Example Album

VERSE 1:
Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation?
That made me miss my last train from Paddington station
Salvation the key to incredible journeys
Up bright and early I head-first into the calm breeze
I’ts just me and My true geeze,
He play percussion, I scribble on oak trees
Pretty please you can sing my syllables credible
My cordon bleu sonnets you just wishing they edible
Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stink
Indiscreet about our trip, we don’t care what you think
Or maybe we do care, don’t show concern
So many paths it’s like which way to turn
Look down at my shoes I find clues
Ask myself ‘Do I break the news to conforming fools?’
We swarm in nuf schools to outflank the rules
Of what your DJs playing on his ones and twos

VERSE 2:
Maybe jackin all those samples was stupid cupid
We’re never gettin clearance or distributed
The big guns fought back, Example got muted
A warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted
They’ve looted the premises, stolen my genesis
my Mouth caused a fuss like i'm some kinda nemesis
Enemies came, so I packed my ruck sack
on a microfilm up my buttcrack
Its not at all what it was cracked up to be
It weren’t up to me it was down to the system
Blink and you’ll miss dem, consumers kiss dem
And if you’re like me have a drink and diss them
They kicked in the door signed litigation
But I’m on a platform in Paddington station
I wont try and scram from the sirens
Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids

VERSE 3:
We earnt ‘Clockwork Orange’ style – couple of doogs
With our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudes
Like Uncle Scrooge Do ‘bar humbug’ the youths
They could never travel routes in our musical boots
so We grouped to function at some unknown junction
Mischievous til we felt the back of a truncheon
Breadcrumbs for luncheon something to munch on
Bruised and confused we’re like which road to choose
Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at ease
I’m an easy target - I’m all lethargic
It was wrong to start with something un-conventional
Though it was all intentional
Hardly treason to pen something verbal that’s out of season-
Without reason
I was just catching jokes but im now on the run
Like so many roads to choose… but which one?

Chorus
You can’t rap my friend you’re white and you’re from Fulham
Please put down the mic there’s no way you can fool them
Don’t be stupid you wont get that far
Turn your back on Hip Hop bruv and go and play guitar

Of all the possibilities I ever coulda chosen
Supposing career wise I’d picked hip hop
Imagine all the tip top rappers’ bottom lips drop
Sittin there shocked that some other bloody shit hot
Dude with a mullet, bussin shorts wearing flip flops
Is spittin to a gathering lookin like a criss cross
Of fans lovin Prodigy, Kylie and Slipknot
Nearly coulda happened bruv, look at me I shit not
Little Elliot, rhymes for the hell-of-it
If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell-a-bit
I tried hard to dig up the credentials
Even thought about putting gold in my dentals
An Anglo-Saxon with a broken accent
But rapper’s from Fulham get a strange reaction
So I said bye to rap, saw the issue at hand
Some guitar lessons later, formed my own band

Chorus

Attention Seeking - how far should a man go?
Cut his ear off like Vincent Van Gogh?
Dash cash to the crowd so the venue scrambles
Turn my good life into a Babyshambles?
Fuck myself up real properly, like Pete Doherty
Cover of Heat I’m hot property
Everybody’s clockin’ me I own the crowd
Now I gotta link me up with a Girls Aloud
Next exchange vows now my pops is proud
There’s a nine on my cloud I’m as pleased -
As I ever been bro, mans flash like Jose Mourinho
Women crave me like bottles of Pinot
Now I’ve got big I can fight photographers
Bang the obvious, please biographers
Spend currency til there aint none left
And when I need more I’ll fake my own death

Chorus

Right now it’s just hit and miss, soon I’ll taste a bit of bliss
Bangin chicks at worst with looks like Jayne Middlemiss
Never doin’ hideous, it’s too bad for busi-ness
I spin when they grin with skin like Darth Sidious
Never out-riddle this, you’re all chattin gibberish
Verbal Diarrhoea so you’re never getting rid of this
I hear your retorts there’s All Sorts like liquorice
I can sense your bitterness, you wishin’ you written this

