Track 11 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
Are you making a documentary?
A documentary all about me?
Are you in it?
What's the ending?
Are you with me?
Are we happy?
I need someone to correct me
What's it like to always be wrong?
Books and TV just can't reach me
What's it like to always be wrong?
Do I ask you too many questions?
Does it drive you to distraction?
Are you working as a boxer?
Punching people 'till they fall down?
Track 10 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
Projectiles rain down
My umbrella is torn
"Friend or foe" but I can't hear the answer
A doll is lying like a cliche in the mud
I've got the answer
(I think I've got the answer)
A trumped up charge and it's breaking my heart
I've got guerrilla warfare in my own back yard
You're taking hostages and doing their hair
You think you're Che Guevara!
The right wants to set me free from the tyranny of laziness
The left wants to run my life to cure me of laziness
And you just want me to do the washing up
Track 9 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
A mental patient is crying
They've shut him out tonight
Twenty easy payments, no need to think about it
Never a policeman in the way
It's chucking it down outside
Someone's gonna catch a cold
Twenty easy payments, they've got you by the bollocks
How you gonna feed yourself tonight?
What does it take to make you cook your own meals?
You've been here before and so you know how it feels
Make it a night and try and get someone killed
You're riding a misery-go-round*
I've come to cheer you up
Start at the beginning, end at the beginning
Is anything ever going to change?
* Clever!
Track 8 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
Wedding of the future, losing everything
Children grow up to hate you
Wedding of the future, burn your face in the sun
Park your bike in the water
Spread the butter thinly or you'll die
Light the firework carefully and hide
Wedding of the future, on a moon of Saturn
Sign your name where it matters
And if you're a monster, make your way to the car
Global media waiting for ya*
You're in a magazine!
* to rhyme with medi-ya
Track 7 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
It's to good to be here wasting time with you
We let the clock tick 'till our skin turns blue
You've got a hairstyle from the past
And that's a criminal offense
I've been looking for someone who can count to infinity
I can wait for a long time, forever
Are you looking for someone who has hypochondria
Who can wait for a long time, forever
You don't have to kill me every time you speak
You break my concentration once a week
There's something eating at my mind
You've got a decade to explain
We're racing with the raindrops to the ground
We're going to make the same unhappy sound
You're in a headline from the past
What will the government do next?
Track 6 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
You aim but you miss the target - it happens every time
A lifetime in waste disposal with links to local crime
Four hundred broken TVs hide under your bed
You better keep your mouth shut - you don't want to end up dead
My brother's a psychopath but...
He is waiting
He's so patient
The world is waiting for your invention
Examine the scene each evening, checking for prints and clues
Wipe everything you've handled, burn all your dirty shoes
The inspector is on the TV announcing his latest lead
But you're an ambitious person taking only what you need
Making babies, making mistakes...
I'm not very good at stealing and crime don't seem to pay
It's eating into my savings
Let's be best friends until you're bored
D'you promise to come and see me?
I'm keeping it warm for you
Track 5 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
Lying in your malformed body
Growing like plant life, see in black and white
Being very proud of nothing
That was a good idea for a story
Nothing makes me laugh like you do
So I just sit here, laughing at nothing
Finally you're winning something
Now it's all over, smile for the camera
You should be careful what you say
Don't want your kids to run away
It's a long way down
You're not around when it begins
There's never time to fill you in
It's a long way down
Happy since you gave up washing
Meeting some friends around the old building
Eating what you find in Tesco
You've got expensive tastes for a soldier
Wanting life to get exciting
Cleaning the chimneys of famous people
Book ourselves a week at Butlins
Killing two birds with one stone
Track 4 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
It's a long, long time since you looked for stars
In your cold, cold garden
I still have that bruise burning on my arm
To remind me of you
Everytime you knock me down
My memories they fall like snow
They cover up the pain of knowing what is coming
It's a kind of therapy
Laughing 'till you can't recall
What it was that seemed so funny in the first place
It's a dreadful mess how you left this place
What will people say
No one's fed the kids, even swept the yard
Dirty plates, underwear
Let's be honest now, there's an empty space
Where there should be brains
You could tell the truth if you had a clue
What the truth is
Was it a joke?
Was it dying?
Track 3 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
Drilling into your head
The point is made and you are free
The shit you sell annoys me
Even the stuff that's not for sale
A way to ease the pressure
By turning people into food
Would you wait a minute while I fetch my tools
(I hope I don't have to use the hammer)
The weather's not important
It's the end of the whole world
The trains are running on time
The leader's hanging by his neck
A way to ease the pressure
The leader's hanging by his neck
Track 2 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
We walk past the gym but we never go in
They're just wasting their time - you know everything about life
You put food in one end, and shit comes out the other end
It's like riding on a bus
It's what everybody does
It's a disaster, what a disaster
You can't make it okay
There won't be a better way
It's a disaster, what a disaster
Those exams you needed to pass, you were late for every one
Why won't people just believe that you know everything about life
You spill your drink on the floor, and then you go and get a cloth
One day there'll be a revolution
And everyone will change their minds!
Track 1 from the album Stigmata Playing Up Again.
There's a whitewash at the Whitehouse
We all got the memo
You need to take some time off
Look after your garden
Even though you know nothing's gonna grow
I was bleeding at my dad's house
Severed feelings you're supposed to hide
Looked into my future
Saw that it was over
He kicked me in the nuts and I knew that I'd become a man
You know you always slay me
I can't keep up
You know how much you pay me
It's not enough
I'm sleeping in front of your house
I crawled here last night
Use me as a doormat
Use me as a bike rack
Set me on a burglar
I wanna be your wage slave!
