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Acunamanacana
02:43
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Fat Pig
03:48
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Oh the rain don’t fall underneath the ground.
If the heart should fail the world will still go round.
Take a little trip to the next one,
Bury me in sight of the Cusack Stand
And it’ll be ok baby, ok in the end
As the teeth grow long, as the body breaks,
As the the mind grows soft, reason starts to shake.
Sing a little song of the next one,
See the setting sun for the final time
And it’ll be ok baby
Ok by and by
And down we go,
Down into the underground.
Singing all the marching songs,
Singing all the girls we never had to leave behind.
Der würm vortet hungrich
Sein aschiger falle
Leb wohl altes würmchen
Du krieg uns ja alle
Lah di dah di dum, lah di dy do x2
After all
The doctor bills and guilty chills and raging at St. Jude
And all of the neighbours said his heart was not that strong
Fat pig wasn’t seen outside since Christmas time of 1981.
And the kids sing “There he goes”
Slipping out of memory too soon.
There is nothing left to say about him
Bu he was a fat pig, fat pig.
Bear him on down and the kids around there say
That’s where fat pig used to stay.
(Our friend Nicky Redmond wrote the German lyrics in this, and did an amazing job complete with references to "Faust" ... but we lost where we wrote them down and only half-remembered them so they probably don't make any sense at all. Sorry!)
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Boys and Girls
03:20
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Boys and girls come out to play
The moon is shining bright as day
Leave your supper and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Back to Baja California, gonna get a gun
Take it back to Enniscorthy, gonna have some fun
And have it all night long, yeah
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Rivethead
04:11
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Oh mister please stop intruding in my dreams.
You got me afraid I’ll be turning into steam.
Your long-fingered shadows creeping round my head
Follow me into my bed.
Pin me down, don’t let me stray.
Time me up, don’t let me slip away.
You distort all my intentions and infiltrate my friends,
Drain off all my sweetness and squander it, and then ...
Oh please overlook me. Your grasping greedy hands
Drag at my heart like iron bands.
Pin me down, don’t let me stray.
Time me up, don’t let me slip away.
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Gillette Man
02:40
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Oh Gillette Man -
Your chin is so smooth
There's no way
That the girls can resist you.
You hair it shines.
Your teeth are so white,
Their gleaming and glowing
It lights up the night.
Your chest has got just the right amount of hair
With fine big muscles built up there.
Your shoulders are broad.
Your nose is just right.
All the girls reckon
You're just as cool as ice.
And so do I.
Oh I wanna be like Gillette Man.
Gillette Man
I wanna be like you.
That beautiful girl I saw you with on tv -
If I was like you, do you reckon she'd go for me?
Would she snuggle up beside me with hot cups of tea?
We'd sit and swap stories til quarter to 3.
I'd dazzle everyone with my rapier wit
And I bet no-one would ever give me shit.
So tell me Gillette Man, how'd you get to be
Just like you, and I'm just plain old me?
It's just not fair.
And if I was like you
There's nothing I couldn't do
If I could get my chin that smooth.
If I could get my jaw that square
I could go anywhere.
Well the other night I was sleeping in my bed
Gillette Man appeared in a dream in my head.
He said to me "Son, you wanna be this cool
Listen here now and I'll tell you what to do"
...
Oh I wanna be like Gillette Man.
Gillette Man
I wanna be like you.
(omg you're so fantastic)
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Oh Happy Day
04:08
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Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin.
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul.
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone.
So put the children into care.
Booby-trap the bedsit as you leave.
Throw the dog into the Grand Canal.
Scrawl your last words on some toilet door.
And as you go you will be borne aloft
By ducks and flying dogs,
And all the raggy dolls and amputees
Will sing about their loss.
I woke up in a shoe today.
I woke up with sticky hands and swollen glands and a blue dick
And all the peelers banging on about
The stain, the stain, the awful stain,
The stain upon my soul.
And now I’m close enough to hell to feel
The flames beneath the floor.
Tell yourself another lie.
Get drunk! What a guy!
So Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin.
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul.
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone.
I wish I was a great big kiss.
I wish I was a brand new pair of pants.
I was I was a fresh tattoo.
I wish I was the smell of cheap perfume.
But of all the rain that ever fell down upon my bones
This time is burrowed in beneath my skin
And watered down my soul.
Happy as a pig in shit.
Happy as a pig in shit.
And Franco make me laugh
Cos the kids are all asleep
And the drugs begin to sing beneath my skin.
And happiness takes hold like a sickness in the soul.
It is Summer, it is high time we were gone.
You’re happy when the lights go out.
Happy when the hand has lost control.
And you’re happy in the wreckage after all.
Oh Happy Day.
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