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released December 31, 2016

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Track Name: VIDEO GENERATION
Rain.. rain.. rain.

Sky is dark at three o’clock,
It’s wet today, wet today
And the road is red and green and amber
All the way, all the way.
City chokes and smokes a hoax
She likes to play, likes to play.
Did we ever really start to
End this way, end this way?

Flashback to where I travelled so sure,
I boldly would go where, boldly, I never went before
But Kirk wasn’t beaming me where I wanted to be
And Janeway, she never cared for me.
Oh, Scottie, my warp drive’s gone,
I don’t have enough dilithium crystals to go on.
Send for the Doctor. Doctor! Who?
He vanished in the Tardis long ago.
Can this be true?

Sky is dark at three o’clock,
It’s wet today, wet today
And the road is red and green and amber
All the way, all the way.
And I hardly know a single thing they want to
Hear me say, hear me say,
They swapped a heart in Exchange and Mart for
Feet of clay, feet of clay.

Dissolve to Arnie, never a doubt
That he’ll wade right in there and he’ll pull you out.
Wish. Dreamed of Rocky on the ropes today
And thinking of Clint, well, what is there left for me to say?
He never rode down my street, no,
And as for Superman, where did he go?
Along with Rambo, Indy, all the kung fu cops
That won’t rescue us with their kung fu chops.
No hai, hai, hai, hai.

Sky is dark at three o’clock,
It’s wet today, wet today
And the road is red and green and amber
All the way, all the way.
Take a bow, Apocalypse Now
Was yesterday, yesterday.
If you believe it, you’re deceived,
It’s on the way, on the way.

Cut to Washington, we could try
The men from U.N.C.L.E., Smithy or the F.B.I.
N.A.S.A., send us anywhere we dream.
Remember, in space, there’s nobody there to hear you scream.
So dark, is this an X-File day?
Mulder wouldn’t ask and Scully wouldn’t stay.
Have I been looking in the wrong place,
Running in the wrong race?
Time to see the script of a brand new day.

Sky is dark at three o’clock,
It’s wet today, wet today
And the road is red and green and amber
All the way, all the way.
Okay, so we may be gone tomorrow but we’re
Here today, here today.
Take our cue, it’s me and you,
We’re on our way, on our way, on our way, on our way.

Fade to black.
Track Name: I DON'T WANNA FIGHT
I don't wanna fight,
I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?
I don’t wanna fight,
I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?

We could joke and kid around,
Stay at home, paint the town,
Talk and laugh away the night
But no, we have to fight.

I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?
I don’t wanna fight,
I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?

We could dine away our woe,
Alfresco on the patio,
TV dinner, candlelight,
But no, we have to fight.

I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?
I don’t wanna fight,
I don’t wanna fight
With you –
Do you
Want the two of us to fight?

No gaming, no blaming,
No lies or goodbyes.
You look after me
And I’ll look after you,
Yes I will, now.
No pride, don’t you hide away –
Come on, be brave.
Misunderstanding?
We’ll talk it through –
I’ll look after you.

No gaming, no blaming, I don’t wanna fight,
No lies or goodbyes. I don’t wanna fight
You look after me With you -
And I’ll look after you, Do you want the two of us to
Yes I will, now. Fight?
No pride, don’t you hide away – I don’t wanna fight,
Come on, be brave. I don’t wanna fight,
Misunderstanding? With you -
We’ll talk it through – Do you want the two of us to
I’ll look after you. Fight?


Don’t, don’t,
Don’t wanna fight with you,
Don’t, don’t,
Don’t wanna fight with you,
Don’t, don’t,
Don’t want the two of us to fight.
Track Name: HORROR FEATURE
Horror feature,
You’re a swamp creature,
You’re a mummy in the dead of night
And not a soul can reach yer.
You may materialise,
Take human form for your disguise,
It’s sad, but I can see by the look in your eyes –
Says, “I’m gonna eat yer”.

Run from the x-rate man,
Run just as far and as fast as you can!
Run from the x-rate man,
Run just as far and as fast as you can!

No conscience, no mercy,
Only yourself to please.
You could’ve been human once
But now you’re a demon seed –
A vampire sucking blood,
Persuading ev’rybody
You’re doing them good.

Horror feature,
You’re a swamp creature,
You’re a mummy in the dead of night
And not a soul can reach yer.
You may materialise,
Take human form for your disguise,
It’s sad, but I can see by the look in your eyes –
Says, “I’m gonna eat yer”.

