is no certainty
So probably you’re better off taking a ride with me
At least it breaks the monotony
Probably
I heard a joke that my guardian angels
Are really total strangers who track my moves
Every aberration is frowned on
The searchlight shines down
On those who choose to break the rules
Well, some of us make ’em, some of us break ’em
Excuse me, but if I’m not mistaken
Probably - we’re probably as safe as we’ll ever be
Because the world is wild and free
And there is no certainty
So probably you’re better off taking a ride with me
At least it breaks the monotony
Probably
Even though we’re bored and sedated
There’s a chance we could get creative
There’s a chance we’ll rise up and look down
Upon the clowns
Ever since I joined that trapeze act
My feet haven’t touched the ground
And now probably – we’re probably as safe as we’ll ever be
Because the world is wild and free
And there is no certainty
And probably - there’s probably more than the eye can see
To this state of security
Probably
And probably they’re exploiting our vulnerability
And our need for stability
To force us into compliancy
So probably you’re better off taking a ride with me
To an unknown destiny
At least it breaks the monotony
Probably
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4. |
Complaints Dept.
04:01
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This circular came through my door
It was square
So I complained
I followed the sign marked “nowhere”
But never got there
I complained
My red rose tattoo turned blue
I didn’t know what to do
Or who to blame
So I called up you
And I complained
And I know that dreams come true
Later, later
And the sun comes shining through
Later, later
But when the big parade
Turned the other way
I complained
I couldn’t get fit, I didn’t fit
And I felt like shit
So I complained
My rose-tinted lenses became overlaid
With visions of horror and pain
I complained
My burning questions fizzled out
Like cigarettes in the rain
I didn’t know what to do
Or who to blame
So I called up you
And I complained
And I know that dreams come true
Later, later
And the sun comes shining through
Later, later
But when the bailiffs came
On my holiday
I complained
I compromised and complied
But relations stayed strained
I complained
I watched the whole thing
But after sixty minutes
The mystery remained unexplained
I complained
I rang the emergency services
But they didn’t know what to do
Or who to blame
And said they didn’t rate my case
As an emergency anyway
So I put the phone down on them
And I called up you
And I complained
And I know that dreams come true
Later, later
And the sun comes shining through
Later, later
But when I returned to find
An empty space
Where my bicycle had been chained…
I complained
Yes, I know that dreams come true
Later, later
And the sun comes shining through
Later, later
But there are still dark days
When I lose my way
Slow down
Sit around
And complain
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5. |
Man Down
03:19
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MAN DOWN
I heard there was a time before my time
When there was no crime
No slums or tower blocks
Everyone left their doors unlocked
Now I look around and all I see
Is a vision of brutality
Where justice is lost in the edit
Truth’s gone as fast as they can shred it
And oh, if you’re down on your luck
Oh no, they’ll never notice you
Everybody’s looking up
They’ll never notice you
Man down in Martinho, man down!
While all the rest of them were just standing around
Man down in Martinho, man down!
I was swallowed by traffic, no place to turn around
No one’s slowing down ‘cause that’s a lot to ask
When your throat stings and your stomach churns
And the roads are choked with cars
All making last-minute turns
You can ask - they never answer
Where would they start?
Which piece do you pick up first
When the whole world’s falling apart?
And oh no, in a concrete shanty town
Oh no, they’ll never pick you up
Everybody walks around
They’ll never pick you up
You can ask - they never answer
At least, not the truth, you think they do
But oh no, when you’re down on your luck
Oh no, they never notice you
They’re too busy cleaning up
They never notice you
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6. |
Us & Them
04:20
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Go get a life
Or a job in the mall
Trading orders up
Wiping the tables down
At Shopper’s Rest
Where the customer is right
To treat you like a slave
Who’s paying anyway?
You think, why is this happening?
Why the breakdown in communication
Between us and them?
Greet them with a smile
Show them the way
Compliment them on
The choice they think they made
Hand back the credit card
Pack their luxuries away
The firm likes your loyalty
Next customer please!
You think, why is this happening?
Why the breakdown in communication
Between us and them?
They’re just more work for you
You’re nothing to them
They’re just money passing through
You to the management
This is not a life
It’s a marketing trick
Devised by businessmen
And psychologists
Down at Shopper’s Rest
Where the customer is fleeced
You spout the formula
They don’t know or care
You think, why is this happening?
Why the breakdown in communication
Between us and them?
What’s so wrong with some communication
Between us and them?
