C’mon kids C’mon kids C’mon kids don’t do yourself down Throw out your arms for a new sound Pretty face it don’t mean a thing If you look so same as your crowd Work all day it don’t mean a thing With the sun always outside your window Fuck the ones who tell you that life Is merely a time before dying Look for the box and find what’s inside You’ll never find it till you have done And fuck the ones who tell you that life Is merely a time before dying i know it’s hard to do But have we ever let you down C’mon kids Meltin’s Worm (for Foam Tomb + Nacho Plea) Have you heard of Meltin’s Worm, it crawled right into this house, the dividends of grubby hands And putting them into your mouth. It set up shop and would not stop gorging whatever Meltin could eat, its exquisite taste, it went to waste On a diet consisting of sweets, the doctor came and laid the blame on Meltin’s nails he was bitin’, he made demands they didn’t understand ‘cos they couldn’t read his writing, it grew and grew and it knew that time was on its side It got such a size you could see its eyes when Meltin opened his WIDE, but there’s just one thing it cares about KEEPMEALWAYSKEEPMEALWAYSKEEPME ALWAYSKEEPME Knitting sneakers for the army checking numbers off the telly making plans with Mister Felstead It does it no good it just needs more food have you heard of Meltin’s worm, it finally killed him to death, now his ma feeds it, the uniforms fits so she sends it to school instead (i will always be inside) Keep away, feed the worm, Meltin’s worm Melodies for the deaf (colours for the blind) All my life has been so missable A goddam crying shame Eyes to see with ears to hear while those who’re not to blame Can’t do what we take for granted trapped in their own heads I know if it were to happen now I’d wish that I were dead I complain about my looks I feel bad ‘bout my hair Jesus that’s so sad I admit it now Why should anyone care let me be your ears your eyes your legs I’m what you need I can’t go on living this life Wrapped in my own greed I don’t imagine I’ll go, you never wanted to be that way, I never wanted to be this way I love the light that shines and the sound that’s all around I love the light that shines and the sound that’s all around And everyone knows It’s hard to do and say what is right But that’s allright Cos we’ve got colours for the blind Get on the bus Though you know you have to go It’s much too hard to do Pack all your things though you only have a few We have got no business here there’s nothing left for us get on the bus... Streets stretch out miles ahead half blind wishing I’d come to bed Where’s he? I told him there on this day at this hour I don’t wanna make a scene or cause a fuss Here it is right on time, it really is a must Get on the bus Streets stretch out miles away As we have this curse place on time where next I’ve no idea Ask the driver if you care I don’t wanna make a scene or cause a fuss Here it is right on time, it really is a must Get on the bus So we proved we’re alive Showed that we can beat time Another one joins the line of those who’ve died But I still see Yes I still hear and Oh! what a time we had Oh! what a time we had... Everything is sorrow And you know you shouldn’t have another cigarette but nothing else makes sense, nothing else will recompense and you get your loneliness out of a magazine you never felt nothing at all no-one else will ever know another one has dragged you home and sworn that you’re the only one you dream they’ll play a special part you’ll write their name across your heart but then it’s back inside your head the thought that it will turn out bad a fleeting glimpse of what is bound to be now the phone has lost its voice you’re on your own again spend your time on endless bedroom floor soliloquies the only voices you’ll hear all day will it always be this way (yes) once you recognise the truth that all is sad and you’re the proof you might as well fight the day kick back at the pricks taht say all is school and work no more break your back it’s not your war disengage the only way to win opened up my paintbox it had all turned to blue I worked in Birkenhead for you it brings me tears even now you tried to kill me break my will you almost won I hate you still the hated suffer not what’s worse the hater carries round the curse it eats me up the cancer that is you don’t paint blue all the time know the truth read the signs live your life as a lie you don’t have to die Bullfrog green He had a ticket but what was weird they found it in his ear She gave a fortune to those in need But her heart was saved for me MONDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY, TUESDAY IS HER BIRTHDAY BLUE BALLOON FOR YOU, RED BALLOON FOR HER Outside the sky is filled with rain And I’m glad to be home again, oh yeah? The sky was bullfrog green Man you would have been amazed The rain beat up the fields My mind turned from less fortunate days What’s in the box? (see whatcha got) It’s as big or if you want it too small for the eye to see Dare you take a peek inside it forget yourself what can it be? things you know you shouldn’t look at Things you know you shouldn’t see things my dad couldn’t explain And things that others kept from me It could be places you’ve not been or something of which you’re ashamed Sometime when you took the credit Another when you look the blame It’s in your head and in your heart It’s everywhere you can see c’mon kids and smash the lock reach within and find the key Crawl inside and leave the rest behind C’mon now, look in the box and see whatcha got Four saints Leaves everywhere outside your house running after you ‘cos you walk too fast And we can’t find a cab looks like the Northern line again Remember that time outside your room playing with the cat just me and you It was my favourite time My world stopped for just an hour I am the voice but not the sound I can go up yet still be down And you don’t know the places that I’ve been to you wouldn’t like mùe if you knew (whatcha gonna do when it all breaks down? whatcha gonna do when you lose the sound?) Don’t remind me I cannot say (What happened to the fire that got you through? The days when nothing went right to you?) Hey! nothing changed I’m still the same Hey boy what’s the score don’t you give a shit about yourself no more? If you don’t want me to be real don’t look up to me There are three saints that shaped my life Alban, Bede and Mary I’ve nothing but disrespect for them And for what they almost made me Those who taught, taught what they were taught and not what they had learned Sister I can’t feel what you feel let me try Brother lay your arms down and open your eyes I believe in love (wow!) laugh if you must I don’t care... cos I don’t dare New Brighton Promenade (for James) New Brighton Promenade what am I trying to say you were just on my mind do you remember me? This life is not easy but one thing that can please me the memory of me and my friends kickin’ round your shores New Brighton Promenade It’s Nineteen Eighty Three for ever on the place where the baths used to be And time has passed quickly The years have been kind to me The memories go but my friends will always be around You still exist inside my head, there’s no such thing as being dead when somebody keeps your ghost inside And if you looked inside my head you wouldn’t not find a mind instead Step into New Brighton Promenade Fortunate Sons You’re pretty and you know it You’re stupid and you show it If there’s a soul behind your face at all I’m struggling to see it Now smile for the camera You’ve got what they’re after Yes it’s all you wanted But it’s that has suffer to suffer this The best clubs in London you’ll always be around them but drinkin’ ain’t livin’ and drinkin’ ain’t givin’ Nah drinkin’s just drinkin’s just drinkin’ My sister’s father had a wife Whose husband had a father Who taught me how to live But died all alone And I wish that I was with him I could tell him all the things that he’s missed And all the things that you think When you think that you’re alone But, man, you can’t see what’s going on At the minute you can do nothing wrong Yes you are a fortunate son But you won’t fool the kids for long Shelter I remember at school there was always some fool teaching us about the past Pictures of kids, starving, eating out of bins Man we all had to laugh It’s hard to believe we were told with relief It couldn’t happen now of course It’s easy to expound with your head in the ground I’ve since learnt that and more What is there to do I’m allright so are you but outside there are TB streets You can cry a lot say ‘Oh! my God!’ but as an action it is incomplete put money in the hands of those who understand Give shelter of the roofless heads It’s hard to deny when you open your eyes and listen to yourself instead And you’ll think you’ve gone crazy but you hope it will pass It’s a sickening feeling maybe it won’t last It shouldn’t be happening at this point in time With these houses standing empty Ride the tiger (for Rebecca) I don’t really need to be the way I are I don’t really need to always go so far I could get by on being alive but having no life I don’t really need a fuel infected car I don’t really need (or want) to be some kind of star I could get by on being alive but having no life You don’t really know what it is you ask All that I want is to find some piece at last take it further Ride the tiger (Ride the tiger poem: Geoff Bird) One last hurrah Words don’t mean a thing they tend to be just what is said to get by, without a sign, of what is in your head, words alone cannot condone or condemn anyone, ease your pain or rearrange something that’s been done, but what’s to say anyway One last time and then, I couldn’t manage anymore, I know I should think more about it I know I should try for one last hurrah