Key: E minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
Three months
Three days
Three months
A treatise
A treatise
To explain these
First was cash 'n' carry house dance
In Lancashire they're A
In King Nat Ltd. empire
Kwik Save is there
The scene started here
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Then was America
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Then was America
We went there
Big A&M Herb was there**
His offices had fresh air
But his rota was mediocre
US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
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And the secret of their lives
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Is...
All the English groups
Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
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On a route to the loot
To candy mountain
Five wacky English
proletariat idiots
Californians always think of sex
Or think of death
Five hundred girl deaths
A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
They really get it off on
"Don't hurt me please"
Rapist fill the TVs
And the secret of their lives
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Is S.E.X.
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I have dreams, I can see
Carloads of negro Nazis
Like Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds
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(Applause from audience at
This was going to be called
The things that drain you off and
drive you off the hinge.
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Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse.
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The upstairs Jewish girl damn
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Withdrawal.
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She wants communal, fluent flat household.
I want privacy.
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The bastard dentist doctors surgery,
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Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
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Stop mithering***
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The estates stick up like stacks
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And on that father's bedroom closet top,
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Electric blanket boxes
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Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
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To their children they sing
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Stop
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mithering
You think you've got it bad
Miserable songs synthesized,
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My journalist acquaintances,
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go soft, go places,
On record company expenses.
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I lose humor, manners become bog writers,
don't know it.
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H in electronics,
on stage false histrionics,
Corpse mauling dicks,
Stop mithering
Experimental,
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So stop mithering.
I try to let down their tyres with
matches to make them molten.
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
They always strike for more pay.
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They say "See yer
mate.Yeh... see yer mate"
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Stop mithering
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White tan horror in the mirror.
Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior.
He's not your enemy.
He's not your enemy,
his name is not Harry.
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