"Lyehf Taidu Leikh"
 
I would hear a diiferent song but the needle's stcuk, the groove is worn.
Watch the logic walk away, the words just mash to gray
and we're all left sitting 'round staring in confusion at the bundle left on the doorstep.
So if you think you know what's wrong and you see what's going on,
how come there's till rumours lurking pushed into shadow.
On and on it's only maybe.

"Nick Motown"
 
I'll dream your arms around me, your heartbeat next to mine.
A dream of love to guide me, I'll dream your hand in mine once again.
A dream to hear you calling.
A dream to touch your heart.
A dream of love to follow.
I'll dream your lips on mine once again, because i love you darling.
All your dreams collide.
All your nightmares cold and stranded.
Let love decide and let love take the day the right way.

"Brickwall"
 
Looking for an answer, tough shit there's none to give.
All gone astray, lost on the way.
Looking for choices the sale's on every day, bargains galore all stowed away.
The same brick wall no matter where you stand.
No answers no choices just silence and darkness.
No truth no lies no nothing surprise surprise.
Nothing to say no matter how you try you're heading for a fall.
No matter how you try no matter what you say.
You're still left staring at the same brick wall.

"Arsehole"
 
What an arsehole
What a fucking wanker
What a toss-pot ,a toe rag ,a fart in a jar

I've been dreaming
a dream that keeps recurring
Turn the corner you're there
Turns into a nightmare
Wake with a shout

I'm an arsehole
I'm a fucking wanker
'cos I can't get to grips with what the fuck you're about

I'm an arsehole
I'm a fucking wanker
I'm a toss-pot BASTARD a toe rag FUCKWIT fart in a jar

we're all arseholes
We're a bunch of wankers
We're a bunch of toss-pots FUCKWITS toe rags GOBSHITES farts in a jar

You're all arseholes
You're a bunch of wankers
You're a bunch of toss-pots FUCKWITS toe rags WETWIPES farts in a jar

We're all arseholes
We're a bunch of wankers
We're a bunch of toss-pots FUCKWITS toe rags GOBSHITES farts in a jar

and so on
Note the English spelling of Arsehole

"Bob"
 
Misterwibblegibberwibblegruntw obblegibberwibble who? Bob!
Spends his money takes his choice.
Spends his money like an arsehole.
Good money bad choice just seems to end up with a
Misterwibblegibberwibblegruntw obblegibberwibble? Bob!
Spends his money takes his choice.
Throws his money out the window.
Good money after bad.
Just seems to end up with a grunt.

"All You Need"
 
All your dreams are back where they belong.
All your fears are up and running strong.
The riderless takes the race.
No tears of joy for sad mistakes.
Shot through to an empty soul the horse without a rider charges on.
I'll see an empty shell of a man, torn apart, laid to waste, pin the medal on half a heart.
All you need, all that you can't get, warm morning sun, a familiar silhouette,
but your dreams are slapped away, a whip crack through a rainy day.
The lightning picks on emptiness.
The horse without a rider takes the race.
The thunder races on through dawn.
The horse without a rider charges on.

"Etc."
 
I can feel you breathing down my neck with every breath i take.
A voice to echo 'round my brain there to remind me how to
lose it all, open up a void, lose it all.
Always there breathing down my neck.
Always one step behind me.
Always there to remind me.
I'll feel your arms around me.
I'll taste your blood inside me.
Lose it all, open up a void, lose it all.
Always there breathing down my neck.

"Thief"
 
Waste a smile, waste an afternoon, waste a while just waiting.
Watch the thief follow the aftermath, wasting time just hanging round.
Waste an hour, watch the shadows rolling, watch the thief go walking by.
I'm sure theres always going to be foot marks and fingerprints.
I'm sure there's always going to be thieves and liars, robbers and cheats.
I'm sure there's always going to be eyes in the darkness.
I'm sure there's always going to be thieves and liars.
From me to you.
Waste an hour, waste an afternoon, watch the thief go walking by.

"Verdidn't"
 
Just what lived and just what died is open to conjecture.
The one that walked away can't find the words to say.
In the early morning sun death just did a little dance.
He opened up a grave and stole the day.
He stopped believing.
It's time to lose.
Just what's truth and just what's lies is open to conjecture.
The words that slipped away fell silent to the grave.
Off the early morning sun, dead man's click, a dagger in the ribs.
He opened up a grave and stole the day.
Waiting for the time to lose.

"Take Me Home (Piss Off)"
 
I know it's gone half one, by now we've missed the tubes home, night bus won't take me there.
Can't fly the pilot's pissed, can't walk the ground flies up and hits me.
Best scrape me into a cab and take me home.
I need my charpoi.
Some big cheese all gone sour, enough love to knock a rhino sideways,
got shoved under a bus, some big Hollywood ending,
Bruce Willis shoots them all and gets the girl.
No guns, no girl, somehow i've wound up in Neasden.
So take me home, take me home.
I've had more than i can take for one night.
One i closed i can nearly focus.
Take me home, take me home.
I've had all that i can take today.
It's all ringing in my ears, take me home.
Don't ask i'll tell you, don't ask I'll say the same things over until i'm pissing you off.
Scrape me off the walls, chuck me in a bag, drag me past the bouncers, shove me into a cab and take me home.