1. |
Works Sirens
03:26
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Trammed masses get to work on time (got to get you home)
Old Alfie wants to steam the line (she's feeling all alone)
The furnace is on heat
12 hours on their feet
Oh, I want to make it home
Tough tidal workers, ale drenched minds (see her foxy eyes)
Drank last night until half blind (these streets will never die)
The 6am tram, bottled camp in hand
Thinking of the girl that could never be
The works sirens, call for silence
To remember the bloody violence and
Whoa, these indifferent times
Roof after roof of chimneyed stories
Flat capped armies, forgotten glories
Whoa, this magnificent town
Hobnail footie by the canal (brothers hand in hand)
Blood soaked cough, just like his pals (strike the local band)
But it doesn't get him down
Coz the union's in town
White collar bastards won't get him down
The works sirens, call for silence
To remember the bloody violence and
Whoa, these indifferent times
Roof after roof of chimneyed stories
Flat capped armies, forgotten glories
Whoa, this magnificent town
Oh, we'll have the time of our lives
With fresh fields and Brighton calling
Oh, we'll have the time of our lives
With fresh fields and Brighton calling
The works sirens, call for silence
To remember the bloody violence and
Whoa, these indifferent times
Roof after roof of chimneyed stories
Flat capped armies, forgotten glories
Whoa, this magnificent town
She's on my mind
Train leaving on time
The end of the line
Rush hour starts at 6am
Tea lady in the club again
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2. |
Sick Note
03:40
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8 in the morning and you're picking up the phone
Your nose is running and you're gonna stay at home
Wrapped in the duvet watching crap on the TV
Nursing a virus with a dose of self pity
As far as I can tell
You're always gonna be unwell
I guess it's time you wrote
Your...
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
8 in the morning and you're reaching for the phone
Your guts are churning and you can't get off the throne
Was it the curry or the left-over Chinese?
That's got you sitting with your elbows on your knees
As far as I can tell
You're always gonna be unwell
I guess it's time you wrote
Your...
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
8 in the morning and you're on the phone again
You're gonna stay at home with a migraine
Fighting the sickness and the banging in your head
Just turn the lights out and go straight back to bed
As far as I can tell
You're always gonna be unwell
I guess it's time you wrote
Your...
Sicknote
Sicknote
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When you're off sick we don't see you for days
I'm sick and tired of your constant malaise
I wish that we could find the solution
To strengthen your weak constitution
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
Sicknote
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3. |
See You Next Tuesday
03:11
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Daydreams on a clear day
Crazy notions 'bout Saturday
Mind full of the things to play
Maybe love, maybe traveled fate will guide the way
Run free on a blowing wind
Let the stars come down and seize the day
Blinding ripples from the chronic pain
Take me down to the place where it's all ok
Oh no
Bright future on a Friday
Clear vision on a Saturday
Now you took my everything on Sunday
And it all looks dark on Monday
See you next Tuesday (look me in the eyes and feel ok)
See you next Tuesday
Lost pleasures seem so unfair
Sleepless nights staring up in the air
Clouded messages and dangerous bends
Make the future seem difficult to comprehend
Sheer terror see the headlights on
See the truth fall down and buried alive
Days run fast when you're doing time
Hide the truth and the blame and you'll be just fine
Bright future on a Friday
Clear vision on a Saturday
Now you took my everything on Sunday
And it all looks dark on Monday
See you next Tuesday (look me in the eyes and feel ok)
See you next Tuesday
Bright future on a Friday
Clear vision on a Saturday
Now you took my everything on Sunday
And it all looks dark on Monday
See you next Tuesday (look me in the eyes and feel ok)
See you next Tuesday (look me in the eyes and feel ok)
See you next Tuesday (look me in the eyes and feel ok)
See you next Tuesday
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4. |
Half Rice Half Chips
02:46
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Met a guy who said take my advice
Try anything once and then try it twice
Why butter your bread on only one side
Just give it a go you might be surprised
Six pack stomach
Juicy lips
Bulging biceps
Curvy hips
He didn't care 'coz he was...
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
(He) was a ladies man and one of the guys
Beauty or brawn could make him rise
When I turned him down he thought I was daft
Why limit your options to only one half
Six pack stomach
Juicy lips
Bulging biceps
Curvy hips
He didn't care 'coz he was...
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
(lead break)
Six pack stomach
Juicy lips
Bulging biceps
Curvy hips
He didn't care 'coz he was...
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
He tried to tempt me to broaden my mind
I said 'I'm ok, girls suit just fine'
He shot me a look like i was deranged
And told my to call if my mind changed
Six pack stomach
Juicy lips
Bulging biceps
Curvy hips
He didn't care 'coz he was...
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips
Half rice half chips...
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