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Sign your name here
Sign it here as well
We gonna do that job tonight
We’ll send him straight to hell
I’ll call up the Playstation pilot
We got the force, now we’re gonna apply it
And we’ll reach out and touch someone
We’ll let the Hellfire do the talking
Evidence in a foreign country
That’s where you need it to be
No risk for us, no recourse for them
We have immunity.
We’ll reach out and touch someone
We’ll let our fingers do the walking.
And if you miss
Then dead men tell no tales
Neither do their women and children
It’s regrettable collateral damage
We’ve got people who can help you with that
Thank you, Mr President
I appreciate your full commitment
And after all, there really is no risk
What’s this guy gonna do, is he gonna sue us?
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Pat Robertson
03:59
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On his luxury ranch
In the grandiose mansion
In the TV preacher’s
Gilded chapel
Billionaire Pat gives thanks to the Lord
Of internet banking and taxfree donations
Pat closes his eyes in meditation
On the golden words of the Wallstreet Journal
The sacred text so black and white
He’s got a way with words
And a diamond-cut smile
Pat Robertson
He says
“Adam Insane has a tail and horns,
And all his crooked brethren are the devil’s spawn.”
Pat claps his hands as they drop the bombs
He says “Armageddon – bring it on!”
With a pointed stick
And an Iraqi map
Talking to generals: tap, tap, tap.
How many heathens did you kill?
See how war
Gives an old man thrills.
Hey, what’s that you say, Mr Robertson?
Jesus loves your wicked grin
Eyes shut tight as he prays to his teacher
I smell sulphur from the farting preacher.
How many children did you kill
As you cast your pearls of hate and ill?
Lord do not forgive him
He knows what he does
Like just another maggot from Beelzebub
Pat Robertson
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Getting Darker
02:50
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He’s on a hellride
He’s gonna go down
Nothing in the world can save him
Better stand well clear of that clown
Eyes screwed up really tight
He’s concentrating hard
Fights you like you’re some kinda disease,
He won’t give himself a chance
Don’t grab his hand
As he goes down the hole
Don’t call out he can’t hear you
There’s no-one home.
Don’t do the things he asks
It’ll only make things worse
In the end you’ll find you’ve done
The things that you shoulda done first
Everybody suffered more
Because we all tried to be nice
He was clutching every straw
But he was only shooting dice
Don’t grab his hand
As he goes down the hole
Don’t call out
He can’t hear you
There’s no-one home.
No-one gets a message that far down the hole
It’s spreading out from him
Getting darker as he goes
Stay away from the edge of the platform
As the hellbound train goes through
Don’t get caught up in the slipstream
Because it won’t help him or you
Give up now
Just give up now
Give yourself a break
Lotta people tried to help and now
They had all that they can take
Don’t grab his hand
As he goes down the hole
Don’t call out
He can’t hear you
There’s no-one home.
No-one gets a message that far down the hole
It’s spreading out from him
Getting darker as he goes
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Judy Version 2.0
03:02
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My wife is Judy version 2
And I must say
That I’m pleased with the upgrade
Those glitches in the first one
Were disconcerting
Most offputting.
Oh yeah
Put it there
Oh yeah
That’s how I like it.
Her skin changes colour when I want her
She’s only crashed a couple times
I can watch sport when I want to
She interfaces with Grand Theft Auto
And I’m never going back to analogue
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Reply To All
04:23
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I’m an ambulance chaser
The first with the news
Mixing with all sorts
At the concrete courthouse
I’m a fire engine follower
In hot pursuit
Chasing some burnt toast
This could be the big scoop
Reply to all
To the strong and the tall
To the people in the cafe
Just press send
This could be the end
If we ever hear the truth.
Legal Knievel
Checking his points
He’s sharpening his tongue now
As the jury enters
Dishonourable mentor
Spins the question around
Repeats the mantra
And the old dogwhistles.
Black suit and bowtie
Expensive new dress
She trips on stillettos
As she picks up the big prize
I’m going to the dark side
They pay better there
They’re more family friendly
Now I report to the CEOh well, what the hell
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Pity's Sake
04:31
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You’re telling me that you’re a changed man
No-one does it quite like you can.
Only you know.
You can do it better.
You’re telling me that you’ve made good
Now you’re doing it just like you knew that you would
But I don’t believe you.
When I see you I turn away. . .
You don’t need my sympathy
I wish you’d stop ringing me up and crying
One day I’m gonna hang up
I don’t need your company
You used be a friend who could give love
But now you only take pity.