Run from the x-rate man,
Run just as far and as fast as you can!
Run from the x-rate man,
Run just as far and as fast as you can!

Got no silver bullet
Nor stake from a holly tree.
Wishin’ in vain that a cross and chain
Really could protect me.
I’ve got no garlic, got no game
And the stars can’t set me free.
The only way to fend you off, all told,
Is a crucifix inside, give me a guide
Where the dread bell tolls.

I wanna keep my body
And you won’t have my soul.

Horror feature,
You’re a swamp creature,
You’re a mummy in the dead of night
And not a soul can reach yer.
You may materialise,
Take human form for your disguise,
It’s sad, but I can see by the look in your eyes –
Says, “I’m gonna eat yer”.

Gonna eat yer,
Gonna eat yer, eat yer.

I wanna keep my body
And you’ll never have my soul.
Track Name: IRRITATED, IRKSOME, TETCHY
Irritated, irksome, tetchy,
What gives you the right
To be so irritated, irksome, tetchy,
Ev’ry day and ev’ry night?
You know I’ve tried to sympathise,
Tried to understand,
To make you laugh,
To hold your hand
But you’re irritated, irksome, tetchy and
Just what gives you the right?

Busy telling ev’rybody what they ought to do –
It’s your way.
Chuntering on – oh, I’ve done things wrong again –
Well, okay.
You don’t like me,
I don’t like you.
You only give when it suits you to.
Ego be hanged,
Mean-spirit games take two,
And I’m through.

Irritated, irksome, tetchy,
What gives you the right
To be so irritated, irksome, tetchy,
Ev’ry day and ev’ry night?
You know I’ve tried to sympathise,
Tried to understand,
To make you laugh,
To hold your hand
But you’re irritated, irksome, tetchy and
Just what gives you the right?

You want the world and its dog
To humour you ev’ry day.
Skulking around in a sulk –
It’s how you get your own way.
I’ve talked before
To your locked door,
Spent all my time averting outright war,
What a baby you are –
Indulgent, that’s for sure,
And what’s more…

You’re irritated, irksome, tetchy,
What gives you the right
To be so irritated, irksome, tetchy,
Ev’ry day and ev’ry night?
You know I’ve tried to sympathise,
Tried to understand,
To make you laugh,
To hold your hand
But you’re irritated, irksome, tetchy and
Just what gives you the right?
Track Name: DESIGNER CHIC
I’m out round and about the town
With a window-shopping eye;
So much to need, to want, to own,
To dream of or to buy.
Cash in my pocket burning a hole
And the plastic melting down –
Do I use the net,
Do I pass or get,
Shall I spend, spend
Or go to ground?

Another day, another week,
And there’ll be more designer chic,
How do I choose between the good and fine
When the best one’s waiting down the line.

Bigger, smarter, stronger,
Best buy of its type,
Lasting longer,
How long? What’s the hype?
Ergonomic and economy size –
Gotta be discerning,
Gotta be wise.

Another day, another week,
And there’ll be more designer chic,
To lost is to choose between the matt and shine
When the anti-static’s waiting down the line.

…Guaranteed, insurance,
It can talk to you.
Whatever you want
Is what it can do.

Another day, another week,
And there’ll be more designer chic,
Buying it, using it and throwing it out,
I’m dizzy on a deal-a-day roundabout.

Predatory padding up and down
On a hot consumer high.
Assistants here, assistants there,
Persuading me to buy.
Co-ordinated colour, seasonal style
And the tide for no man waits.
But the kudos of cool
Has an unwritten rule -
The quicker you spend
The sooner it dates.

A day, another week,
And there’ll be more designer chic,
How do I choose between the good and fine
When the best one’s waiting down the line?
Track Name: BODY IMAGE
I’m fatter than I’d like to be,
My teeth are not as pearly as I’d like to see.
Ears are jug on a moon-round mug -
Straight, dark rug, that’s me -
Individuality, individuality.

Body image, body image, go variety!
Body image, body image - seems okay to me.
Is it just that what we’re not we wanna be?
Present imperfect is not enough
When it comes to rivalry –
Ah, is it rivalry?
Why I was made like a Lucien Freud I’ll never know.
Too much acid or alkaloid? Metabolism too slow?
Genetic overgrow?

Ev’rybody’s got a good side people say.
Two sides to a question, give me the better way.
I may be round but, penny to a pound,
My man found in me –
Individuality, individuality.

