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CCTV
04:29
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Out for a picnic with your lovely family
Get a bit of shopping, cross a road and drink some tea
Sitting in a pub or waiting for a public loo
Somebody’s watching you.
Stopping at the lights or going round a roundabout
Driving down the road or parking up and getting out
Whizzing down a motorway or sitting in a queue
Somebody’s watching you
Yes someone is watching you
No you’re not being paranoid
There’s CCTV everywhere
It’s something that you can’t avoid
Filming every sneeze and every scratch and every yawn
And someone poor low paid bastard has to sit and watch it all.
Sitting on a bench or walking doggy down the street
Every stranger passing you or matey that you meet
Every step you take and every boring thing you do
Somebody’s watching you.
Every shop you enter, every cash point you frequent
Every bus and every train and everywhere you went
In the dead of night or sunny Sunday afternoon
Somebody’s watching you
Yes someone is watching you
No you’re not being paranoid
There’s CCTV everywhere
It’s something that you can’t avoid
Like fishes in a fishtank, or monkeys at the zoo
Somebody’s watching you.
Yes someone is watching you
No you’re not being paranoid
There’s CCTV everywhere
It’s something that you can’t avoid
Just in case a hoody comes to get you with a knife
At least if you get stabbed to death someone will watch you die.
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2. |
Not Love Song
03:08
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Come fall in love with me
In my abject poverty
We can live on banannas and beer
And if I s**k you o*f
Each time the sun comes up
Can I convince you to stay for a year?
You can sleep in my truck
We can endlessly f**k
As long as you're not above 5"4
If you are I've an axe
I can chop off your legs
To make sure that you fit through the door.
We can travel the world
On the diesal we steal
And after stretch of four months
We'll start fighting like dogs
And instead of big snogs
We can start off the day with a punch.
So fall in love with me
In my abject povert
We can live on banannas and beer
And prove to ourselves
We're better left on the shelf
Cos it'll all end in heartache and tears.
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3. |
Mexican Hat
04:23
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Some bastard just spilt my free beer
There’s a nutter talking in my ear
The power’s gone down and the lights have gone out
The guitar’s out of tune and the drummer can’t count.
It’s all running about 3 hours late
The next band they are getting irate
The soundman is drunk on the job
And his backup has smoked too much pot.
A drunk fan is making requests
Her eyes sliding about on her head
I can’t understand what she said
And her dog it just pissed on my legs
A munter has come through the door
Seems to be incoherent with rage
Ends up falling face down on the floor
Now there’s not enough room on the stage.
We have finished 4 songs
We are having a chat
About what song is next
Is it this or it that
Out of place, off her face, out of tune, out of time
There is some bloody woman singing ‘Summertime’
Do you think we’re doing nothing?
Do we make it look like fun?
If you don’t piss off in a minute
We’re going to kick you up the bum.
We’re all trying to keep in rhythm
We’re all trying to stay in time
If you’d get off the stage and listen
That would really suit us fine.
Live performance it is so exciting
By the end everybody was fighting
Someone panicked and called the police
And we got done for riot inciting.
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4. |
Supermarket
04:08
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5. |
The man who sold papers
03:49
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One fine spring evening on the first day of April
In a financial meltdown 2009
A newspaper vendor who was on his way home after work
Was despatched to heaven before his time.
Some fat cats were sorting the global economy
At the G20 summit in London that day
And thousands of people were out n the city streets
Because democracy’s all about having your say.
In a true police force blunder
A pig with no number
Was captured on camera a baton in hand,
And the bloke who sold papers
With his hands in his pockets
And his back to the police line was shoved to the ground.
And 10 minutes later he’d died of a heart attack
Or so the pathologist hurriedly said
But why should they kettle in a man on his way home from work
And ten minutes later
Why should he be dead?
If no one had passed on the film to the papers
The police would have lied their way out of this mess,
And what if the one that they’d killed was an anarchist
Would that have been fine?
Would that crime matter less?
