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Insults Sweet Like Treacle
Insults sweet like treacle
Delicious bile
So vile
Heads right straight through my heart
And I feed off it
And through the jeers oh matey
Do I love you? Maybe?
I still laugh when tears fall out on cue
You seem to be fluent in Americanese
With your pointed tongue
You’ve trained it with ease
You better settle down and feed off it
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2. |
Please Turn it Up
03:23
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Please Turn it Up
Try to look farther
Than yourself
Be prepared you’re up for slaughter
As a piñata
More or less, act as foe
You’re guts for garters
To suggest weaknesses
Deflect from instances
Of sitting on hands
So mind your lip and be a man
Spewin’ palaver
Shed Your Skin
Break Your bones much to your chagrin
Fresh in your ardour
Best to guess, being blessed
Is so much harder
Be good to mammy dearest
Don’t be false but be true
You’ll never quite believe it
Till it happens to you
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Casual Cruelty
02:19
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Casual Cruelty
We can say if you want
It’s like a different language
Ad-libbed, critiqued on
To be safe when you taunt
Shave off the onus around it
Don’t be set upon
All the finest things in life involve
Just a little taste of casual cruelty
We can say if you want
It’s just building a narrative
It’s their fault who can’t
To be safe when you taunt
You must consider the angle
Vicious
Set the tone
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Instant Reaction
03:12
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Instant Reaction
Instant reaction
Oh oh oh
There’s no wind in these wings
Oh oh oh
I don’t know if I can win
Yes you can
Just need to start
We can only dream of such an instant reaction
Oh oh oh
I’m so lazy as sin
Oh oh oh
I don’t know if I can win
Yes you can
Just need to start
Again
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Honestly Subjective 'Bout Your Own Thing
It’s tough luck
You’ll never be enough
So worry ‘bout your own thing
Be honestly subjective ‘bout your own thing
So wish and pray
They’ll never say your name
Again it’s late
To them it’s just a game
So test
Don’t say, “It’ll happen all the same”
I hope they burn
It’d really make my day
You’ll never get to Heaven if you hang on to the blame
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6. |
Lovingly Legerdemain
02:14
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Lovingly Legerdemain
It’s so lovingly legerdemain for a start
Verbalising in caveats
Such gumption and tell-tale acts
Here’s my hands I do confess to you
Calculated tongue twister facts
Fluorescent silhouette spats
Biscuit tin finesse of space consumed
If you want some
Go ahead son
Try to get a word in edgeways
To think
To feel
Sentimental hot air with scraps
Gums flapping
Flipperty flap
Tricksy little movements aren’t so new
Checking brows
Furrowed clap trap
Borrowed syntax
Doffin’ y’cap
What’s behind your back, more déjà vu?
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7. |
Wow (Whatta Gurl)
02:45
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Wow (Whatta Gurl)
‘True love is blind’ is an utterance more or less said off the cuff
But you’re a 6 and half and I’m a seven lately
I’m dreaming that you give it to me
The lunar landing of 1969, they say is guff
But I know a surface that I’d rather crawl on
Baby
I’m dreaming that you give it to me
And you who just has everything
There’s always little me you seem to have missing
Wow
Whatta Gurl
Minute intentions of being a good human is hard enough
Pretty boys like I
Carry their heavy baggage greatly
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Depends On What You Think Is Nice
There won’t be a film based upon your own life
Not even in black and white
You can’t have sunshine all night
Hidey-boo intentions walk a fine line indeed
You are what you eat
You can’t have sunshine all night
Living your life through your fat ugly children,
Your living room spouse
As your dreams turn to nothing
Considering that is what you choose
So do you
What’s the point in just giving it away
Even if that’s all so true
It depends on what you think is nice
Ill fitting shoes lacerate your blue heels
Raw sweet flesh and skin congeal
You can’t have sunshine all night
Breathing in 9/4
Zit scarred shoulders in tact
Who’d make a fuss over that
You can’t have sunshine all night
Thinking out loud, all the sex is a hinderance
Their uniform style is met with indifference
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Be a Good Martyr!
03:32
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Be a Good Martyr!
Oh yes, be thick skinned
A joke’s a joke
Please weep like a good ‘un
It’s not a lie
If you gradually believe it
You can’t deny
It rather makes you look a tit
To find away in
No, don’t emote
I’m a borderline Jesus
Won’t you share my load
Like a modern day Christ
You can always kid a little
To get a rise
From the hordes that’s on the fiddle
Be the one who takes the masses on
They think they’ve won
When it’s only just begun
I’ll be the one who takes the bastards on
They think they’ve won
When it’s only just begun
We’ll rule like kings
Like good ol’ times
Cut the apron strings
To think’s a crime
1984
I ran my peepers through the pages
What good’s that for?
Catching up with all the papers
Such simple things
Bred foot for foot
Lacking age and religion
And truth in muck
To quantify
All the changes that they’re freeing
Oh, whilst they cry!
They’re all weasels dressed in linen
Be A Good Martyr
Minds are good for speaking just anything
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Settled With a Wink
02:36
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Settled With a Wink
You wear your hair on the side in June
I bet your humour is a shade of blue
I bet you’re everything to your mother and more
And with you I’d never care if I win or lose
Your left heel is slightly worn on your shoes
To live next door is my goal yes it’s true
I’d be your everything
Which you’d wish to ignore and then few
You’d live your life anyway you choose
To be closer than you think
To settled with a wink
You adorn your freckles close and fairly aloof
Line on one’s brow suggests born ‘82
Who’s your everything?
Can he carry a tune?
They do?!
Have they got time that you can abuse?
Limpid clear secrets don’t seem far from the truth
To wean yourself from praise is a fight I will lose
To be your everything
Something that you adore but refuse
To manifest quotations that your tongue use
To go outside
To lift one’s head
To miss your footsteps
Is a thing I’d dread
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I Love That Actually
03:15
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I Love That Actually
Does the world spin for you?
Recent events would provide a clue
I’ll spare you sympathy
Oh sacred sympathy
It’s not about the awards
It’s not about your beliefs
It’s not about all your wants
I love that actually
It’s not about those you love
It’s not about those we leave
It’s not quite what you deserve
I love that actually
Punching down
A sport that’s new
Lush and viscous
A table for 2
Do ya think people are listening?
Ha ha ha
Really listening?
Ha ha ha
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12. |
Silly Little Things
03:57
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Silly Little Things
Thus I’d concede
To lick one’s nosebleed
Just view those highs
Post haste I’d dream
To melt like ice cream
Just view those highs
From your blue skies
Who needs saving from the silly little things that we do
Gentle courtships
Hints of fat lips
With a plume of styes
Gelded weaklings
Feckless has beens
With a plume of styes
What’s not to love when she cries?
Who needs blaming for the silly little things that we do
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Cut of Your Jib
03:28
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Cut of Your Jib
You’ve arms like a thespian for which I’ll flutter my eyes
With a hint of lunacy I say, “At least I tried”
I like the cut of your jib
I’m like a bigger brother only just because of your age
It works in one way
Perhaps I like that you are beige
I like the cut of your jib
Bring your lovin’
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