I’m not so skinny that I dig other people with my bones.
Cheeks not shrunken enough so they look like an ancient crone’s.
Wrinkles are character lines – I’m not an elephant.
I really don’t want my skin stretched tight like a replicant,
Oh no, not a replicant.

Body image, body image, go variety!
Body image, body image - seems okay to me.
Is it just that what we’re not we wanna be?
Present imperfect is not enough
When it comes to rivalry –
Ah, is it rivalry?
Why I was made like a Lucien Freud I’ll never know.
Too many cakes and biscuits to avoid, comes as a bitter blow,
But at least I’m not a Picasso.

Body image, body image, go variety!
Body image, body image - seems okay to me.
Is it just that what we’re not we wanna be?
Present imperfect is not enough
When it comes to rivalry –
Ah, is it rivalry?

Oh, body image, body image, go variety!
Body image, body image - seems okay to me.
Body image, body image, go variety!
Body image, body image - seems okay to me.

But I’m fatter than I’d like to be.
Track Name: HATE
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.

There’s nothing so denying as denial,
Ignoring the issues that lurk underneath,
Nothing so sadistic as a welcoming smile
And a dirty great boot in the teeth.

Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.

Practising your indiff’rence,
Opening old wounds to get them to bleed,
I’ve got to feel how it felt to you
When somebody else did the deed.

Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.

Good job I see you,
Good job I know you,
Don’t have to scream or to shout,
No no no no.
Look, you might see
It’s not really me that you hate –
You just can’t let it out.

Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you hate me,
Oh, how you really hate me.
Track Name: NOT YOUR LEMON DROP
You say you love me? Open up your ears.
Listen, if you can, before it ends in tears.
Think that what you’re doin’ is quite okay?
This may come as a surprise to you –
I got something to say.

Colours are fine and the taste is sweet,
Ev’ry kind of filling that you could eat –
Peel off the wrapper for a chocolate treat!
Well, there’s a problem in your shop –
I’m not, I’m not, and I never, ever will be (never, no),
Not, I’m not in a million, billion years,
Not, I’m not, you’ll never, ever smoothie me,
Oh, I’m not your lemon drop.

Sherbert dips, liquorice sticks,
Get your kicks in the pick and mix.
You got style, pretty face?
Tell you the truth, you’re a real sad case.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire,
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire.

Tragedy, it’s such a shame,
I’ve got a mind and I’ve got a brain.
Being an unwrapped sweet was never my aim.
There’s a problem in your shop -
I’m not, I’m not, and I never, ever will be (never, no),
Not, I’m not in a million, billion years,
Not, I’m not, you’ll never, ever smoothie me,
Oh, I’m not your lemon drop.

Think you’re such a sure-fire bet -
Grown-up toddler, playing hard to get.
When you were two maybe you were fun
But you’re the pits at forty-one.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire,
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire.

Purple foil makes your eyes pop out.
Big lolly, little lolly, sing and shout.
People are what it’s all about.
There’s a problem in your shop –
I’m not, I’m not, and I never, ever will be (never, no),
Not, I’m not in a million, billion years,
Not, I’m not, you’ll never, ever smoothie me,
Oh, I’m not your lemon drop.

You say you love me? Open up your ears.
Listen, if you can, before it ends in tears.
Better face the problem that you’ve got.
This may come as a surprise to you -
You won’t be sucking your lemon drop.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire,
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Out to get what you desire.

Jaw-breakers, toothachers, pacemakers, undertakers,
Jaw-breakers, toothachers, pacemakers, undertakers,
Ahh.
Track Name: C'MON, C'MON
C’mon, c’mon,
I know she’s gone away,
You’ll be okay.
C’mon, c’mon,
I know she’s gone,
It won’t be long –
You’ll find a new way.

Trust me,
I know what I’m talking about.
Put aside your doubt.
Does an in have an out?
Did Henry the Eighth have gout?
Do the Beatles sing Twist and Shout for you?
Trust me, I know it’s true.

C’mon, c’mon,
I’m not wrong –
Your style
Doesn’t walk the green mile.
C’mon, c’mon,
Sing your song,
Sad for a while
But you’re gonna smile.

Trust me,
There’s not a lot of trust to spare –
Go for savoir-faire.
Did Daniel dare?
Do nostrils flare?
Does the night produce the mare that leads to day?
There’ll be a better way.

C’mon, c’mon,
I know she’s gone away,
It’ll be okay.
C’mon, c’mon,
I know she’s gone,
It won’t be long –
Before you find your new day.

