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+====== Paroles ======
+===== Sick On The Bus =====
+==== KILL YOURSELF ====
+, 20, Vision, but you can’t see, Blinded by, Hypocrisy, Your mind, a closed book, Blank pages, ain’t worth a look, You never stop,You never stop to think, You just tow the line, You tow the line you make us sink CH Kill Yourself Go shopping yeah out of town, It’s so handy no run around, You go to work, yeah every day You don’t mind you get paid, What a great career, You go to work for fifty years, And at the end of it all You’re left to rot you stupid fool. CH Kill Yourself Slash your wrists, You won’t be missed, Just a name crossed off a list, Just a puppet on a string They jerk the cord, You dance and sing, You’re dragging me down, You’re depressing me Just kill yourself, kill yourself, And set me free.
+==== LOSER ====
+Waiting for a bus and it’s starting to rain well it always happens again and again I’ve got a list of debtors ten feet tall I’ve got enough fucking bills to paper the wall CH I’m a loser, that’s what I am, I’m a loser, I’m a loser in your eyes I am l-l-l-l-l-l-loser My best girls gone and I feel sad, but it’s not her fault cos I treated her bad My cupboard’s bear I’ve got no bread, I sleep on the floor ain’t got no bed But how can I lose when I don’t play you’re game, Just one up on the Jones baby, You’re all the same, It’s a rat race but I don’t run cos I ain’t no rat man, I just want some fun.
+==== I DON’T BELIEVE ====
+I don’t believe in the church, I don’t believe in the schools I don’t believe in policemen, I don’t believe in the rules I don’t believe in the rich , I don’t believe in the poor I don’t believe in no TV baby, I don’t believe in the law CH I don’t believe, I don’t believe, I don’t believe television I don’t believe in love, I don’t believe in hate, I don’t believe in no supermarket, I don’t believe in the state, I don’t believe in work, don’t believe in your car, I don’t believe in peace man, I don’t believe in war I don’t believe religion I don’t believe in heaven, I don’t believe in hell I don’t believe in politicians or the lies they tell I don’t believe in love, I don’t believe in hate I don’t believe in no supermarket, I don’t believe in the state I don’t believe in the system.
+==== YOU MAKE ME SICK ====
+Since you’ve been around I’m out of control, my head’s in a mess and my blood runs cold Since you’ve been around I’m in a state, you got me so I can’t think straight CH You make me sick Move my legs, but I can’t walk, open my mouth, But I can’t talk Open my eyes, But I can’t see, What the fuck is wrong with me UGLY Music SOTB / Lyrics Smith Here we are in your car driving through the city you’ve got the cash your acting flash, it’s a shame you ain’t pretty, We must be blind you’re so kind but looks ain’t everything, Don’t get a start, Don’t look the part or that’s the way it seems CH It’s a pity you’re not pretty, It’s a pity you’re so ugly Beautiful cover girl men would kill for you, Great curves, looking good just one glance fall in love Beauty skin deep, inside rotten stink, full of hate and despise running round telling lies Judge book by the cover buy sweets cos of the wrapper, ever thought of looking deeper or ain’t you got the brain for that.
+==== MAKE IT ON MY OWN ====
+Sent off to school for my education, Twist my young mind and manipulation, Reinforce their morals on the TV screen, I’ll make it on my own and I need no help from you. Packed off to college, I don’t wanna go, Teach me a load of things I don’t wanna know, And none of that shit will ever be any use. I’ll make it on my own and I need no help from you. CH I’ll make it on my own and I need no help, I’ll make it on my own and I need no help, I’ll make it on my own and I need no help from you! Come up and see me and you act real nice, And then you start to offer all your friendly advice But can’t you see I don’t need anything. I’ll make it on my own and I need no help from you. But still you keep coming up to me, And you still think you know what’s best for me Why don’t you go fuck yourself. I’ll make it on my own and I need no help from you.