When I see you I turn away
I just can’t think of what to say
I used to cry for you
Now I don’t believe you
I used to listen to all your lies
I used to cry for you until I got wise.
You don’t need a change of heart
What you need is a change of your brain
Is what you need
To make you better
You don’t have to change your mind for me
I wouldn’t wanna have anything to do
With you or your kind
You only make me angry
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7. |
Yesterday Was
03:34
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Yesterday was a good day
Perhaps today will be one too
I just want to walk through without much fuss
And get myself back home to you
It’s Tuesday, I get up in the morning
I do the daily things I have to do
I pack my lunch, I wash myself I ride the bus
That’s really all there is for me to do
Everything is all right
Everything is unexciting
That’s the way that I like
It’s Thursday, I get up in the morning
I do the things I said to you before
I check the programmes for the evening
I pack my bag, I wander out the door.
And maybe I’m going to be bored
But you know that that’s OK with me
Excitement’s overrated anyway
It’s Friday night and everything’s OK
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Intermission
04:06
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Time out of time
My mind’s wide open now
To the rhapsody of tunes
From the picture theatre glory days.
Intermission
Herb Alpert and The Shadows play
Teenagers pash and someone let some Jaffas go
Snaredrum rolls: God Save the Queen
Wild West Coast rebels sit it out
Technicolour Looney Tunes
Young wide-eyes watch the magic show
Henry Mancini
With film-score genius novelty
There nothing so fine
As those full-size orchestral tones
Then came Space Odyssey
I got thrown out for climbing under seats
Was I too young
Or did that movie move too slow?
Measure up to infinity
Try standing aside from the tyranny
March in time
Never worry, never wait
No winding queues at Heaven’s gate
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Blue
03:19
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I’m Blue
Yes, Prudence, that’s my name
And I’m Blue all night for you
I smell like candy and cucumbers
Pumped and buff
And stoked and studly
I feel so good I’m almost godly
BLUE!
I smell
Like a celebrity pimp for you
Cedar and sandalwood and juniper berries
Oak moss, bergamot and pink peppercorns for you.
Can you feel it?
It’s in the lab work that we did
So now how do you smell?
Do you have the essence of dudeness yet?
Did you get the special offer?
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10. |
How I Love the Rich
03:10
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How I love the rich
I wanna slice them thinly
Spread them on my bread
I wanna get them in me as a real treat
Burn them as incense or candles now
The house will smell less richly of defeat
How I love the rich
I wanna wallow in them
I wanna wash myself
In soap I have made of them
And I’ll know
The way success can feel
I’ll wear a healthy glow
My arse will be translucent with success
How I love the rich
Their interests and obsessions
I wanna drive my car
Right over the top of them
And I’m sure
The flavour of their skins will grease my wheels
Now I know well-being can be absorbed.
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Happy Now
02:56
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Hang the phone up
I think I’ve done enough
And if they call for me
Then I won’t own up
I’ve got to be myself
I went to work
It was a Saturday
Just take a couple hours
Get this stuff out the way
I should get through in an hour or two
My machine crashed it always takes
That much longer
Sometimes I get upset
I get a kink in my wig
Chew an olive stone and worry it to death
I make a molehill big
Maybe it’s just a question of focus
Get out of here
A new career in a brand new town
Or no career
I get such bad dreams
I could be Stephen King
Can I make a fast buck
Out of being fucked up
What do you think?
I know I’ve been unhappy
I’m really sorry for that
I know I’ve needed some help
And I thank you well for that
I’m excited, I’m optimistic
It’s going to be all right
Turn the clock to face the wall
We’re gonna have some fun tonight.
I promise I’m happy now
I promise I am
[Repeat this until you believe it]
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Tiltslab Paradise
03:42
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There he is Jerry is
Banging on the table
He’s naming and shaming
Don’t start complaining
How could you ever know?
Exceptional circumstance
They give you no say-so
The movers and shakers
The experts arrive
Stand back and let them through
You can see them everywhere
Behind the fences
In hi-vis gear
It’s just another job
The chief of police called me an Irish yob
We must think outside the Square
We’re moving forward to heaven knows where
Tiltslab paradise
Casino captains roll a loaded dice
Jerry is serious
He’s making you an offer
But you can’t refuse it
Yes it’s business as usual
Build it and they will come
What’s a city anyway?
Just a lot of people
Living in an old swamp
And I know what I want
When will I get my say?
