"Reader Meet Author"

You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you are my side-by-side
Reader, meet Author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says : "No-one ever sees me when I cry"
You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away, because you're that type
And the Year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life?
So safely with your software; all miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voices, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies

"The Boy Racer"

He's just too good-natured and
He's got too much money and
He's got too many girlfriends
I'm jealous, that's all
Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
He's got many girlfriends
He thinks he owns this city
He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over
Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Have you seen him go, though, oh?
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
Stood at the urinal
He thinks he got the whole world in his hands
And I'm gonna... kill him !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh, no !
Oh....
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking
He's just too good-looking, and
And, and...
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing
Boy racer
Boy racer, oh
We're gonna kill this pretty thing

"The Operation"

You fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
With a tear that's a mile wide
In the kite that you're flying
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
Ever since
You don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say clever things and
You never used to
You don't catch what I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the
Back teeth of you
With a tear that's a mile wide
In the kite that you're flying
Everyone here is sick to the
Tattoo of you
Ever since
You don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say pleasant things and
There is no need to
Still, you fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand
Ooh, ooh...
Sad to say...
How once I was in love with you
Sad to say...
You don't catch what I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice
Ooh, ooh...
Ever since
You don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
What the hell have
They stuck into you?

"Dagenham Dave"

Head in the clouds, and a mouthful of pie
Head in a blouse, everybody loves him
I see why
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dagenham Dave
"I love Karen, I love Sharon" on the windowscreen
With never the need to fight or to question a single thing
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave
He'd love to touch, he's afraid that he might self-combust
I could say more, but you get the general idea
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham, Dagenham
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham, Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dave, oh, Dagenham, dagenham
Dagenham Dave
Dagenham Dave, Dagenham Dave
Oh, Dave, oh, Dave, oh, Dave
Oh, Dave

"Do Your Best And Don't Worry"

Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days
You won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't...
Don't worry, oh
Do your best and don't...

"Best Friend On The Payroll"

I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house
I turn the music down; and I don't know why, this is my house
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
Oh, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
More breakfast in bed, and I'll bring the paper in later
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out
No, no, no, no
The best friend on the payroll
No, no, no, no, it's not gonna work out
It's not gonna work out

"Southpaw"

You were a boy before you became a man
I don't see the joy
And you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around and they were gone
Again...
A sick boy should be treated
So easily defeated
Oh, I just don't understand
So you ran with your pals in the sun
You turned around
You were alone
Again...
And you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
Oh, you ran back to Ma
Which set the pace for the rest of your days
And now, there is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
There is something that you should know
There is something that you should know
Girl of your dreams is
Here all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is all alone
The girl of your dreams is
Sad and is feeling all alone
Oh, there is something that you should know
Help me, help me, help me...

"Maladjusted" (1997)

"Maladjusted"

I wanna start from before the beginning
Loot wine; "Be mine and then let's stay out for the night "
Ride via parkside, semi-perilous lives
Jeer the lights in the windows of all safe and
stable homes
(But wondering then, well, what
could peace of mind be like?)
Anyway, Do you want to hear our story or not?
As the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
From a Stevenage overspill we'd kill to live around
SW6 with someone like you
Keep thieves' hours with someone like you
...As long as it slides
You stalk the house
In a low-cut blouse:
"Oh Christ, another stifled Friday night!"
And the Fulham Road lights stretch and invite into the night
Well, I was fifteen
What could I know?
When the gulf between all the things I need
And the things I receive
Is an ancient ocean wide
Wild, lost, uncrossed
Still I maintain there's nothing wrong with you
You do all that you do because it's all you can do
Well, I was fifteen
Where could I go?
With a soul full of loathing for stinging
bureaucracy
Making it anything other than easy
For working girls like me
With my hands on my head
I flop on your bed
With a head full of dread
For all I've ever said
Maladjusted
Maladjusted
Maladjusted
Maladjusted
Never to be trusted
Oh, never to be trusted

"Alma Matters"

So, the choice I have made
May seem strange to you
But who asked you anyway?
It's my life to wreck my own way
You see, to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body, and soul
In part and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body, and soul
In part and in whole
So the life I have made
May seem wrong to you
But I've never been surer
It's my life to ruin my own way
You see, to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
In part and in whole
Because to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body, and soul
In part and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part and in whole
So to someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Alma matters
In mind, body and soul
Part and in whole
To someone, somewhere, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah

"Ambitious Outsiders"

Bolt lock your doors
Alarm your cars
And still, we move in closer
Every day
Top of the list
Is your smiling kiss
But we'll be smiling too
So, that's okay
Oh, and by the way, thank you
Because you're giving, giving, giving
And we're receiving- no no, we're TAKING
Keeping the population down
Your tax is paid
But police way-laid
And we knows when the schoolbus comes and goes
We're on your street
But you don't see us
Or if you do, you smile
And say "Hello"
But don't underestimate us
When you are giving, giving, giving
And we're receiving- no no we're TAKING
Just keeping the population down
You're giving, giving, giving
Well, it's your own fault for reproducing
We're just keeping the population down