+==== WORLD DOMINATION ====
+We can provide everything, Your little heart’s desire Just sit back relax and put your feet up by the fire Turn on your TV, And let us in your home, We’ll bombard you with bullshit, You’ll never be alone CH Oh yeah, it’s really here, world domination from your armchair Role models for us to follow are paraded on the screen, Advert, advert, You’ve lapped ‘em up Possessions now your dreams, You can surf the internet Computers are really cool, You can watch child porn, No need to go to school Science fiction? Reality? It’s getting hard to tell, They say it’s new clean and fresh But it’s got a familiar smell, It’s a smell that I have smelt, a thousand times before The stench of bullshit, Death and lies all protected by the law.
+==== I LIKE YOU ====
+Look at me babe cos I’m looking at you, yeah, Look at me babe cos I’m looking at you Look at me cos I’m looking at you and I like everything I see,I love the way you walk and talk, I like what you’re doing to me CH And I like the things you say, And I like the clothes you wear And I like the things you do, And I like you! Talk to me babe, I wanna talk to you, Yeah, talk to me babe, I wanna talk to you Walk with me and talk with me, I’ll tell you the way I feel, I’ll tell you what I like about you. I’ll make you feel unreal
+==== NEVER ENOUGH ====
+Vodka burning in my brain, my eyes are full of lust, My balls are aching oh so much, I think they’re gonna burst. Can’t wait to get you home, right here will have to do, Don’t care what happens now, As long as I’m with you. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough. Drink and drugs never enough, You know the way it is, Like when you’re coming down, Just one more, wrap of whizz Just one more toke, one more beer, I need to fry my brain, my liver, lungs and my head will never be the same. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough. Ankle deep to the makers name, Sweat pouring down like it’s fucking rain, My hands are full, my eyes are too, I need more limbs, got things to do. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough.
+==== YOU’RE SO MEAN ====
+You said we’re going out, so why am I alone? Sitting here drinking, waiting by the phone? You said you’re gonna call, but then you never do, No wonder I’m sick and tired of you! Chorus: You’re so mean! Seen you carrying on around town, Giving me that run around, It’s the same old story, again, again, again! ‘Don’t worry honey, were just friends!” Chorus: You’re so mean! I’ve tried real hard, but everything is wrong, You’re gonna miss me, when I’m gone, It ain’t my fault; it’s down to you, I’m gonna find somebody new.
+==== EVERYTHING’S SHIT ====
+Everywhere that you go, Everybody that you know , Everything that you eat, Everybody that you meet Everything you wanna do, Everything you wanted to, Everybody that you see, Everything you wanna be Chorus: It’s fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! It’s fucking rubbish. Every fucking boring day, Every record that you play, Everywhere you’re going to, Everyone that knows you Everything that makes you glad, Everything you’ve ever had, Everything that you are, Your sad existence so far. Chorus: It’s fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! It’s fucking rubbish. Everything’s shit! Yeah, what you gonna do about it, Yeah nothing Ah come on then, you fucking tossers! It’s fucking bullshit, and I hate it, The Wern’t are fucking rubbish, and you know it! I hate every thing about you; you sad bag of crap, I wish you’d just fuck right off Away from this fucking earth, You pathetic, Gormless piece of spasticated shit. I wanna fucking . . . Everything’s shit EVEN ME!
+==== NO NEED FOR THAT! ====
+People say I’m dirty, my mind is unclean, But I’ve got the right to be heard and seen, You say you don’t like me, you wish I’d go away, Well tough fucking shit cos I’m here Chorus: To fucking stay! You don’t ever listen, you’ll never understand, Just by discrimination dismissed out of hand, Fly away Peter come back another day, Well I’m here right now with something. Chorus: To fucking say!
