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BIGHEAD SUPERSTAR

Big head superstar
Well you wanna go far
But your talents got you nowhere
Not with the ego the size of an office block
And its a shame but its the end
Its a shame but its the end
Its a shame
Its a crying shame
Your game is up because its the end

Big mouthed ballad boy
Oh! You think you're SO COY
Writing ditty little love songs
But every relationship you ever had you fucked up
And its a shame but its the end
Its a shame but its the end
Its a shame
Its a crying shame
Your game is up because its the end

There must be more to your sad life
Than splashing out on bad advice
You joined us at your insistance
You walked away from your commitments
Yeah...it's a crying shame

And its a shame but its the end
Its a shame but its the end
Its a shame
Its a crying shame
Your game is up because its the end

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YOU'RE SO GREAT

Who's your number one?
Now that we are gone?
Who's your latest scream?
You saw him on a TV screen
Baby we were like that
But not anymore
Put it on an 8-track
Know the score

You're so great!
You probably think this sing is about us
You're so great
When you HATE
You're so great
When you HATE

Grab your steering wheel
And tell me how it feels
Pretend that you're clean
You know the words to "Village Green"
Baby we were like that
But not anymore
Put it on an 8-track
Know the score

You're so great!
You probably think this sing is about us
You're so great
When you HATE
You're so great
When you HATE

You're so great!
You probably think this song is about us
Oh yeah
You're so great!
You probably think this sing is about us
Oh yeah
You're so great
You probably think this son is about ME!

You're so great!
You probably think this sing is about us
You're so great
When you HATE
You're so great
When you HATE
You're so fucking great
You never hesitate!

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I STILL BELIEVE

Oh moma I'm lost
I'm lost in the crowd
I've been looking for a way out
An exit
But there's none to be found
Oh moma I know
You only reap what you sow
But when you worry 'bout the mortgage
The pay-check or the coffee to go
Won't you take me back home
To the silent sound?
Won't you tell em there's someone out there
Who cannot be found
I swear

I still believe
In everything you've got say
Spread my wings
I'll fly away
Oh let it be
Although I've tried a hundred times
I'm still yours and you're still mine
Baby we're just out of time!

Oh sister you drop
Gonna catch your fall
Spinning like a spaceship in orbit
Man, you're out of control
And you're my sun
Shine on me
Bathing in a sunbeam
I'm happy
Because you're setting me free
Won't you take me back home
To the silent sound?
Won't you tell em there's someone out there
Who cannot be found
I swear

I still believe
In everything you've got say
Spread my wings
I'll fly away
Oh let it be
Although I've tried a hundred times
I'm still yours and you're still mine
Baby we're just out of time!

Now I'm not here to cause you heartache
I'm not here to cause you pain
I'm addicted to your karma
Its your heartbeat keep me sane
Won't you take me back home
To the silent sound?
Won't you tell em there's someone out there
Who cannot be found
I swear

I still believe
In everything you've got say
Spread my wings
I'll fly away
Oh let it be
Although I've tried a hundred times
I'm still yours and you're still mine
Baby we're just out of time!

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MOSHPIT (ode to the joy of the gig)

Oh won't you stop dancing on my girlfriends shoes?
We paid a lot of money to watch this concert too!
Oh! Dancing in the moshpit

The T-shirt I bought cost me twenty pounds
Thanks for the pricey beer and the very shabby stage
sound
Oh! Dancing in the moshpit...tonight

Please tell me why the import cost an arm and leg
I thank the internet for a quality bootleg!
Oh! Digital moshpit

You've left your "rock" and gone for the muzak sound
Collaberate with George Michael... my mummy's proud
Oh! Sold out in the moshpit

Oh! Remix the moshpit
Call Basement Jaxx or an Indian DJ
They'll sell your record...you'll sell it anyway
Oh! Out of tune in the moshpit

It's the record industry that makes me sick.

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ON YOUR SHOULDERS

You're not alone
Coz I swear
I'm there sittin' on your shoulders
Don't be afraid
I don't care
If you go drinkin', takin' drugs or getting laid

You my friend to the end
We just might fix what we've broken
Heavy sigh, hand on heart
And maybe make a brand new start
You're not alone
Coz I swear
I'm there sittin' on your shoulders
Don't be afraid
I don't care
If you go drinkin', takin' drugs or getting laid

Its too much
out of touch
its too much

Take a look inside me
There's not too much space honestly
Call me bad, call me sad
But am I truly, truly, truly mad?
You're not alone
Coz I swear
I'm there sittin' on your shoulders
Don't be afraid
I don't care
If you go drinkin', takin' drugs or getting laid