Chorus

Chorus:



Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink



Verse 1:



I watch her chattin’ to that fella and im thinking they’re never lovers

She’s a little minx, he looks like one of the Neville Brothers

He’s lookin smug so he’s startin’ to bug me

This dude is fuckin ugly it’s not cos I’m jealous

Of other fellas when they’re getting into gashes they shouldn’t be

Intoxicated women who when sober they wouldn’t be

Getting anywhere, but by exhibiting magic tricks

The girl don’t even notice when he’s startin’ to grab her tits

20 minutes prior to the start of this monologue

This dude was at the bar all by himself lookin’ proper odd

And when the pretty girl turned her back for a second-or-two

Did what all predators-do took his opportunity

He slipped something in her beverage

He knew he never had a chance so to give him more leverage

Cheated now you got a poor little innocent

Off her fuckin face and she’s thinking she loves him

Looking at him longingly, this aint where she wanna be

I feel like I’m the only one who noticed this anomaly

Morally inclined to interject, intercept the dudes plan

Just before its gets sickening,

Heartbeat quickening, I dunno what he put in her glass

But as they pass me he’s grabbin’ her arse cheeks

If it gets nasty I’ll stop the shenanigans

A spanner in his plan look he’s over-milked it



Chorus:



Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink

Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink





Verse 2:



She’s still

Holdin’ the same drink, she gives him a lame wink

Whatever he gave her it wont let her brain think -

Straightly, now shies grinning sat in his lap, his mates

Take turns givin’ him a pat on the back

He’s got her in his grasp he can do what he wanna do

Take her back to his place you know what he gonna do

I aint a fan of it he don’t deserve her

She’s far too pretty man how did he manage it

Just as I get closer, I look at her finger

It all becomes clear why she’s letting him linger

He was stood with a sly little look on his boatrace,

And judging by his threads, he clearly has no taste,

Except in buying jewellery, he’s so uninhibited

He’s really made a fool of me cos now I see what he did

This flash rich bastard is far from plastered

Heís worked a little plan that he’s totally mastered

Sees his target, checks she’s on the market

And slips a diamond ring into her glass as she guards it

I guess that’s pretty cheesy but some men are sleazy

And if you chose wisely some women are easy

When she spots the present say its yours to keep

And for at least one night she’s yours to keep

Just flash a precious stone it’s as simple as that

So there you have it lads, rohypnolís old hat



Chorus:



Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink

Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink



Bridge:



Look I really gotta clear my throat

Fellas lookin’ silly when they stand and gloat

You aint getting nuttin’ if you don’t take note

See the opportunity and milk that goat

Look I really gotta clear my throat

Fellas lookin’ silly when they stand and gloat

You aint getting nuttin’ if you don’t take note

See the opportunity and milk that goat



Chorus:



Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink

Milk Your Goat, take a sip from your beverage

Wet your throat, find a nice bird and tell her

Get your coat, and if she says to you

No you don’t! Slip summink in her drink

BIRTHDAY CARD

EXAMPLE:
I was on my last warning from Mrs Example,
Clean up my act stop being an asshole,
Didn’t help my debacle,
I’d just woken up from an all day, all night, filthy (barkle),
Something quite (bait) about today’s date,
I’d was hard to locate I’d drunk too much Pernod,
Took another swipe with my Mach 3 Turbo,
Then it hit me like a raging inferno.

CHORUS:
I don’t believe it I,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She wont be a happy gal,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’s gonna scream and yell,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’ll leave me man, she might as well,
Forgot her bloody birthday card.

