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Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable, not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, 3 days a week Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries at ease Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient better driver, a safer car, baby smiling in back seat Sleeping well, no bad dreams, no paranoia Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then Will frequently check credit at moral bank, hole in wall Favors for favors, fond but not in love Charity standing orders on sundays ring road supermarket No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants Car wash, also on sundays, no longer afraid of the dark or midday shadows Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate nothing so childish At a better pace, slower and more calculated, no chance of escape Now self-employed, concerned, but powerless An empowered and informed member of society, pragmatism not idealism Will not cry in public, less chance of illness, tires that grip in the wet Shot of baby strapped in back seat, a good memory still cries at a good film Still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick That's driven into frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness Calm fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics 8: Electioneering I will stop, I will stop at nothing Say the right things, when electioneering I trust I can rely on your vote When I go forwards, you go backwards, somewhere we will meet When I go forwards, you go backwards, and somewhere we will meet Riot shields, voodoo economics, it's, it's just business Cattle prods and the IMF, I trust I can rely on your vote. When I go forwards, you go backwards, somewhere we will meet When I go forwards, you go backwards, somewhere we will meet |
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I am the key to the lock in your house, that keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside, you'll only see my reflection It's always best when the light is off, I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm, we're friends till we die And either way you turn, I'll be there, open up your skull I'll be there, climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off, it's always better on the outside Fifteen blows to the back of my head, fifteen blows to your mind So tuck the kids in safe tonight, shut the eyes in the cupboard So not cry out or hit the alarm, you'll get the loneliest feeling That either way you turn, I'll be there, open up your skull I'll be there, climbing up the walls Climb up the walls. climb up the walls 10: No Surprises A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal You were so tired, happy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for her I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit, my final bellyache with No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises, please |
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I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll, this time, I feel my luck could change Kill me Sarah, kill me again with love, it's gonna be a glorious day Pull me out of the aircrash, pull me out of the wreck, cause I'm your superhero We are standing on the edge The head of state is calling my name but I, I don't have time for you It's gonna be a glorius day, I feel my luck could change Pull me out of the aircrash, pull me out of the wreck, cause I'm your superhero We are standing on the edge, we are standing on the edge We are standing on the edge 12: The Tourist It barks at no-one else but me like it's seen a ghost I guess it seen the sparks, a flowing no one else would know Hey man slow down, slow down, idiot slow down, slow down Sometimes I get overcharged that's when you see sparks You ask me where the hell I'm going at thousand feet per second? Hey man, slow down, slow down, idiot slow down, slow down Hey man, slow down, slow down, idiot slow down, slow down |
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