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7. |
Deactivate Autoslave
03:41
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I walked into battle
And I knew my cause was just
I still felt like a hero
As I dropped down in the dust
But as the lies grew bigger
Something tripped my trigger
And a conflict arose
That I could not resolve
Even though we’re fine
Upstanding and strong
Most of us don’t even know
Which side we’re supposed to be on
Deactivate autoslave
Let them hear what you’ve got to say
Don’t wait one more day
Deactivate autoslave
And walk away
I walked like a winner
With a blindfold round my head
My hands tied behind me
And my jackboots filled with lead
Set to automatic
And attracting the static
And relinquishing hold
Of what I could not control
Even though we’re bold
Bombastic and strong
Most of us don’t even know
Which side we’re supposed to be on
Deactivate autoslave
Let them hear what you’ve got to say
Don’t wait one more day
Deactivate autoslave
And walk away
We’ll do anything to fit in
And to feel we belong
But most of us don’t even know
Which side we’re supposed to be on
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8. |
Headhunters
03:55
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Here’s something that will spoil your day
You will never win
This trophy is a live grenade
You just pulled my pin
I’ve had enough of you snapping at my heels
I’m hurting now
But I will heal
Hey, all you headhunters
I’m with the beasts
Just waiting for release
None of you headhunters
Can hold me
One day I will escape
And I will be what I want to be
You wanted something wild and strong
Locked inside your cage
Someone to force your will upon
Someone you could tame
And so you got me hanging on display
I look harmless now
But I’m not safe
Hey, all you headhunters
I’m with the beasts
Just waiting for release
None of you headhunters
Can hold me
One day I will escape
And I will be what I want to be
I could end up breaking out of your zoo
Burning down your slaughterhouse
And coming after you
Hey, all you headhunters
I’m with the beasts
Just waiting for release
Hey, all you headhunters
I’ve been asleep
But one day I will awake
And I will be what I’m born to be
A headhunter
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9. |
A Trouble To Yourself
03:17
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Outside satisfied
Isolated inside
Sitting on the sidelines
Losing control of your life
And you want to be somebody else
Trophy bride
To the network tied
You’ve been living in a pop-up paradise
They’ve been pushing all your buttons
You’ve been ringing their bells
You’re a trouble, a trouble
A trouble to yourself
You’re a trouble, a trouble to yourself
You’re a trouble, a trouble
No one else can help
You are a trouble, a trouble to yourself
So life streams on
Like an irritating song
That plays automatically
Every time you log on
Until you can’t hear anything else
The kids are In fat camp
Hubby got a wheel clamp
All the ironing, cleaning and the tidying
Left you like the dishes
Washed up and on the shelf
When you count your mistakes
No direction you take
Makes sense
It’s a world full of fakes
That you can’t medicate against
Hanging on a meat hook
Don’t recognise your own facebook
Scrolling through pages and pages
And pages
But never get to yourself
You went from rapture
To the shock of capture
The outfit’s a uniform
Time’s rushing at you
You can message all your friends
But none of them are coming to help
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10. |
Dawning Of False Hopes
03:36
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Someone show me a sign
That I’m on the right road
And haven’t spent half my life in darkness
The rest with one eye closed
Give me some light
So I can see what I write
Distract the boss
I’ll climb down off this cross
Through the garden I’ll stroll
Far away from my foes
But you know how it goes
You lean in to the rose…
Slammed into by a cannonball
Smashed up against the wall
It could have been so wonderful
Goodness knows
The dawning of false hopes
Yes, you know how it goes
It ebbs and it flows
But the odds on your survival
Are more than you dare hope
I could not find my use
In this sea of abuse
Where a lifeline’s a noose
Then the truth cut me loose!
And I swam for the shore
With the wind at my back
And the tide on my side
There was no shark attack
And the crowd cheered me on
As I crawled up the beach
Then I got to my knees
And I started my speech…
Slammed into by a cannonball
Smashed up against the wall
It could have been so wonderful
Goodness knows
The dawning of false hopes
It could have been so wonderful
Then the sun rose
On the dawning of false hopes
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11. |
Coming In To Land
04:37
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The edge of a revolution
That’s exactly where we stand
And though we could seize the moment
We aspire to wear the brand
And we take our place in a profane state
With the common herd, the beautiful and damned
I’ve had enough of this grey sky thinking
I’m coming in to land
Crippled by indecision
The chance slips from our hands
I put in a call for guidance
But the frequency was jammed
Feel like I lost my way in a bad screenplay
The jokes are old and the laughter’s only canned
I’ve been circling round for too long now
I’m coming in to land
So we head for annihilation
And the route’s already planned
It’s a lesson in subjugation
But the malls are always crammed
I drift up here in this atmosphere
So thin that I can barely even stand
I’ll be leaving this lazy orbit soon
I’m coming in to land
Clear the runway
I’m coming in to land
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12. |
No Message Please
02:28
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Unbelievable
Still we believe it
Impossible to withstand
Still we stand for it
What if your guru lied
Everything dies
And you’re left here alone
In that ridiculous disguise
No message please
Let me stay outside and freeze
No message please
I’d rather some obscure disease
No message please
Unacceptable
Still we accept it
Impossible to sustain
But we don’t complain about it
What if your guru lied
And won’t be waiting on the other side
It’s a fine line between seeing straight
And being taken for a ride
No message please
I’m already on my knees
No message please
Simply entertain and tease
No message please
It’s a steep and narrow way
And these twenty-five hour days
Leave no time to turn around
And find out how things got this way
No message please
That’s the last thing that I need
No message please
Go on, just put me at my ease
No message please
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