If there is a camera for each 14 people
Why wasn’t this captured on CCTV?
As we live in a surveillance society
I think it’s more lies from the IPCC.
One fine spring evening on the first day of April
In a financial meltdown 2009
A newspaper vendor was on his way home after work
When he found himself on the wrong side of police lines
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6. |
B.N.P.
07:18
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Founded by a neo-nazi
It used to be called the National Front
Now it has the facade of an electable party
When really they’re just a bunch of criminals and thugs.
Hitler was elected
But that doesn’t make him right
That these guys are electable
Should give us all a fright
What’s the point in living if we can’t learn from history
And let fascists surf to power
On a big wave of apathy
Indigenous white Briton is a mythical creature
Like a nice Tory
Or a unicorn
Or a dragon in a cave
Or a normal teacher
Or a perpetual motion generator
Providing free electricity
From magnetic enrgy
I seen them on the internet
For £99.50
And they’re about as likely to work
As B.N.P. policy
On immigration
Or industry
Or education.
How do you define a native Briton?
Is it a Roman or a Viking
A Saxon or a Frenchman?
Just how far back do you want to take immigration?
You can’t repatriate a mongrel nation.
Are they going to wrap us up in parcel tape
And send us back in time?
Instead of a postcode
We’ll all have a bloodline
60 million parcels marked return to sender
60 million parcels sent back 2000 millenia
Arriving at the feet of the first people
Who walked out of Africa.
One day hopefully
The B.N.P. will be an ethnic minority in it’s own country
And we as a public
Will rise above our stupidity
And they won’t get re-elected as M.E.P.s
Because when we bleed we all bleed red,
We’re pink inside
Our tears are wet
And when we get hurt people who love us get upset,
Oh when we bled we all bleed red
We’re pink inside
Our tears are wet
And when we get hurt
People who love us get upset
And when we die we’re dead
That’s a fact
It’s as simple as that.
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7. |
Up Your Arse
02:08
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8. |
Real Love Song
02:17
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Oh my lover is shrinking
His teeth are falling out his head
And his hairline is receding
Though that’s better left unsaid.
Slouching in his smeggy long-johns
Spilling horlicks in the bed
But you’d be fools to believe
That the passion is dead .
Though we only get to do it once a month
If we manage not to fall asleep
It’s more enjoyable
Than counting sheep.
First the daily’s turn into the weeklies
Then the weeklies turn into the monthlies
Then the monthlies only happen
If we’re not too tired and grumpy.
Oh but I love my man
And I couldn’t ask for more
I hope we get to do it annually
By the age of 94.
Though we’ll only get to do it
Once a year
Our love is gonna keep out the chill
As death draws near.
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9. |
A Mouse in a Windmill
05:27
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10. |
The Baby Song
03:23
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I’ve stopped drinking endless coffees
And I’ve started staying in
I’ve quit smoking ciggies
And I’ve given up the gin
I’ve dropped the string of boyfriends
Whose hearts I could never win
Cos lord Jesus Christ has sent me a little baby for my sins.
I’ve seen the light from heaven and now Jesus is my crutch.
I understand the Bible it’s no longer double Dutch,
I believe in miracles since I’ve felt his heavenly touch
It really is a miracle one so small could shit so much.
I no longer need to live in sin to keep awake at night.
I don’t wear frilly knickers,
I don’t gamble
I don’t fight
So grateful to be rescued from my immortal plight
Cos I know that Jesus loves me though I smell of baby shite.
I’d like to thank Lord Jesus Christ for sweet sleep deprivation,
The row of stitches in my arse,
Sore nipples and dehydration
I’ve heard it said that good motherhood is the making of the nation
Well I better put my baby in a box and leave him at the station.
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11. |
Sailing By
04:15
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12. |
Frog is...
02:26
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Hattie Hatstar England, UK
After 20 years of poking fun at everyone and everything on the festival and club circuit, Hattie Hatstar is a finely tuned weapon, using wit to make occasionally serious points.
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