EXAMPLE:
I try to keep things relative,
Never give (?) to myself if I can,
But I can only think negative,
Used to tell her shit like I’d lost my pen,
Now there’s a chance I’ll never see her face again,
So I walk a fine line, but it’s not the end,
See I bought her a voucher for H and M,
She can get a new skirt and she’ll look the part,
And if it don’t work pour out my heart,

Look, yeah, I’m going to be completely honest with you,
You know I love you, you know I respect you,
At the end of the day, a birthday card,
It’s just a piece of paper isn’t it?
In an envelope.
Yeah I know a voucher is a piece of paper too,
Yeah, but you can get a skirt with that,
Well you can get shoes then.

Wait, nah that’s bullshit,
I can’t do that,
Cant sound like a wanker, (a girly chat),
So I gotta make a dash for the petrol station,
Cause their cards are perfect for any occasion,
I drop my razor and splash my (boat),
I grab some tracky-d’s and a random coat,
Then I’m on it with a wallet,
And I hit the pavement,
I’m running down the street with my face half shaven,

I’m getting stronger and stronger my legs are burning,
There’s still hope yet just a couple of turn-in’s,
See the longer I wander the more I scream,
She gets here at 10 and it’s quarter to.

CHORUS:
I don’t believe it I,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She wont be a happy gal,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’s gonna scream and yell,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’ll leave me man, she might as well,
Forgot her bloody birthday card.

EXAMPLE:
I get to the garage,
Panic scanning the rack,
99 percent of the range is all crap,
Happy Birthday Dad, Worlds Best Mother,
I Love You Sister, You’re a Special Brother,
No other bloody card with a cover for a lover,
Plus I’m getting kinda stressed as I search for another,
But this one struck me,
It’s pink and funky,
With a cartoon print of a drunken monkey.

There’s a chance I’ll make it I’m nearly done,
I hand him the coins and it’s time to run,
Now it’s 5 minutes too and I’m nearly home,
I feel a vibration and check my phone.

The message reads, “Honey, I’ll be there shortly”,
“I just got off the bus and I’ve started walking”,
So like Kelly Holmes I sprint the home straight,
I rip my tracky-d’s as I hurdle the gate,
I crash through the door, I fall up the stairs,
Looking like I’ve been in intensive care,
The Biro’s f**ked, the pencil’s broken,
I grab a Magic Marker and write a token,
Of my appreciation for her,
And the things that make her so per-fect,
S**t, there’s the bell,
I seal the envelope it should all be swell,
Look, here she is, my Kiera Knightly,
She gives me a kiss and I hug her tightly,
She asks why I’ve only shaved half my face,
And sweating like I’ve just come first in some race,

I got up extra early,
To exercise and stretch my thighs,
So I could see my special girly,
She looks in my eyes and sees my lies,
With a dubious face she accepts the card,
She reads it, drops it and slaps me hard,
I open it up and prepare for doom,
The text in the card reads Get Well Soon.

CHORUS:
I don’t believe it I,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She wont be a happy gal,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’s gonna scream and yell,
Forgot her bloody birthday card,
She’ll leave me man, she might as well,
Forgot her bloody birthday card.

EXAMPLE:
Ok, I admit, yeah, I messed up big time,
But have I got a surprise for you?
Yep, nah man, wait for it,
I booked us a table,
At Nandos,
No ser.. where you going?,
Serious, where you going?,
It’s only a card!

I don't want

I spotted Miss World too good to be true
But the club was pretty dark and I’d had quite a few
I stagger to her table sipping my brew
But just as I get there she goes to the loo
Impatient bastard now what do I do?
Then I cop her friend and she’s alright too
Her arse in good shape above average boat
I ask her name, she sticks ‘er tongue down my throat
I’m not one to gloat or boast but take note
Twenty minutes gone and she’s getting her coat
So I down my beer – my boys start to cheer
Grin across my face runs from here to here
She gives me the look and I mean the look
Was it love a first sight man or somethin’ she took?
A swagger in my step like a crook, then I think
The girl looks shook she’s had too much to drink
I look at her eyeballs to see if they’re pink
But I don’t get a chance cos she gives me a wink
So travel to hers in an illegal cab
Plus I know she’s a student her house is drab
In my head I'm laughing, I've put the graft in
Stereos playing some timeless Marvin
The lights dim down and the clothes come off
But I pass out, cos her pillow’s too soft