+==== PARTY TIME! ====
+Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we won’t stop until we’re ill, Flying like an aeroplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but it’s too late 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but it’s too late, hand cuffs, magistrate Let’s go up-stairs and mess around Getting up and going down In the flesh it’s for real, This is how I like to feel, Ain’t about to hurt no one, it’s our way of having fun Turn the volume up to ten, never gonna sleep again, Chorus: Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we won’t stop until we’re ill, Flying like an aeroplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: Police cell, flashing lights, In the dock, what a night Doors bang, lights out, Throw the book no doubt, Coming down, feeling bad, All alone, so fucking sad.
+==== I DON’T THINK SO ====
+Listen here boy, I got something to say, Time to grow up and pay your way, No getting drunk, don’t fool around, And get your feet back on the ground. Chorus: Settle down with a push button wife. A couple of kids and a cosy little life, Settle down with a push button wife, I don’t think so! Knuckle down boy, you’ll be all right, Work all day, you can sleep all night! Get a nine to five, It’s the way to go, You’ll get a microwave, TV and a Stereo Chorus: Don’t need your friends no more, Don’t get the phone, don’t get the door Are you happy in your insular cell? You think you’re in heaven, But it sounds like hell. Chorus:
+==== SCARY IN THE DARK ====
+So you’ve been out dancing, and now you’re on your way home. It’s getting dark now, and you’re all on your own! Well there’s someone in the shadows, You hear footsteps behind you, They’re getting louder and louder, They’re getting nearer and nearer. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see? You see nothing, cos there’s nothing to see, But you can’t put your mind at rest, And you don’t know what to do for the best? You’ve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see, You see nothing, cos there’s nothing to see, But you can’t put your mind at rest, And you don’t know what to do for the best? You’ve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone.
+==== ALL OVER AGAIN ====
+Bazza’s only forty and he’s really off his head, Cuts his arms, Burns his skin, But nothing seems to bleed! Chorus: All over, All over . Mateys gotta little twitchy with a terminal brain disease, Swamp walk down the high street, giggling if you please, The motors try to dodge him, and then he’s sick on the bus Chorus: All over, All over . . . He washed his arse in a puddle, called life x 2. Potty, potty, potty, baby in a guarded room. High dosage pills, needles and wires, and nothing seems to change. Chorus: All over again.
+==== GET IT ON ====
+Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, And her sweaty armpit, you can fuck, The old man up his fucking sphincter, You can fuckants old dear with a vibrator. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on! Baby I could be your lady, You could be my lover, Get you under cover, In the back of your car, You can lick my doo dah, No waiting for the night time, Any time is the right time. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on! Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, You can stick it anywhere you fucking like, Cos I’m fucking gonna, If I get half a fucking chance. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on!
+==== PUNK POLICE ====
+The beer is flowing and we’re having a real good time, The music’s pumping and were feeling fine. But who’s that walking through the door? It’s P.C.-P.C. 1984 Chorus: Punk Police, Punk Police, It’s, Oh No. The Punk Police, Punk Police, Punk Police, Mind your P’s and Q’s and what you eat You drink my beer and then you slag me down, But we don’t share, no common ground, Your Bullshit theories, I’ve heard before, I don’t subscribe, to your Punk Rock Law! Chorus: I can’t sell out, cos I was never in, Of your right on, political thing, Just more restrictions and yet more rules, P.C. Hitler’s and brainless fools! Chorus: I’m a cliche you’re a wanker! I’m a loser no fucking pop star! You’re a scrounger you must admit! You’re a liar and you’re full of shit!
+==== YOU LIE! ====
+Do you believe in this country, Great and True, Do you believe the shit they sell to you, The truth is what I wanna know. CH. You lie! Your best friend told me that you lie! Your sister and your brother said you lie! Your mother and your father said you lie! Your whole fucking family said you lie! Do you believe in this country great and true, Do you believe a fucking word I say. CH. You lie! A song about mans inability to tell the truth, from politicians, church leaders to your friends and family and your lover! You lie!
