"Trouble Loves Me"

Trouble loves me
Trouble leads me
To things more than you do
Or would attempt to
So console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like everything's evened out
And where balance seems serene
Trouble loves me
Walks beside me
To chide me
Not to guide me
It's still much more than you'll do
So console me
Otherwise, hold me
Just when it seems like everything's evened out
And the balance seems serene
See the fool I've been
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
Still running 'round
Ready with ready wit
Still running 'round
On the flesh rampage
At your age
Go to Soho, oh
Go to waste in the wrong arms
Still running 'round
Trouble loves me
Seeks and finds me
To charlatanize me
Which is only as it should be
Oh, please fulfill me
Otherwise, kill me
Show me a barrel and watch me scrape it
Faced with the music as always I'll face it
In the half-light
So English....frowning
Then at midnight, I
CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round
A disenchanted taste
Still running 'round

"Papa Jack"

Papa Jack
Wants to turn
Back the clock
And reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown
Papa Jack
In decline
Feels inclined
To reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown
But there was a time
When the kids reached up
And Papa Jack
Just pushed them away
Looking deep
In his heart
Papa Jack
Doesn't like
What he sees
All the time on his hands
The dying day
The chilly sun
Papa Jack
All alone
Seems slow
Grieving and low
But there was a time
When the kids reached up
Now you can't always have it your way

"Ammunition"

I know these roads
Each ridge and narrow bridge
Each chevron, enticing me on, each one in time
I take in my stride
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased by the things I've found
I know these roads
An old hand understands
Above all, I know what's expected of me now
Veering Cliffwards
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't dwell on things I'm missing
I'm just pleased with the things I've found
The things I've found
The things I've found
I've found
I've been crying
It comes back on these salient days
And it stays and it says
"We've never really been away"
I don't need more ammunition
I've got more than I can spend
I don't think of who I'm missing
I've got no space and no time
In my life anymore
No space or time
In my life
Anymore
For revenge

"Wide To Receive"

Download
Something useful or useless
Because I'm lying here
Wide to receive
Almost anything you'd care to give
And I don't get along with myself
And I'm not too keen on anyone else
Turn on, plug in, then just walk away
Unlock, process, and then just go
And I've never felt quite so alone
As I do right now
I'm lying here wide to receive
Almost anything you'd care to leave
Wide, wide

"Roy's Keen"

(GO ON)
He's romancing you
and chancing his arm
He'll be here
Smiling on time
He's romancing you
and chancing his arm
He'll be here
Smiling on time
Roy's keen, oh Roy's keen
Roy's keen, oh Roy's keen
We've never seen a keener
Window cleaner
Back up the ladder
Into each corner
Dunking the chamois
Just think of the goodwill
The ladders are planets
Roy is a star, and
I am a satellite
But that's alright
He can hold a smile
For as long as you require
(Even longer)
He can hold a smile
For as long as you require
(Even longer)
Roy's keen oh, Roy's keen
Roy's keen oh, Roy's keen
We've never seen a keener
Window cleaner
Back up the ladder
Into each corner
Dunking the chamois
Just think of the goodwill
The ladders are planets
Roy is a star, and
I am a satellite
I will be set alight
Don't say you'll hold it steady
Then you let it go
Don't say you'll hold it steady
Then you let it go
You're up the ladder
Into each corner
Fraught in a bucket
We trust you to wreck it
Even when it's under your nose
Well, you just can't see it, can you?
Well, it's here
And you just can't see it, can you?
Roy's keen, Roy's keen
Roy's keen, Roy's keen
We've never seen a keener
Window cleaner

"He Cried"

I need you
Simple words
But words which had never been heard
By the soul
Stoned to death
But still living
And so he froze
Where he stood and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried
Ride our minds
If you must
But there's always a line you don't cross
Time is short
Don't be cruel
Oh you don't know the power
In what you're saying
And so he froze
Where he stood and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried
People where I come from
They survive without feelings or blood
I never could
Was stoned to death
But I'm still living
So, he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried
He cried
So he froze
And he looked, and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried

"Sorrow Will Come In The End"

Legalized theft
Leaves me bereft
I get it straight in the neck
Somehow expecting no less
A court of justice
With no use for truth
LAWYER....LIAR
LAWYER....LIAR
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won-
But sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
QC's obssessed with sleaze
Frantic for fame
They're all in the game
They just use a different name
You lied, and you were believed
By a JP senile and vile
You pleaded and squealed
And you think you've won
But sorrow will come
To you in the end
And as sure as my words are pure
I praise the day that brings you pain
So don't close your eyes
Don't close your eyes
A man who slits throats
Has time on his hands
And I'M GONNA GET YOU
So don't close your eyes
Don't EVER CLOSE YOUR EYES
You think you've won
OH NO

"Satan Rejected My Soul"

Satan rejected my soul
he knows my kind
he won't be dragged down
he's seen my face around
he knows heaven doesn't seem
to be my home
so I must find
somewhere else to go
I must find
somewhere else to go
so, take it please
it's free
you'll never see
you'll never see
all the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
he never quite goes this low
he's seen my face around
he knows Heaven doesn't seem
to be my home
so I must find
somewhere else to go
I must find somewhere else to go
so, take it please
it's really sly
come on come on
call me in
haul me in
call me in
pull me in
haul me in

"You Are The Quarry" (2004)

"America Is Not The World"

America your head's too big, Because America, Your belly's too big
And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you is

In America, The land of the free, they said, And of opportunity, In a just and a truthful way
But where the president, Is never black, female or gay, And until that day
You've got nothing to say to me, To help me believe

In America, It brought you the hamburger, Well America you know where, You can shove your hamburger
And don't you wonder, Why in Estonia they say, Hey you, Big fat pig
You fat pig, You fat pig

Steely Blue eyes with no love in them, Scan The World,
And a humourless smile, With no warmth within, Greets the world
And I, I have got nothing, To offer you
No-no-no-no-no
Just this heart deep and true, Which you say you don't need

See with your eyes, Touch with your hands, please, Hear through your ears, Know in your soul, please
For haven't you me with you now?
And I love you, I love you, I love you, And I love you, I love you, I love you

"Irish Blood, English Heart"

Irish blood, English heart, This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And no regime can buy or sell me
I've been dreaming of a time when
To be English is not to be baneful
To be standing by the flag not feeling shameful, Racist or partial

Irish blood, English heart, This I'm made of
There is no one on earth I'm afraid of
And I will die with both of my hands untied

I've been dreaming of a time when
The English are sick to death of Labour, And Tories
And spit upon the name Oliver Cromwell
And denounce this royal line that still salute him
And will salute him forever