"Bentswood Boys"

When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll
You smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls
In a white boys world
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
Where the karma comes with the kids and the cat food
You see Tina push the pram
'Cos she was on her back in his estate car
And in the back of his van
Anything is possible for the Bentswood boys
For the Bentswood boys (things are happening)
For the Bentswood boys (mmm... tell it like it is!)
Don't take me down
Don't take me down
Don't take me down south

"Europe Is Our Playground"

Run with me baby, let your hair down
through every station, through every town
run with me baby, let's take a chance
from Heathrow to Hounslow, from the Eastern Block to France

Europe is our playground, London is our town
so run with me baby now

Run with me baby, let your hair down
through every station, through every town
run with me baby, let's make a stand
from peepshow to disco, from Spain to Camber Sands

Europe is our playground, London is our town
so run with me baby now...

"Every Monday Morning Comes"

Oh when you and I
Watch the planes go by, silver in the sky,
Do whatever we like,
Oh you and me
See the birds in the sea
People on the streets, do whatever we please

But every Monday morning comes,
Every Monday morning, yeah
Oh every Monday morning comes
Every Monday morning, yeah
Oh, when you and I


Watch the London sky, Traffic rolling by
Do whatever we like,
So we chase the day away
Feel the morning rain
Piss our money down the drain
And do whatever they say

"Have You Ever Been This Low?"

Have you ever been this low?
The taxis take you where you wanna go
Broken windows, endless television shows
I haven't ever been so low
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home
So much happening today
A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away
They draw the blinds and watch the show
Have you ever been so low?
I am the one, I sing the song
My lights are on but there's nobody home
..nobody home

"Another No One"

She takes the blame, takes the pain but the world smiles
'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away
So she packs her bags, calls a cab and the world smiles
And inside well she feels all right and turns to say:
"Yes it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end."
She feels the sun, phones her mum and the world smiles
'Cos outside in the morning light it's another day
So she packs her bag, smokes a fag and the world smiles
'Cos inside well she feels all right, and turns to say:
"Yes it's the end, the final showdown
Yes it's the end of our small love
You'll have to find another no one to take the shit like I have
Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end... oh well..."

"Young Men"

Tony only reads Asian Babes
Danny's doing doves down the raves
Terry drinks his money away
Oh god, and his sons play drums all day
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again
Les says punk isn't dead
Mick is not impeccably bred
Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh god, and Phil's still off his head
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go again
On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men
Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men
Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men
Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne - the young men

"The Sound Of The Streets"

She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
The cash machines are laughing
At plastic people passing
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie, Sadie in the sound of the streets
Insane as anything, ah ah
Sadie, Sadie kn-knows the sound of the streets
It's the same as anything, ah ah
She sees the midnight taxis
The toilets and the backstreets
She feels the wheels and needs a line
Outside there's crazy parties
There's dames in faces laughing
So many ways to pass the timeSadie...
She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future
She walks the streets to pass the time
Inside she feels like winter
For the child that died within her
She walks the streets to pass the time
Sadie...

"Money"

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get flash get cash get phoney

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get rich get stitched get lonely

So come and amaze me so come and amaze me
It takes everyone every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get wheels, get heels, get sloaney

You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come on and amaze me with your money
You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
Get fucked, pissed up, get loaded

So come and amaze me, so come and amaze me
It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum
Some find a one and a one turns them on, it's money

"W.S.D."

Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill it's sadder than it probably sounds
He gets lovely the more he's ill don't o.d. on him now
Dressed as a woman with horrible hair and singing to the birds in town
Who goes walking through traffic out there don't o.d. on her now

Oh is it true what they say about you?
Oh is it true what they say about you two?

Married to me is a hungry son who wants to push me from the 2nd floor
We're so disco we can't get on in this world anymore

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag it's sadder than it probably sounds
So fucking what if he's licking the bag, don't o.d. on him now

Oh, is it true what they say about you?
Oh, is it true what they say about you two?

"This Time"

Oh, day after day, every morning
The city sighs and cars collide
Oh we take the train
Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands
An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey
Wash it away
Oh, cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones
Oh, day after day, every morning
The roundabouts will take us out
Past every train in every station
Traffic signs and circle lines
Oh we wash it away, we wash it away this grey
Wash it away
Oh, cos this time is yours and mine
Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds
This scene is you and me
Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones