Joker Hysterical Face -
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JOKER HYSTERICAL FACE [top of page]
They say nothing ever changes
She had a Joker Hysterical Face
Her back head's full of skriking kids [1]
Joker Hysterical Face!
Ted Rogers' brains burn in hell
Joker Hysterical face!
By order of the assessor
Joker Hysterical Face!
When he came home, the hi-fi was playing
Your face! (x10)
Note: [1] "skriking" is northern British slang for crying
MARQUIS CHA-CHA [top of page]
He can never go home
Stranded in South America
Marquis Cha Cha
Marquis Cha Cha
Hey you people over there
Intelligentsia
I'm from a town called
One point is made here
HARD LIFE IN COUNTRY [top of page]
It's hard to live in the country
At three a.m.
It's hard to live in the country
Paper local
Its tough in home country
It's good to live in the country
Look at yourself as a man
Leather soles stick on precinct flagstones
The villagers
ROOM TO LIVE [top of page]
Some people want stars in eyes
There's a new club in town
Foreigners and Experts go in
Some people think happy is way to live
Violence is just waiting for its due
Some people want money around
DETECTIVE INSTINCT [top of page]
You can tell by his fashion
SOLICITOR IN STUDIO [top of page]
Young dicks make TV
Law expert makes studio
Solicitor in studio
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
But solicitor in studio
From the start, trouble with mike
Solicitor in studio
He inadvertently proved the point
Shh Shh Shh
Solicitor in studio
Note: [1] In live versions this line was often replaced with: "late in his life"
PAPAL VISIT [top of page]
Hosannah LIE DREAM OF A CASINO SOUL [top of page]
Well, I didn't eat the weekend
I got no nerves left Monday morning
And I guess this just goes to show
I'm a bit jagged right now
FANTASTIC LIFE [top of page]
Got eighteen months for espionage
Dole penicillin to eastern ching plague-ridden
Ours is not to look back
Met a 54 year old dustbin man
Style's too easy to buy nowadays
The Siberian mushroom Santa
No lie, friend called David
And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you
I walked right (West) round Wakefield Jail
NOTES [top of page]
The last 2 songs (Lie Dream Of A Casino Soul & Fantastic Life) were originally released on 7" single and were included on the CD reissue of Room To Live
Which is certainly true of the Poly-ocracy
The sweetest sound she had ever heard
Was the whinging and crying due to the recession.
In fact, if you get up pretty close enough
There's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
Ted Rogers' brains burn in hell
And there's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
There's no cure so find a case for it
There's no cure so find a cause against it
He made a mistake three times at least
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice X2
She threw his dinner down on the table
And there's no cure so find a cause for it
There's no cure so find a case for it
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice
Let's face it, you don't make the same mistake twice
When he'd finished eating, the hi-fi cried
[...]
Your face! (x10)
He can never go home
Nothing to go home for
Just another Brit in the bar
Hernandez Fiendish comes over to me
Offers a job as broadcaster
That's how I came to be
He can never go home
But is O.K. by him
The generals have many enemies
And them I single out
What does it concern me about?
Good riddance to my native country
It never did a thing for me
It's a better life here
And I am not a traitor
He can never go home
Now here is his show
And those in sea and air
It has been theirs for years
It is a good life here
Football and beer much superior
Gringo gets cheap servant staff
Low tax and a dusky wife
Although your radio has been jammed
I heard talk about by chance
You educated kids know what you're on about
You've been oppressed for years
I hear Rosso-Rosso over there
And you have cha-cha clubs
You should hear the rosso-rosso stuff
I understand you
Mmmm
Marquis Cha Cha
He can never go home
He can never go home
The scourge of rosso-rosso
So what if I do propaganda?
After a few steins I feel better
But that broken down fan
They never fix it, them dumb Latins
There's a bayonet beside my head
There's a guard in the annex
Marquis Cha Cha
He never did go home
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
The stick people recede
The locals get up your nose
And leather soles stick on cobble stones
It has a delicate ring
Nymphette new romantics come over the hill
It gets a bit depressing
Drunken scandal
Publish your address as well
Locals surround where you dwell
Old ladies confiscate your gate railings
For government campaigns
Councils hold the ring
D. Bowie look-alikes
Permeate car parks
Grab the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
You can get down to real thinking
Walk around look at geometric tracery
Hedgehogs skirt around your leathered soles
Fall down drunk on the road
It's good to live in the country
The valley rings with ice-cream vans
It's good to live in the country
Small up town Americas like your outskirt town
Are surrounding the house
The locals have come for their due
It's hard to live in the country
Some people want eyes in stars
They've been like that for years
They've been like that for years
I suspect they're just if if if
I just want room to live
Plenty of space to posy around
It's a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
(I'll stick around the center always
Even if it is run down.)
