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Smoke The Telly
06:12
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SMOKE THE TELLY
Everybody wants a piece of the cake
And let them eat it, eat it, eat it
Smoke it, smoke it!
Everybody wants a piece of the cake
And let them eat it, eat it, eat it
For all the love you’re gonna get in this world
You might as well just smoke the telly
For all the joy you’re gonna get in this world
You might as well just smoke your telly
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke your telly
Reading the papers, their photographs and headlines
Same news as yesterday and the day before that
The barons of the public conscience dictate their opinions
Sanitized phrases for their beastly, beastly acts
Journalistic jargon substitutes for real pain
Summing-up a situation with a generalized slur
Confident and loud and stupid, bigoted and smug,
The editor has to fill his rag to keep his punters happy
Do what?
Grind it up now
For all the love you’re gonna get in this world
You might as well just smoke the telly
For all the joy you’re gonna get in this world
You might as well just smoke your telly
Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke your telly
Switch on the television - gentle light of violence
Same tosh as yesterday and the day before that
Keeping up the standards of consumerist idiocy
Of course they've got to buy a scoop -an exclusive must be found
Calling scandal-mongers; some celebrities to hound
Learn how to join the in-crowd. What's fashionable this year?
Selling modern fairytales, the people lap it up
And of course, the shareholders expect to make an honest buck
Do what?
Grind it up now
Everybody wants a piece of the cake
And let them eat it, eat it, eat it
Smoke it, smoke it!
Turn off the radio - tune in to the airwaves
Same music as yesterday and the days before that
The plastic politicians secrete their slippery, slippery speeches
Their self-righteous attitude it plays the honest thief
A hopeless Royal Family of antiquated ways
Can’t even keep the pretence of the nuclear-family way
Careerist Tory ministers caught with their trousers down
So, ‘Discreet Hypocrisy’ - an example for you and me
Do what?
Grind it up now
Everybody wants a piece of the cake
And let them eat it, eat it, eat it
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2. |
Colours
07:11
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COLOURS
Many masks come into play
To hide the Inner Forces
The motives made that rule your day
Your desirable conclusion
Many words enhance the play
Filling up the every second
Some pillows placed, just so, to placate
Any sense of discomfort
Daub your world a pretty colour, yeah!
Colour! Colour!
Filling life with incidents
Charting-up experience points
Stories of wild and wonder
Such exaggerated lives
Drowning on the memories
Of what should have been
You look away to another place
You just see what you wanna see!
Daub your world a pretty colour, yeah!
Colour! Colour!
Run away
Yes, run away
The further you go
The less you will know
But still you can't face the music
Cause the real world looks so dull
Daub your world a pretty colour, yeah!
Colour! Colour!
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3. |
Toil
08:01
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TOIL
Smile, you bastards!
Sweat. I want to see you sweat
Graft. I want to see you graft
Take our words 'cause we know best
Until we gain there'll be no rest
Build. I want to see you build
Believe. You just got to believe
Have some trust - please don’t fuss
Break your back, don't be slack
Work hard, work hard
Work hard, work hard
We'll take the best years of your life
And off your efforts we will thrive
Soiled. I want to see your hands soiled
Toil. I want to see you toil
Without your pain we get no gain
Come on fast, don't be last
Behave. You've just got to behave
Be meek. You've just got to be meek
Knuckle down, 9-5
Eyes down, mouth shut, keep in line
Work hard, work hard
Work hard, work hard
We'll take the best years of your life
And make it look so worthwhile
Because freedom
Is the illusion of free choice
Freedom is the belief you have a voice
Get down. You've just got to get down
Conform. You've just got to conform
Pay your homage work your ass
Take our words 'cause we know best
Kneel. I want to see you kneel
Believe. You just gotta believe
Knuckle down, nine 'til five
Eyes down, mouth shut, keep in line
Work hard, work hard
Work hard, work hard
We'll take the best years of your life
And off your efforts we will thrive
They’ll take the best years of your life
And off your efforts we will thrive
Because freedom
Is the illusion of free choice
Because ‘freedom’ is the belief you have a voice
You’ve got to
Work hard, work harder, work hard
All your life now
Work hard, work harder, work hard
Because ‘freedom’ is the belief you have a voice
Work hard, work harder, work hard
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4. |
Animals (With Gimmicks)
04:12
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ANIMALS (With Gimmicks)
Animals with gimmicks - that's us human beings!
There are the dogs that bark out their orders
That hunt and hound and lead to the slaughter
There are the mice that feel that they're caught
Made to feel small, yes they do as they're taught
There are the fish that swim with the tide
And in large numbers must always confide
There is the lion that sits there with false pride
There is the cockerel that marks out the time
Animals with gimmicks - that's us human beings!
There is the snake that silently constricts
There is the leech that sucks and sucks forever
There are the moles that dig their own holes
There is the maggot that eats off the carcass
There are the lemmings that rejoice as they die
There is the peacock that fans its fine feathers
There is the vulture that swoops down from the heights
There is the wolf that is dressed in sheep’s clothing
Animals with gimmicks - that’s us human beings
Human beings!
Yeah
Animals with gimmicks - that’s us human beings
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5. |
Breakdown
04:55
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BREAKDOWN
What goes up - must come down
The police had to cordon off the library
And going to church was compulsory
And the vicar conducted his sermon
With the aid of a double-barrelled shotgun
Stumbling towards martial law
Soldiers knock at your front door
The lollipop ladies are giving out guns
A hundred politicians were killed last night!
Breakdown
Breakdown
What goes up - must come down
No-one can stop the looting mobs
Shopkeepers can only watch and sob
"STAY INDOORS!" the broadcast says
Forget about all those pension plans … ha ha
The generals have killed the queen
But can’t control their militant ranks
First, we had just martial law
Now we've got full-scale civil war!
Breakdown
Breakdown
What goes up - must come down
Breakdown
Everyone has gone on strike
The Western World says goodnight
And the milkmen deliver petrol and POP!
Instead of the usual Gold Top!
Nuclear reactors overheat
YET MORE KILLINGS IN THE STREET
All around the world it's said
Civilisation is finally dead
Breakdown
Breakdown
What goes up - must come down
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Herb Garden Bristol, UK
Welcome to the Herb Garden campsite. We will share lots of frenzied frolics and scrumpy-ous sonics with you here. Check out
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We've remastered 1989's Eponymous EP, often known as 'Bulldozer Jones', and all the tracks that led to Warner's DNA mini-LP. We've loads to reveal!
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