LIAR
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Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
Tell me why tell me why
Why d'you have to lie
Should've realised that
Should've told the truth
Should've realised
You know what I'll do

You're in suspension
You're a liar

Now I wanna know know know know
I wanna know why you never
Look me in the face
Broke a confidence just to please
Your ego should've realised
You know what I know

You're in suspension
You're a liar

I know where you go everybody you know
I know everything that do or say
So when you tell lies
I'll always be in your way
I'm nobody's fool and I know all
'Cos I know what I know

You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie

Lie lie lie lie liar you lie lie lie lie
I think you're funny you're funny ha ha
I don't need it don't need your blah blah
Should've realised I know what you are
You're in suspension you're in suspension
You're in suspension you're a liar
You're a liar you're a liar
Lie lie

NO FEELINGS
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I've seen you in the mirror
When the story began
And I fell in love with you
I love yer mortal sin
Yer brains are locked away
But I love your company
I only leave you when you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand I'm in love with my self
My beatiful self

A no feelings a no feelings
A no feelings
For anybody else

Hello and goodbye in a run around sue
You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
I kick you in the head you got nothing to say
Get out of the way 'cos i gotta get away
You never realise I take the piss out of you
You come up and see me and
I'll beat you black and blue
Okay I'll send you away

I got no feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Except for my self my beatiful self dear

There aint no moonlight after midnight
I see you stupid people out looking for delight
Well I'm so happy I'm feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish
You're wasting my time
I look around your house and
There's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains
When you get down to kneel
And pray you pray to your god

No feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Except for my self
Your daddy's gone away
Be back another day
See his picture hanging on your wall

BODIES
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She was a girl from Birmingham
She just had an abortion
She was case of insanity
Her name was Pauline she lived in a tree

She was a no one who killed her baby
She sent her letter from the country
She was an animal
She was a bloody disgrase

Body I'm not an animal
Body I'm not an animal

Dragged on a table in factory
Illegitimate place to be
In a packet in a lavatory
Die little baby screaming
Body screaming fucking bloody mess
Not an animal
It's an abortion

Body I'm not animal
Mummy I'm not an abortion

Throbbing squirm,
gurgling bloody mess
I'm not an discharge
I'm not a loss in protein
I'm not a throbbing squirm

Fuck this and fuck that
Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat
She don't wanna baby that looks like that
I don't wanna baby that looks like that
Body I'm not an animal
Body an abortion

Body I'm not an animal
An animal
I'm not an animal.....
I'm not an abortion.....

Mummy! UGH!

SATELLITE
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Suburban kid, ya got no name
Two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain
I bet you're only happy in suburbian dreams
But I'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme

Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you

I only ever listen when you're on the phone
From your safety where you sit at home
When I got nothin' better to do
Then there is always you
Cause you're good for my shoe

Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you

I'm in love
Yeah in love
Oh, can't you feel it?

No I don't like where you come from
It's just a satellite of London
And when you look me in the eye
Just remember that I wanna die

Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you

You're the name but you can't tell
Lookin' like you just came outta hell
How did ya figure that'd you'd any use?
All you're gonna get is my abuse

Hey baby
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you

Johnny B. Goode/Road runner
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     (Berry/Richman)

Paul(?): We'll play Johnny B. Goode; he'll sing Through My Eyes.

Paul(?): Tell John. Tell him.

Johnny: What?

Paul(?): Tell him. (???)

Other Voice: They wanna play Johnny B. Goode while you sing
Through My Eyes.

Johnny: God! Awright, then.

Paul(?): Ready? Go!

Johnny:
If you could see... oh God, fuck off...
Ayanlouisiannayaya New Orleans
Awasabadababyanalittle key
Ayainanananananana Johnny B. Goode
Agogogogogogo Johnny B. Goode
Agogo, go Johnny, gogogogogo
I don't know the words!
Gogogogogogogogogogogyogyuh
Ayayayayastrah yayastrahyayaya
Ayayayayastrah andabanayaya
I wannawannabay, yayayaya
Let's gogo, ago Johnny gogogogo
Agogo, go go go go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogo
Go, Johnny, go, go
Go! Johnny B. Goode
Ayayayayayayayayayayayagwuah
Oh, fuck, it's awful!
Hate songs like that!
The pits!
Eeeeeeyayayayay eeeee!
Eeyeah!
Brrrrrah!
Brrrrrayayayayay!
Uah!
'ey, I know, oi, oi, Steve -- Roadrunner!
Roadrunner!
Roadrun...!
Should we do roadrunner?
'ey, that's fuckin' awful -- stop it.
Stop it; it's fuckin' awful!
Aaah! Torture.
Duh ug duh duh duh duh mah eyah
I donno the words!
I donno'ow it starts; I've forgotten it!