Trust me,
I know what I’m talking about.
Put aside your doubt.
Does an in have an out?
Did Henry the Eighth have gout?
Do the Beatles sing Twist and Shout for you?
Trust me, you know it’s true.
Track Name: BOWING DOWN
Don’t have to have your holidays in Spain,
Go here, go there and back again,
Don’t have to wear the most expensive
Label you can to be a good man.
Don’t have to have the most perfect face,
Body to match, not a hair out of place,
Best education, cultivation and tan
To be an excellent woman.

Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To his particular false god,
Bowing down.
Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To her particular false god,
Bowing down.

Don’t have to be the biggest noise on the board
Or give three times what you can afford,
Trying hard to impress. Takes an
Alternative plan to be a good man.
Is your home a barrier zone
With a padlock on the fridge and the phone?
Who do you please? Takes an alternative plan
To be an excellent woman.

Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To his particular false god,
Bowing down.
Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To her particular false god,
Bowing down.

See your picture in the pool and drown –
Bowing down.

Don’t have to have your holidays in Spain,
Go here, go there and back again,
Don’t have to wear the most expensive
Label you can to be a good man.
Don’t have to have the most perfect face,
Body to match, not a hair out of place,
Best education, cultivation and tan
To be an excellent woman.

Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To his particular false god,
Bowing down.
Every kinda snob
Is busy bowing down
To her particular false god,
Bowing down.

See your picture in the pool and drown,
Bowing down, bowing down,
Bowing down, bowing down.
Track Name: BULLIES
Bullies in the band,
Bullies at the bar,
Bullies on the road,
Bullies in the car.
Bullies in the back room,
Bullies at the front,
Bullies who are eloquent,
Bullies who grunt. Uhhh.

You don’t know we know you,
Pity you don’t know, we know you now.
Pity you don’t know we know you,
Pity you don’t know the sorry show
You’re putting on.

Bullies with a smile,
Bullies with a frown,
Bullies in the country,
Bullies in the town,
Bullies in the palacies,
Bullies on the street,
I got two legs
And I vote with my feet.
I got two legs
And I vote with my feet.

Ah, bully bullies, bully, bullies,
Ah, bully, bullies, bully, bullies.

Bullies who are white,
Bullies who are black,
Bullies who are tight,
Bullies who are slack,
Bullies in the west and
Bullies in the east,
Bullies who are homeless,
Bullies who feast.

You don’t know we know you,
Pity you don’t know, we know you now.
Pity you don’t know we know you,
Pity you don’t know the sorry show
You’re putting on.

Bullies who are gay,
Bullies who are straight,
Bullies who are widescreen.
Bullies with no weight,
Bullies eating lentils,
Bullies eating meat,
I got two legs
And I vote with my feet.
I got two legs
And I vote with my feet.

Don’t give me your denials,
Can’t put your spin on me.
Can’t use your ranks and files
Because I’ve got two eyes
And I see what I see.

I got two good eyes
And I see what I see.

Bullies in the police force,
Bullies in the jails,
Bullies in the kitchen,
Bullies banging nails,
Bullies in the office,
Bullies in the church,
Leather or in lace, well,
You don’t have to search far for –

Ah, bully, bullies, bully, bullies,
Ah, bully, bullies, bully, bullies.

You can’t see what we see,
Pity you can’t see we see you now.
Pity you can’t see what we see –
Your blind, self-righteous
Insecurity.

Bullies, bullies, bullies,
We see you now.
Oh, bullies, bullies, bullies,
We see you now.
Track Name: OUTSET, REMOVAL AND EXIT
Outset, removal and exit,
Exodus, decampment and flight,
Farewell and adieu, I’ll skedaddle,
Absquatulate, I’m outa sight.
Oh, outset, removal and exit,
Exodus, decampment and flight,
Farewell and adieu, I’ll skedaddle,
Absquatulate, I’m outa sight.

I’ll sally forth, I’m buzzin’ off,
Taking my leave, going down,
Anchors aweigh, vamoosing today,
I’m outward bound.

Outset, removal and exit,
Exodus, decampment and flight,
Farewell and adieu, I’ll skedaddle,
Absquatulate, I’m outa sight.
Oh, outset, removal and exit,
Exodus, decampment and flight,
Farewell and adieu, I’ll skedaddle,
Absquatulate, I’m outa sight.

And so, au revoir, it’s auf wiedersehen,
A-rivederci, to sea!
Bon voyage, hasta la vista,
It’s the last you’ll be seeing of me.

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