You can see them everywhere
The moneymen are flocking here
It’s just another job
So clip the ticket and shut your gob
Suburban paradise
A double garage on Golf Links Drive
Tilt-slab paradise
Yesterday’s dreaming at twice the price
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13. |
Head for the Hills
02:34
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I think I’m going back to the country
I’m gonna get some shit on my shoe
I’m gonna get lost when I miss the turnoff
At Cattle Creek or at Oamaru
My immigrant wife is blown away by the sheer size of the hills
We drove so far today
We would have crossed three borders from her country
When I was young I had a room by the river
And I looked straight up to the hills
The hills are still there and I’m biking to work
From a different place, but still
The hills are strong and visceral
They have a mass that I can feel
Hills remain and hills don’t change
I’m passing through, just passing through
A few years later I worked on the farm
I was up to my eyeballs in hills
Hundreds of miles away
South and inland
The same backbone, the same divide
I know I’ll be back I know it’s gonna be real
I know what I come for
The hills’ big brothers are standing here
And I just wanna say hullo
Angular, clean, dry, brown and frostbitten, windblown, sheep-shat and sharp. The hills are hardbitten, they’re a granite tradition, standing in the sky. . .
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Movin In
03:06
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When I see you in the distance
I can not wait - I will not wait
You come over all friendly and smiling
Looking so good and while the sun keeps shining
Cos I’m movin into the neighbourhood
Feelin’ so fine, feelin’ so good
Need some help to unpack my stuff
And smarten up this tired old flat
At the house warming party
Looking so bright eyes, intelligent – arty
Come on over and give me some attention
I’ll give you some later that goes without mention
Cos I’m movin’ in...
Now we’re movin’ round in circles
I think you know - I think we know
Must be gravity that’s pulling us closer
Celestial bodies are turning in motion
Cos I’m movin in...
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Hey Hey Hey
03:59
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I will never promise to sell you a knife
The blade of which
Will never be dull.
I will never promise to revive your sex life
To firm up your erection
Or invigorate your wife
Give me all your money
Give me all that you can send
I will give you nothing
But at least I won’t pretend
I won’t charge you postage or GST
Kids don’t ask your parents first
It doesn’t matter much to me
No special conditions will apply
I offer you a simple loss
Without a word of a lie
You must understand that these companies
That lie so much to you
Can’t help you with your life
You know they don’t care anything for you
The prey upon the people
Who have already lost
The weak and sick and stupid
Who will risk it all upon a single toss
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Mass communication
Listen to the sound of the money-go-round
Sophisticated pipes full of nothing
But the babble of cash from old McScrooge’s swimming pool
I fought the war
And the war won
I waved with my pen
And they gave me a gun
And now I’m shooting shadows
In the land of the setting sun
Dreams in black and white
Projections of the day
Written in the night
Monsters that you meet
Reflections of yourself
In murky waters deep
There’s no business
Like the daily news
The bleeding baked beans never tasted so good
Celebrities are dying
To get back to Hollywood
I’ve been hypnotised
By the flickering lights
Of the magic show, chasing shadows
And I still can’t be sure
If they’re yours or if they’re mine
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Sulphur Sun
03:18
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I stand on the bus stop
You push in and you shove
You’ve got your rights, you must come first
You’re driven by self-love
You may see me as ordinary
But you will be deceived
I’m full of gall, I’ll kill you all
I cannot be relieved
Go on now, seal your fate now
Make a prize prick of yourself
Go on now, shortchange me one more time
It only adds to the payoff that inevitably comes
While the waitress slops my tea
I put her to the question
And as she makes mallocchio
I think of racks and pinions
As the driver grinds the gears that drag the
bus along
I think of how psychiatrists
Will drug him when I’m strong.
I hate being careful and polite
I’d rather not be obliged
No more Mr Nice Guy now
Wipe you right out of my life
Go on now, seal your fate now
Make a prize prick of yourself
Go on now, shortchange me one more time
It only adds to the payoff that inevitably comes
I am a secret cardinal, a Pope of Avignon
A hanging judge that bore a grudge
A misanthropic son
I am a shadow minister, a devil of Loudun
All that was there is now and here
Beneath the sulphur sun
I hate being careful and polite
I’d rather not be obliged
No more Mr Nice Guy now
Wipe you right out of my life
Go on now, seal your fate now
Make a prize prick of yourself
Go on now, shortchange me one more time
It only adds to the payoff that inevitably comes
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18. |
Steve Hillage
06:49
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Instrumental. Can you tell I'd just bought a delay pedal?
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