Some people wanna be joining the club
Thinks to be on the clientele is big
I just want room to live
And through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like the murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don't tolerate ordinary folk
and folk look at me strange
But I'll give them this at least:
They pay for what they eat
Visitors and peripherers never give
I just want room to live
Some men want to cram up to women
I've been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There's a D.H.S.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues cassette on the dashboard
There's no hate to the point I give
I just want room to live
You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round
And some men want reporters with no wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They've got to tell you what they think
And some men want reporters with no wig
I just want room to live
That boy's been in prison
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
Always do it
Two thugs knocked down an old tree for an old lady's whim
Detective instinct
They were reasonable at first, it seemed
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
A retired of integrity
He was a blubbering heap
He should have served himself up
Preferably in a restaurant with meat
And wit...
...goes with
Detective instinct
Sticks some paper under the door at 8 p.m.
And my razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct
Detective instinct
The man at the bar had a v-neck vest on
No, it was a v-neck waistcoat
Accurate
Detective instinct
That's detective instinct
Always got it
Sticks some paper under the door at 8 p.m.
My razor blades will cut down your entrance
Detective instinct X 3
Always got it X3
Detective instinct X 5
Get 'em away from me
Young dicks make TV
Loads of hair-style ideals
Here's the other end of the tale
Here's the other end of the scale
He had waited so long
Patrick Moore got a manifesto
He learned the words
Vid king and spontaneous
He learned the words
Analysis and through video
If he got it right
Could be a celebrity
Like M. Pike [1]
Scientists and their bloody childish reading habits
Soon ran into trouble
Noises and high pitched wines
Aggressive interviewer much too fast
Then up came Beaumont Dark
Ripped his argument to shreds
Who ran into trouble
That his profession was rot
Who soon ran into trouble
First impressions...
Hosannah
Papal did visit, human trash
Waste
Prostrate, yellow-white umbrellas
Roam around
Universal love..for them...for the....
Papal visit
Human trash roam the town
Woke up by hosannah
Helicopters strip the land
First impressions will be the last
Woke up at 2
The man from iron
What happened to the man from iron
Mediator one
Human trash
Come for the visit
Eating lay bread
From what they come to call it
Sound like a yokel
For the first time
First impression will be the last
[Pope stuff continues....]
Peace resounds
Lay bread
Is in the nose and mouth
For the first time
In the assassin line
Papal visit
In the town
For the first time
Understood the assassin line
Is all around
But I put the weight back on again
And our kid got back from Munich
He didn't like it much
Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized
Just like machines
It's getting like that here now
It just goes to show
And I think I'll cut my dick off
The trouble it got me in
Went home to my slum canyon
On my way I looked up
I saw turrets of Victorian wealth
I saw John the ex-fox
Sleeping in some outside bogs
There's a silent rumble
In the buildings of the night council
It's a meeting of controllers
Who drive right through the gates
In white roll-tops
The lie dream of the casino soul
In a tongue-tired, wired state
Cause Sunday morning dancing
I had an awake dream
I was in the supervision dept.
Of a bigtown store
Security floors one to four
They had cameras in the clothes dummies.
A man came up to them
He wanted sex in the dummies eyes
Then came up the cry:
"Security, mobilized!"
Meanwhile in the sticks
Proles rich, dance in cardboard pants
And I guess this goes to show
The lie dream of a casino souls scene
Too much brandy for breakfast
And people tend to let you down
It's a swine.
Fantastic life
And one thing I have found
What you cast out will hit back
And a man will find he has to deny his
Fantastic life
Ours is to continue the crack
And '48 he'd been in Jerusalem
Sold surplus oil to Arab fighters
For M-cocktails to burn Jewish terrorists
What a turn-up!
Fantastic life
And there's interference with the mail
And you just can't get out the words
Some people think if they had a job they'd be well
Now!
A fantastic lie!
Was in fact Rasputin's brother
And he didst walk round Whitechapel
To further the religion of forgiven sin murder
Fantastic lie!
He said he had a barney on Corporation Street
He said he told the policeman what he really thought
But knowing him I don't believe that crap
A Fantastic lie
And I just thought I'd tell you
About fantastic life
Some fantastic lies
And I just thought I'd tell you
A fantastic life
And I just thought I'd tell you
And I just thought I'd tell you