"Where The Pigs Don't Fly"

Out in the sticks, out in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans
They're sparking up with someone, oh
They're covering up their jumpers in roses, oh

Where pigs don't fly, oh

Out over there, out in the sticky wire fire,
Your royal stickiness your highness
I've heard there's someone saying "I do"
And banging at the old piano tune

Where the pigs don't fly, I do
Where the pigs don't fly, I do

I do...

"He's Dead"

I wake up every day,
But I don't want it that way
I take my thoughts to the round about
Cause me and them we like to get out
Oh what you do in your head,
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
He said he had a horrible house
I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth
He said I had the luck of a son
With all the love and poison of London
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead
Oh what you do in your head
You do in your head
Oh if he is dead...

"The Big Time"

I watch the slow hand
Kill the day,I see my starring mode
take away,
I watch the skyline,for him to come
And when he comes alone,we'll be gone.
And we'll go into the city,into the light
We'll be there in the headlines,
in care of the night
Cause this is the big time
this is the way
Now he's in the big time
he'll show you the way
This is the big time
This is the way
Now he's in the big time
And your in the way...

"High Rising"

You'll hide among the covers and wave as the aeroplanes go by
There's nothing to say when you sleep all day but "bye bye".

Your mind will find another and that's where the days have gone
And all you can hear is a stereo somewhere playing a pig of a song

And you'll know her know her when she comes.
When you turn the light out light out she'll come.

She called you from across the city you hired a car to crawl,
But with the high rise still in your eyes you wonder who's out there at all.

And you'll know her, know her, when she comes.
When you turn the light out, light out, she'll come.
When you turn the light out, she'll come.

Stop making me older, start making me new.

"The Living Dead"

If I was the wife of an acrobat...
Could of had it all...Could of had it all...

Where's all the money gone? - I'm talking to you,
All up the whole in your arm,
is the needle a much better screw?
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
Where is this life of fun that you promised me?
Nothing here works but your works and I mean it
I have to leave
But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
If I was the wife of an acrobat would I look like the living dead, boy?
You're on the wire and can't get back,Let's talk about the living dead
Could have had a car, could have had it all,
Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.
I know where the money's gone - I know what you do
Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's a much better screw
but oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.

"My Dark Star"

In a hired car she will come to England from the sea
And as the tide flows the London snows will come.
And from the skyline shines the lies of the government's singular history
So in a hired world she will buy a gun

And she will come from India with a love in her eyes
That say oh how my dark star will rise

In rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man
But with a tattoed tit she'd die for us all tonight.

And she will come from India with a gun at her side,
Or she will come from Argentina
With her cemetery eyes that say
Oh, how my dark star will rise,

...and she will rise.

"Killing Of A Flash Boy"

All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter
And go shaking on the scene like killing machines
And they know that when she's stacked up top
She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show
Shaking obscene like the killing machines here we go

It's the same old show, He's a killer of a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a killer he's a flashboy oh

Oh if you shake your fake tan thru aerosol land you'll know
That you'll suffer for your sex by the caravanettes oh no
And that sh*tter with the pout won't be putting it about no more
oh shaking obscene like a killing machine he we go

It's the same old show, he's a killer he's a flash boy oh
He's a killer he's a flash boy oh...oh and Athena loves your body

So think of the sea my darling
Think of the sea as you murder me

It's the same old show, he's a killer, he's a flash boy oh
This is the killing of a flash boy oh...

"Whipsnade"

Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the minds of fine enlightend
minds coast to coast

We are only youngbut we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
Cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre
we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire
and we'll move like Nuryev at night

Coast to coast
Side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast

We are only young
but we style out future in the shadow of guns
We are not idle rich
so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch
cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip,
cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
we'll be moving like Nuryev at night

Coast to coast
Side to side
shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' nameswhile pylons hide the suicide
Coast to coast
Side to sideshines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coastSide to side
feel the steel that shines outside the blinds
Coast to coast
Side to side
blades engraved with babies' names...

"Modern Boys"

come unto me my winter son
we could lie on the rails
and when the morning comes
we'll be miles away, miles away
slipping away while the city sleeps
running away from this cruel disease
miles away, miles away

modern boys, modern boys
hand in hand
sick of the fear
chasing away all the hungry years
we're the modern boys

come unto me my sickly thing
we could lie on the rails
but to really win
we'll just drive away, drive away
yes the world calls my international
so let the decades die
let the parties fall
and we'll be miles away, miles away

'cos we'll be living like
modern boys, modern boys
hand in hand
sick of the fear
chasing away all the hungry years
we're the modern boys, modern boys
into the night, under the stars
jumping the lights in the silent cars
he's on your left
i'm on your right
it's so easy in the concrete night

"Together"

She was standing smoking counting stolen change
Don't someone have the guts to complain?
Said "superman I'm a big fan
Let's get something straight
Well you don't have the guts to complain"
Now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand in hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together

I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change
But I don't have the guts to complain
Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you,
That's OK
'Cos now I've got the guts to complain
And now your son's coming out to play
Your son's coming out to play

When you're on your own
Standing by the phone
We should get together
Got a supermarket stance
Just taking it hand-in-hand
We should get together
Just think of the life you'll save
Not stuck in your early grave
We should get together