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Airtight Urgency
03:30
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Call me Judas
But don't believe it baby
Or you can call me Brutus
And ask for the special favour
Call me Cupid
But don't fall for the wrong boy
Or you can call me stupid
And sell your love to a total stranger
Call 555 - healing cuts
And seal the hole in the middle where you used to love
I'm getting an airtight urgency
Urgency
Call me Peter
But this show's all over
So won't you crown me feet first
And fill your mind with a new agenda
Talk is ever cheap
But our conversation with the enemy
is worth a hundred hail Mary's
But less than zero to me
This damage you've done
You can't cover it up
When she makes a mistake
You better hold your tongue
The premonition, the misery the fun
The smoke from the gun
The smoke from the gun
Did you push or did she jump?
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2. |
Money (The Pay Off)
04:46
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Of course you are, you’re really very beautiful
Now bring me my tie and polish my new shoes
And slip your arms around my neck so I feel it
And touch the old ache and make me feel nasty
Make me feel nasty
Make me feel...
I got money, money
And I’ve been paid in full
But I’m not the man who’ll give you love
I got money, money
Ooh, it sounds good
Let’s get stupid and get used up
I got money, money
And I’ve been paid in full
But I’m not the man who’ll give you love
I got money, money
Ooh, it sounds good
Let’s get stupid and get used up
Slip your wrists into the shackles
Close the door and turn the light on
Cold comfort, a habit to break
Re-invent yourself again
This is the second best time I’ve ever had
I’ll never have it again
I have memories but they will fade
So I keep walking
Meeting new people in the vain hope
They’ll offer something new
But I doubt it, like I always do
And that’s a problem, it’s me versus you
Versus you
Versus you
I got money, money
And I’ve been paid in full
But I’m not the man who’ll give you love
I got money, money
Ooh, it sounds good
Let’s get stupid and get used up
I got...
(Ad-libs)
Do you like this blouse, I bought it this morning?
I'm not in the least interested
I thought you might be, after all you paid for it.
I like it better than the one you tore, don't you?
It was a bit mean trying to fob me off with £3 after all that happened last night!
I thought I was over-generous
Oh you did, did you? Well I didn't think so!
You see I happen to know that you have over £300!
Oh..
You've got to give me a hundred.
If you don't I...
I shall tell about what you did to me last night
You could be sent too prison for saying something like that.
What a nasty bruise.
I’ll be a good slave
I won’t run away
Of course you are, you're really very beautiful
I said I'd swear to break you, and I will do
I got money, I got money
And I've been paid in full
Of course you are, you're really very beautiful
I said I'd swear to break you, and I will do
I got money, I got money
Ooh, it sounds good
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3. |
Nice Guys
04:59
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I am the singer not the song, remember
When you hear their voice and all is terror
We’ll tax you thinner, you'll work forever
Just see the benefits of labour
And if you want an education then start being clever
We are the winners, we are the saviours
We punish the poor, we write all the papers
So every day you get mail and it tells you to hate us
Vote for us every time
We're the nice guys from the right
Vote for us, we never lie
We’re the nice guys from the right
One nation under the ruse
That the least well off need punishment too
Vote for us, don't think twice
We're the nice guys from the right
Who are you kidding, what are you thinking?
When you hear the crystal glasses clinking
Here’s a toast for the poor, the frail and wizened
You've made us willing, you've made us victims
A criminal disguised as a politician
Oh the shame oh the guilt oh the hatred of women
Vote for us every time
We're the nice guys from the right
Vote for us, we never lie
We’re the nice guys from the right
Our policies are watertight
You wanna live or wanna die?
Vote for us, don't think twice
We're the nice guys from the right
Now that I found you
Things can can only get better
Vote for us every time
We're the nice guys from the right
Vote for us, we never lie
We’re the nice guys from the right
One nation under the ruse
That the least well off deserve punishment too
One nation...
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4. |
Modus Vivendi
04:28
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Hide out in a car in the country
Before the man comes round
Steal another moment of a weakness
As the blood runs out
Sell another soul, trade a pony
You're a millionaire
There's only one man left who can judge you
And he's the one you fear
Red lights, blue lights
Running through my mind
When they wanted to
What am I going through?
Am I gonna lose?
As twilight faces
The world grows colder
Directions are pointing down
The body burns
The heart beats faster
The room, It's spinning around and around
Stow away on board an ocean liner
Across an endless sea
Playing cards are dealt, your misfortune
Only fate that's sealed
The candle burns at both ends
The clock begins the big countdown
Escape now, you want to
We need to
The moonlight shines
The dance begins
The world is turning upside down
And bodies burn faster
The heart pumps harder
Her honey trap has got you now
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5. |
Beat The Stripper
03:13
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I never wanted to use my brain
Hold me baby, share my pain
Beat the stripper for my mistakes
Angel faced, but you looked so white
Faithful witness, tell no lies
Beat the stripper for my sad eyes
Taking a promise into a threat
We keep on doing it, we keep on doing it
You beat me, but you won't beat him
We keep on doing it, we keep on doing it
I want to take you away from this
A different business, a pleasure missed
Beat the stripper, forgot the kiss
Apart from you, I have nothing to hold
I own my lips, but my voice sounds old
Beat the stripper, watch me unfold
I give much more than I'll ever get
Won't starve for sunshine or crave respect
A little piece from the finished set
I'm the offending offer, that spitting red
They keep on doing it
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6. |
So Children...
00:21
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So children.
If someone you don't know offers you something.
Always refuse
Never, ever talk to strangers.
Kid Fist
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7. |
Across The Backs V1.0
04:00
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Across the backs and straight to you
I'm the addicted forever fool
We try to change and lick our wounds
Across the backs and straight to you
Go or come, shit yourself
A second please to shake my tail
Across the backs and cut in two
Come here and get it, really start to use
Looking like a parlour trick
Not costing anything
So tell me, where's the sin?
I'm just a businessman
I lost it all
Trying to save us all
I lost it all
Trying to take control
I've seen too much, to try to care
Asleep on the back seat and enjoying it
Now back to face another truth
If I can't drink it then I know I'm doomed
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8. |
Winning Streak
03:06
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Freak on freak
Hole on whole
It's a pressure point
One to avoid
Test for junk on your expense account
So many loves I can not keep count
Now we'll see if your passion will cease
Or out of aces stop that winning streak
To make your faith nice and clean
Let the truth breathe
I'll chew your pockets
Oh, I'm sure it's still in there
Your soft edges, I mistook it for hunger
I'm eating out from the inside
It's real nice
I get to feel so satisfied
Slipping through the stitches
Unpicking all your fingers
It's all going to slow down
And I'll be the trigger
I'll be the trigger
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9. |
Big Dog
04:36
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10. |
The Lucky One
02:56
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I was always the lucky one
And I compare myself to the fortunate sons
But they all died and I was the only one left
Lord, I survived
She saw my face and looked away
Well fed, but a pale grey
She threw a stone and wished for a better place
Far away
A distant call from a passing ship
Came about unexpected
And in the corner a young couple kiss
As it slowly sinks
The traffic stops from it's gradual crawl
And the people get out and start to walk
The empty shells left, dead in the road
Look Beautiful
But I was always the lucky one
And I compare myself to the fortunate sons
They all died and I was the only one left
Lord, I survived
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Cevin Moore / Kid Fist Doncaster, UK
Writer/ producer/ performer and prolific failure of all the above.
I'm using Bandcamp to archive the tons of music I've been involved with in some way or another since the late 80's
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