"In The Stocks"
 
Join the legion of the damned
heart in a bucket in the lost and found
a label tied to the side of the bucket
please look after this bear.
Kings Corss, Euston, Paddington,
back to Marylebone,
and down to Tyburn.
taking it all down around you
a hearty liquid breakfast inside you.

Can you, point your finger
judge it all on your own terms
and let the whole world go to hell?
Whether sister or brother
it won't work without each other.
Can you turn your eyes,
turn your head,
turn your heart off,
turn and walk away?
Standing on a wobbly soapbox.
A hypocrite I should be in the stocks.
But if you're so pure and innocent
I'll supply the rotten eggs.
Reasons, grievances, what ifs,
are you happiest pissing on your chips?
With your voodoo dolls, thousand yard stare,
and a death wish that'll get you there.

Can you, point your finger
judge it all on your own terms
and let the whole world go to hell?
Whether sister or brother
it won't work without each other.
Can you turn your eyes,
turn your head,
turn your heart off,
turn your heart off,
turn and walk away?

"From Underneath The Ice"
 
From underneath the ice
blue sky's serene
Just let me drift away.

Whatever you want to say I know it all means nothing in the end.
That's the only thing that I know now.

The mirage dances
pretty in the eye.
The golden silence stretches on.

To all the questions the wrong answer.
All to nothing in the end.
That's the only thing I know now.

I want to see you miles away

And you know it all seems miles away
From underneath the ice blue sky looks so serene.
It all seems miles away
The mirage dances pretty in the eye
It all seems miles away
Always nothing from something in the end
It all seems miles, miles away

"There Goes The Waltzinblack"
 
Well there it goes, there goes the Waltzinblack.
Spiralling off into nostalgia
Take a seat.
The sun's shining through the leaves,
grab a little peace amongst the turmoil.
Silently to wait
patiently to hope
an answer returns
unravelled with time.
A moment will pass
to slink to unseen
unravelled with time
to sleep maybe dream
but don't you know?
I'm in a happy place
I can die with a smile on my face remembering.

Take a seat
the sun's shining through the leaves
a little peace amongst the turmoil.
Silently to wait
patiently to hope
an answer returns
unravelled with time.
But no guarantee
and no certain way
with no certain path
and no certainty.
A moment will pass
to slink off unseen
unravelled with time
to sleep maybe dream,
but don't you know?
I'm in a happy place
I can die with a smile on my face remembering

"Mumbo Jumbo"
 
Draw a line in the dirt bring out the worst in a person
hang out the flag on some mumbo jumbo

Enough to turn a good mind bad
enough to twist a simple heart
monarchy religion, and a list of wars

A moulded lie pushed to conform, brain washed by media tycoons
A fat arms deal will pull the strings, religion only fans the flames

Lights out
Enough to turn a good mind bad
Lights out
They'll fuck with you, try twist your head
Lights out
No choice but keep you in the dark
Lights out
they're messing with your hearts
what's it going to be when the oil runs out
what's it going to be when your moneys dead
If history repeats it's just a list of wars

A moulded lie pushed to conform, brain washed by media tycoons
A fat arms deal will pull the strings, religion only fans the flames
enough to turn a good mind bad
enough to twist a simple heart
Power and money politics, and a list of wars

Draw a line in the dirt bring out the worst in a person
hang out the flag on some mumbo jumbo

A moulded lie pushed to conform, brain washed by media tycoons
A fat arms deal will pull the strings, religion only fans the flames
enough to turn a good mind bad
enough to twist a simple heart
Power and money politics, and a list of wars

"Rat Run"
 
The rat ran out from underneath a bush
rat past number 10, ran back again.
A few rattus shenanigans, a cat amongst the pigeons
and a little bit of PR to smooth it over.
The pied piper started sparking up a tune but all the rats just stared at him.
He did a little dance up Highgate hill, little voice said turn again.

Is it coming to this
A rat run
Ain't we better than this?

Middle of it all I get a text from home
the kids are raising merry hell again.
Mums lost the faith, lost the will, lost the plot
she's on the phone to rentokill.
Affray into civil disobedience
right through a race riot
straight into a class war.
mum can't take no more she's calling the big guns in.

Is it coming to this?
A rat run
Ain't we better than this?
It stinks!

As the fat lady started warming up to sing,
not a pretty sound less you're hard of hearing.
Zeus was in the dressing room mixing rum and coke.
About to throw down
'bout to fling a few thunderbolts.
Mind the closing doors!
Watch the hope receding.
Rattus rattus and rattus norvegicus are chewing through the
cables.
It stinks!

Is it coming to this?

A rat run
Aren't we better than this?

I fuckin hope so

It's just a rat run.