L'anerchie pour le U.K.
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    (Cook/Jones/Matlock/Rotten; French version by L. Brennon)

Moi, je suis l'ant?christ
Moi, je suis l'anarchiste
Je ne sais pas ce que je veux mais je l'aurai
Je s?me la terreur dans la rue

Car moi, je veux l'anarchie

Anarchie pour U.K.
?a y est presque d?j?
Je d?sunis Royaume-Uni
Avec ces r?ves de prix!

Oui, moi, je veux l'anarchie
Le temps de la cit?, c'est fini!

Tout est bon pour y arriver
Je prends le meilleur et aussi le reste
Je me sers de mes ennemis
Je me sers aussi de l'anarchie!

Car moi, je veux l'anarchie
Et c'est la seule fa?on d'?tre!

Est-ce que c'est l'M.P.L.A.?
Ou bien encore l'U.D.A.?
Ou alors c'est peut-?tre l'I.R.A.?
Moi, j'ai pens? que c'?tait U.K.!
Ou un autre pays
On a tous nos ____ en villes

Moi, je suis l'anarchie
Oui, moi, je suis l'anarchie
Et vive l'anarchie!
Et moi, je veux ?tre anarchiste
Et ?tre so–l, un crev?!

Einmal war Belson Bortrefflich  (Belsen was a gas)
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   (S. Jones, P. Cook, J. Rotten, S. Vicious

Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear

oh dear

Sergeant majors on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead guess it's glad

Belsen was a gas I heard the other day
In the open graves where the jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were here
They wrote on postcards to those held dear

oh dear

Be a man
Be a man
Belsen was a gas
Be a man - kill someone
Be a man kill yourself

Lonely boy
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    (S. Jones, P. Cook)

I'm left in misery a girl I love's gone across the sea
I'm all alone ain't got no home
Mandy was her name sleeping was her game
She didn't care about me oh baby can't you see

I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy

I need her tender touch oh I need it oh so much
I can't forget I'm so upset
I wonder where she's gone I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me but I think she's tired of me

I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy

Everytime I think of her it brings back memories
I remember how it used to be oh baby can't you see

I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy

Oh my darlin can't you see
You're the one that means so much to me
I know I need your tender touch
I can't wait to feel your crutch
what a crutch
I can't wait to fuck it

I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy
I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy

You need hands
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                           (M. McLaren)

       You need hands to hold someone you care for....
       When you fear...nobody wants to know you
       You need hands to brush away the tears....

       When you hold the brand new baby
       You need tender hands to guide them all the way
       You need hands to thank the Lord for living....
       And forgiving us this day....

       You need hands to show the world you're happy
       And you need hands when you have to stop the bus....
       But the hands that we love so dear
       Are the hands that we love to hear
       Are the hands that You give to us.....
       Everybody holds the hands that You g i v e t o u s...

Friggin' In The Riggin'
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  (Jones)

It was on the good ship Venus By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one place to another
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The first mate's name was Morgan By Christ, he was a gorgon
Tem times a day sweet tunes he'd play
On his fucking organ
The first mate's name was Cooper By Christ, he was a trooper
He jerked and jerked until he worked
Himself into a stupor
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The second mate was Andy By Christ, he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy
The cabin boy was Flipper
He was a fucking nigger
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper
Friggin' in the riggin'...
The Captain's wife was Mabel
To fuck she was not able
So the dirty shits, they nailed her tits
Across the whole table
The Captain had a daughter
Who fell in deep sea water
And by her squeals we knew the eels
Had found her sexual quarters
Friggin' in the riggin'...