+==== EVERYWHERE ====
+See the cameras in the store, Can’t nick from here no more. All your movements down on tape, TV hell no escape. CH. Everywhere you ever go they’ve got you recorded on their video, Everywhere you’ve ever been they’ve seen your face on their TV screen. From the cradle to the grave, Cameras spy; You behave! Sneaking out of my back door, You won’t keep tabs on me no more. CH. Everywhere you etc. We seem to spend more and more time under surveillance, with people being herded together, in shopping centres, leisure complexes and industrial parks. It makes it very easy for THEM, to keep an eye on us; most major roads have cameras on them, they know where you where, when you were there, who you were with and what you were doing. Not good news!
+==== ARTIFICIAL ====
+You can’t see me, You can’t hear me, You don’t know me, You can’t feel me. CH. I’m artificial. You’re looking at me, Well I’m not real, There’s nothing to touch, and nothing to feel. A river of lies, flows from my mouth, If I tell you north, I really mean south. CH. I’m artificial. This is about my own inability to tell the truth.
+==== JUST SEX ====
+No strings attached, no wedding rings, No semi detached, no kids or things, No mortgage arrears, no heavy debts, No Ford Sierra and no household pets. CH. Look out girl here I come. Just sex. No lies to tell, no excuse to make, No finding out, about a double date, No breaking up, no equal cut, No divorce proceedings, just a dirty slut. CH. Look out girl . . . Self explanatory really, no love, no feelings, just tits, bums, cocks, fannies, balls, tongues, root vegetables and inanimate household objects.
+==== WHERE DID I GO WRONG? ====
+Well everything I do just ends in a mess, It always happens, and I couldn’t care a less. But it’s being going on for far too long, I can’t seem to separate right from wrong! CH. Where did I go wrong. You’re supposed to grow out of your childish ways, But I’m getting worse day by day, I’m living my life in a constant state, A state of paranoia, it just ain’t right. CH. Where did I go wrong. I’m not really sure whether it’s me who’s wrong; or the rest of the fucking world! Something’s not right!
+==== NEED YOUR LOVE ====
+I’m a man who’s as cold as ice, got no heart to tear apart, no emotions to bring me down, just out for what I can get, we go out and have a real good time, and you want to keep a part of me. You say you love me, well I don’t mind, it’s just three words to me! CH. Need your love, keep your love. I’m a man, but no Romeo so keep what your giving to me, don’t want no Juliet, I just wanna be free, we go out and have a real bad time and your always on my back, you say you hate me, but I don’t mind, it don’t mean nothing to me. CH. Need your love, keep your love. This is about when you don’t wanna go out with your partner anymore; but you still want sex with them. A difficult subject broached at the best of times!
+==== WAKE UP ====
+How did I get in this state? Can’t seem to concentrate. Eyes red, brain dead, legs don’t work. Can’t get out of bed. It’s no good just can’t cope, sliding down the slippery slope, Head gone, girl gone, straight jacket won’t be long. CH. Is this true is this real, or am I dreaming? 4 a.m. soaked in sweat, I wake up screaming! Is this heaven or is this hell, comfy in my cushioned cell, nice jacket but where’s the pants, run away given half the chance, Here I am strapped in this chair, shaved my legs, shaved my hair, K-Y jelly on my head, 30 seconds, I’ll be dead. CH. Is this true . . . A song about going OTT with mind bending substances. Fun for all the family!
+==== NEW LIFE ====
+New life tired of this way of living, New life too much taking and not giving, New life no need for your religion the kind of place, you know what I’m talking about! New town living behind barbed wire, New town the place is a complete disaster, New town yeah rotten to the core, Always oppression and restrictions. New girl her face is so refreshing, New girl different from the rest, New girl in need of my loving, She’s beautiful, she’s irresistible New world let’s throw away the planet, New world and the people who try to run it, New world yeah make my day, Throw away this urban decay. The fabric that our society is based on is rotten to the core, it’s about time we had a clean start.