"EFL"
 
They used to say that there was chemicals under the ground at Jumbo's.
Outside Brian and Gary's.
Opposite the wonky lift shaft there was something shifty,
under the concrete.
They said you'd hear the echoes of the Grunwicks strike,
the whispers of the dead from world war two,
out in the backroom.
But Ethel was oblivious
just sitting outside letting it all roll by.
She really didn't mind.
No hurry.
Didn't even mind when the meat heads locked horns on the corner,
regular as clockwork.

'cos number 77 weren't quite what Ethel was reckoning on she,
wasn't keen.
Starting out over a cold and frosty graveyeard decided it was time,
time to leave.
See the sights,
get a little bit of life between her and the Pinner road.
She went off round the town and had the time of her life until she came rolling home,
in pieces.
A black expression in her eyes.
Just sat there
letting it roll by
broken hearted.

You can still just about make out Tufty's graffiti over,
number 16.
About the only patr of the street that Ethel would recognise from,
way back when.
But the faces in the bank are still the same,
if just a little bit older, wrinklier, sagging and grey like me.
But that's all fine by me today.
I really don't mind.
No worries.
I'm happy just to sit and let it all go tick tock,
regular as clockwork.

It must be 20 years since I've seen Ethel and I wonder how she is?
Does she still have the time to sit and reminisce on all those years ago?
And I wonder if she still thinks about all the times we
had back when the road ahead was ours?
I hope she's part of something good and happy to watch it all go rolling by.
I hope she doesn't mind?
No worries.
Happy just to sit and let it all go tick tock,
regular as clockwork.

Let it all go rolling on.

"Bones For Company"
 
Cold air,
moving off the sea.
Through the reeds,
mist through the rushes.
Layer on layer,
up the estuary
Wave on wave,
bones for company.

Layer on layer,
waves breaking over sheerness middle sands.
Layer on layer,
breaking over Richard Montgomery.
Layer on layer,
200,000 years laying in the clay.
Layer on layer
not dead just sleeping.

Cold air,
over Byron's tomb.
Over me,
down the kingsfields.
Guinness,
come 4th of July.
Wave on wave,
bones for company.

Three days caged up below high tide
Hear William Kidd singing amazing grave
Layer on layer.
Two hundred thousand years laying in the clay.
Layer on layer,
not dead just sleeping.

With bones for company

"Mary Poppins"
 
Gusting through the trees.
Whips up the leaves.
But it ain't Mary Poppins,
And it ain't E.T.
Just words hanging in the air,
words hanging on the breeze.
Words hanging in the air,
words set free.

Just for a minute I let my mind slip.
Just for a second I let my heart trip.
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
Imagination had the better of me,
'cos it,
Weren't Mary Poppins,
and it weren't E.T.

Just words hanging in the air,
words hanging on the breeze.
Words changed to your heart,
rush through the trees.
Words hanging in the air.
Words set free.

Just for a minute I let my mind slip.
Just for a second I let my heart trip.
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck.
Imagination had the better of me,
'cos it,
Weren't Mary Poppins,
and it weren't E.T.

Just words hanging in the air.
Words hanging on the breeze.
Words chained to your heart,
whistling through the trees,
words chained to your tongue,
falling like leaves.
Words ringing in your ears,
words set free.

Just words hanging in the air,
words hanging on the breeze,
words handing in the air,
words set free.

"I Blame The Parents"

Featuring Bleep Bleep Smack Monkey
 
Chikatilo took me to the woods
I'm in the boot of Ted Bundy's VW
I'm sitting in Ed Geins armchair
I'm under Fred West's patio

I blame the parents

I sleep under the floorboards at Nielson's house
Henry Lee Lucas took me for a pet
I'm laughing at John Wayne Gacy
I'm off playing with Mary Bell

"All Good Things"
 
Ain't it strange,
how things change,
rolling through the years.
All good things,
have an end.
Still I hate to say goodbye.

Good bye to all the summer days,
loved ones lost along the way,
memories and souvenirs,
silhouettes and dusty shelves.
Goodbye to all fair weather friends lost along the way.
It was all worth it,
and this song is still yours and mine.

Well you can camouflage a lie,
deceive the eye,
lie and cheat,
justify deceipt.
You can say you're not responsible,
and let your morals slip.
But I know your heart ain't as empty as that.
I know you meant well
and this song is still yours and mine.

One look in the mirror tells you nothing stays the same.
You can wallow in your loss or accept the change.
You meant well but your days are gone,
and the circle takes us back to where we began.
Like Frankie said somewhere inside there's a small child,
innocence intact.
You can strip away the laters like a Russian doll.
A simple question,
and an innocent answer back.

I know it was worth it all along.
I know your heart ain't as empty as that.
I know you meant well,
and this song's still yours and mine.

Ain't it strange,
how things change.
rolling through the years.
All good things,
have an end.
Still I hate to say goodbye