You will gasp up for time
blah balah blah (not sure yet!!)
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Maybe maybe maybe maybe thats luck!
You're not alone
Coz I swear
I'm there sittin' on your shoulders
Don't be afraid
I don't care
If you go drinkin', takin' drugs or getting laid

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THE GIRL WITH THE SUN IN HER HAIR

Here she comes
The girl with the sun in her hair and I see
The beauty of her majesty
Here she comes
The girl with teh diamonds in her eyes
My surprise
To watch that beauty as I rise

And I find all the time
It's no enough to be in love
Coz I need more
Thats what I need you for

Look at her
The Girl with the world in her soul
And I've heard
Shes the one that keeps me turned
Look at her
The girl with the summer in her dress
I'm impressed
She keeps my mind on to the best!

And I find all the time
It's no enough to be in love
Coz I need more
Thats what I need you for

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NOT IN MY NAME!

Uncle Sam is acting tough
America has had enough
Georgie boy is really mad
Bombing Baghdad for his dad

All this toil over oil's on the boil
We're all bored with rattling swords
Wave your flag or wave your fist
It's your decision
Everybody knows it wrong
And it's not in my name

You bend and break to your politicians will
The world moves forward they stand still
Raise a cheer as the troop ships go
Sailing off for an Alamo

All this toil over oil's on the boil
We're all bored with rattling swords
Wave your flag or wave your fist
It's your decision
Everybody knows it wrong
And it's not in my name

Oh say can you see by the dawns early light?
A nation of violence and military might
Land of the brave its the home of the free
Bombing and bombing for democracy
And its not in my name

(Who is next on your hidden agenda?
Is it Syria, Iran or Libya?
You gonna rattle Russia
Take a crack at China?
Georgie Boy?
You ain't my president)

SEXY IN THE 90’S

Malcolm and Lisa look normal
To the untrained eye
But Malcolm’s into toilet sports
Oh my oh my
Lisa, she wears leather
She says “sex was so much better”
In the 90’s, in the 90’s
We were sexy in the 90’s

It’s alright, it’s OK
We were sexy in the 90’s
It’s alright
Where is my PVC and my condoms too
Put me in a dress and call me Sue
Put me in a cage with a mask in my head
Give me stockings and suspenders
Take me to bed

Peter and André they’re lovers
In a classical Greek way
The neighbours are curious
But they don’t know what to say
Peter wears ping
Because André likes it loud
They enjoy anally
Because they’re gay and they’re proud

It’s alright, it’s OK
We were sexy in the 90’s
It’s alright
Where is my PVC and my condoms too
Put me in a dress and call me Sue
Put me in a cage with a mask in my head
Give me stockings and suspenders
Take me to bed

Were you sexy in the 90’s?

CARTON ROUGE
As with any football song, you learn it by singing it
If you have problems, replace the existing lyrics with these everyday football expression used by fans.

Please note that we say “fans” and not those cunts who are taking the game away from the game!

Come on ref!
Never!
Penalty!
My god he is soooo shit!
Fuck this, I’m going home
How much for a hot dog?
That new shirt looks crap
Or even worse very “Village People”
How much for that shirt?
Oh well, like a blinkered follower
I’ll still buy it and let the kids go hungry for week
But still…
Football is a game not an industry

HOMERUN
Well what you give is what you get
Although you ain’t seen nothing yet
Coz what us top is at the bottom
And what is bottom is at the top
But if you know what I mean
And if you live in a dream
And if you’re easily seen
Well you know what I mean
Oh yeah!

Well if the writings on the wall
Then you don’t get it at all
Coz when the revolutions near
You better my dear

We haven’t done
Anything to anyone
We
Got on the run
With anything and anyone

Come and vote for me
And you do the lottery
Coz if something then you’re nothing
And if you’re nothing then you’re s.s.s.s.something

We haven’t done
Anything to anyone
We
Got on the run
With anything and anyone

DETROIT
Head for the city
Leaving the suburbs
Checking out the crack
Shop through the windows
Feeling your dollars
Please don’t look every back

It cannot be that right
Double-sided in Detroit tonight

Teenage mothers
Drive-by gangsters
Raising hell in the ‘hood
You live in a penthouse
Gucci suitcase
Isn’t life so good?

Can rifles be that nice
The NRA are on patrol tonight

It cannot be that nice

The following is a view from a Detroit native
His opinions are not necessarily those of this European band
You dig, sucker?

Can crack be such a life?
You’re double-sided in Detroit tonight

More opinions on “wonderful” Detroit by that son of the city
You dig again, sucker?