“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” – Andre Gide
Perfect House
The cats don’t spill their food
And the floors are clean
There’s absolutely no dust here
It’s just a perfect dream
But this was just an advert
I’m sure this can’t be true
Mr and Mrs Happy are getting divorced
And the house was split in two
Welcome Back to Aggro
He here is, my genuine friend
His violence will reign in the end
A fist and a boot to see him through
Hasn’t got anything better to do
And no one will help him
And no one can help us
Herbert the Hedgehog
Herbert was my special friend
He spiked his hair just like me
Every single place I went
He would follow me
Until that day I bought a car
I did travel wide and far
I saw my friend crossing the road
And I mistook him for a bastard toad
Oh my god! Was that Herbert?
His guts had been turned to sherbet
Herbert the Hedgehog is no more
Now he’s stuck to the floor
SickSadSorry
I was sick as a parrot
I was sad and depressed
Now I’m really sorry
I’m not at my best
Sicksadsorry
Sicksadsorry
Waiting For You
Just waiting for you to call
I didn’t have to wait at all
But something said I should hang on
Now I hope you don’t prove me wrong
Coming Down
Coming down off the ecstasy
Just plain torture and agony
Leslie Crowther once said to me
Come on down and be happy
But all the money in the whole wide world
Won’t change a thing
Reasonably Pissed A.M.
Hair of the dog
Half-past ten
Reasonably pissed a.m.
Sat on the bog
Here we go again
Reasonably pissed a.m.
Midday sun arises
Been up since god knows when
My memory’s really fading man
Reasonably something then
Little Fat Lady
Little fat lady, some might say a tent
Can you count up all the money you’ve spent
Do you remember your lovely holiday in Kent?
When he said OK do you know what he meant?
Did he ever recieve the flowers that you sent?
Ladies and gentlemen I have the pleasure to present
Little fat lady you maybe a little bent
Childs Play
Your kid is now aged three
Twenty years younger than you or me
Do you think that you’re happy
Do you think your child will be happy?
What have you to offer
Nothing that I can see
I’m really glad
That child isn’t me
Red
Bright spark
You took my little red riding manhood
All is dark
I know you’d light me up if you could
Boy stood waiting at the corner of the church
Smoked a cigarette which made him feel worse
Said they should meet for a final encounter
Said he just couldn’t live without her
We’re going to build our nest here
And we’ll call it our home
We will have a clutch of eggs
To call our very own
And our children will carry on
Shaddup, shaddup
You got nothing to say
Why say it again?
I’ve heard it anyway
Put a sock in it
Eat my feet
You’re the shoe
I was bound to meet
Like a bonsai
You cut me
Ah, shaddup
You don’t know what you’re talking about
Would you like some tea?
Yes, please. One lump or three?
You were always so sweet to me
More like a plum than cherry
On my shoulders my head feels so small
When I see my feet I feel so tall
On my mind, I can’t forget at all
A million bricks I would call a wall
From the top I could fall
Bounce like a ball
And call
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