+==== BE LIKE ME ====
+You’re a mess, you must confess, The state of your hair, and the way that you dress, You’re stand there waiting, hesitating, You never make the move, your always contemplating. CH. Be like me, Nobody’s fool! Your the fool, you use the rules, You might wake up, and start to live someday, So decide, don’t run and hide, you might as well die, and see, If you can start again. CH. Be like me, Nobody’s fool! Don’t conform, do what you want; not what you’re told. Make you own rules, you brain dead fuckers!
+==== RICH BITCH ====
+Saw you baby in a pub last night, You said I wouldn’t be yours, cos I didn’t look right, With long dark hair, and ripped up jeans, You said hey man, you just ain’t my scene. CH. Rich bitch gonna make you mine! High heels and a long red dress, You drink champagne, with such finesse, But pretty soon you’ll be on your knees, begging me please. CH. Rich bitch gonna make you mine! Saw me baby in a pub last night, You said I’m yours, cos I looked right, Well I kept my hair and I kept my jeans, and you’re the bitch who’s on your knees. CH. Rich bitch gonna make you mine! This song is really about how rich people think their shit doesn’t stink, just because you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth, doesn’t mean, you shouldn’t have the best, you have as much right to be on this planet as anyone else. (Or is it about a girl I wanted to get off with, down the Bell at Addington).
+==== BE ALONE ====
+I don’t like you, never will do, Sit in my bedroom, and drink from a bottle, Put on the stereo, don’t want the radio, Put on a record from ‘77. CH. Now I wanna be alone. We’re here again, and nothing’s happening, Stare at the four walls, stare at the ceiling, Some crazy ritual we have to go through, Your conversation Mind numbingly boring. CH. Now I wanna be alone. This song is about sitting on a box in my bedroom, drinking beer, listening to my records and seeing my girlfriend, coming up the hill and thinking .fucking hell . not again.
+==== BRAIN DEAD ====
+You walk around with nothing in your head, like a stretcher case you’re brain dead. No one seems to care what you do, No one cares, least of all, you. CH. You’re brain dead! Lights are on, but no ones at home, by yourself, you’re always alone, you go to work from nine to five, better check your pulse, see if your alive. CH. You’re brain dead! Mindless millions believe everything they read in the paper and everything they see on the television set. Get off your fat arses and wake up to what’s going on.
+==== I HATE YOU ====
+I don’t care about you, The things you say, and the things you do. All you ever do is moan, so just fuck off, leave me alone. CH. I hate you. Had enough of your boring ways, days with you are dull days, all you ever do is moan, so don’t you call me on the phone. CH. I hate you. A song about the girl walking up the hill.
+==== LET’S DANCE ====
+Come on little lady, I’ve got my eye on you, Let’s get into some movement, Let’s have a dance or two. CH. Well let’s dance, Put on your dancing shoes, C’mon little lady, let’s shake it to the rhythm, let’s shake to the rhythm let’s boogie. We’ve got the wheels ‘a turning, Pick up a beer or two, yeah! We’re going out now, we’ll send a postcard to you. We only look for a good time, Sick of the same old sounds, Why don’t you try to listen? We ain’t doing nothing wrong! CH. Well let’s dance, Put on your dancing shoes, C’mon little lady, let’s shake it to the rhythm, let’s shake to the rhythm let’s boogie. Not just about dancing, It’s about not being afraid to have a good time.
+==== LAW AND ORDER ====
+Go out at night, for a drink, Fucking hooligan, is what they think, And you know it won’t be long, Before you’re accused of doing wrong. CH. Law and order up your arse. Have a good time, they think it’s a crime, have too much, you’ll spend some time. They can’t wait, to get you nicked, In a cell counting bricks. CH. Law and order up your arse. I wrote this song when I was 16 because I hated the pigs for pushing me around. Still do bastards!
+==== SET FIRE ====
+Set fire to someone in authority. An amusing way of dealing with the pigs, traffic wardens, teachers, parents, judges, probation officers, government officials, and any fucker else who thinks they have the right to tell you what to do. Die you bastards!

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