Chrous [x2]
I don't want
(no no no no)
To be true
(no no no no)
I don't want
To make love to you

I’m up the next mornin, but where the hell’s this
I’m trapped in girly purple abyss
It’s proving costly she took me hostage
First things first man where’s the Frosties?
I slowly tiptoe towards the door
But she grabs my left arm like I've broken the law
Now who am I kidding, I aint her guest
But she playing like she got me under house arrest
She starts with a speech about how she’s feeling
But I’m more intrigued by her lilac ceiling
Any time now there’s a question pending
She wants to confirm a romantic ending
Why do they charm you with Hocus Pocus?
I gotta get home for the Football Focus
To dodge small talk I admit defeat
Er how are you for dinner love Tuesday week?

Chrous [x2]
I don't want
(no no no no)
To be true
(no no no no)
I don't want
To make love to you

As we waited at the bus stop she wanted a cab
But I made her see sense with the gift of the gab
A cab’s 20 quid and that’s money for us
Plus its it's one nugget each on the 220 bus
There’s one little issue that we gotta address
I got just enough cash for a Pizza express
Even though she’s wants Thai Chilli Beef with Mango
I’d be content with some wings from Nandos
We get to express but before we can order
She starts with a tirade that I never call her
I say I'm tryna keep my phone bills smaller’
Try and change the subject- ‘have you got taller?’
‘Don’t gimme that, that’s a loada tosh’
She says words like that she’s a little bit posh
‘All I want El is a call at lunches’
As she keeps ranting the waiter approaches
‘Be honest you want this to work or not?’
‘Er, doughballs please and an American Hot’
‘I’m talking geezer I want to know please’
‘She’ll have a Caesar with no anchovies -
And two Peronis’ he makes a note
I look back at her and she’s getting her coat
She heads for the door like a spoilt adult
More food for me ay what a result!

I don't want

Chrous [x2]
I don't want
(no no no no)
To be true
(no no no no)
I don't want
To make love to you

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

Verse 1:

It's worse by the day now, every time I lay down
Words come alive in my head and they play loud
It's like they cant find a way out
Wanna pull the plug on their party, its starting
To worry me, cant get to sleep when I wanna do
How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you?
Everywhere you went from the street to the bed
And repeated through the night everything you said
Tried so many things, pen and a pad
By the side of my bed but its sending me mad
Every time I recline, I decline to opine
But there's always a rhyme at the back of my mind
Tried sippin on bottles of wine when I dine,
So sleep I can find when its time for bedtime
Rest my head fine, but its just no use
Sentences now they forming queues
I reckon, Its worse me than bein heckled
Right now my brains just a broken record
Sleep diminishes, when I start a song
And my mind wont stop cos I always gotta finish it
And when that songs done through to the end
The same track starts all over again
Its like my mind cant function, needs words to munch on
Came to a junction where traffic don't stop

Chorus:

Counting sheep and they never ever go
Losing sleep cos the words just flow
Sounds in my head like a radio
Lay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked
Seems like the verse has become my foe
At war in my head and he don't wanna go
Til ive laid him to rest in the studio
Stay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked

Verse 2:

There aint nothing that's appealing looking at the ceiling
Your eyes wide open wishing you were dreaming
(dreaming) And still the words keep streaming
Its only ever stops when I put em to rest
Then ive shooken the stress, no less
Plus ive tooken the best take lets say I ever coulda taken
Lost weeks of sleep so I had to be patient
You could be forsaken for thinking im mental
I let it all out in the vocal booth,
Syllables putting 'em to soulful use
Released from within this aint a joke its truth
Once I put em in a song, they can never bother me
What the hell is wrong with me, I didn't choose it
Absurd, why I gotta lock these words in the music
Some would say im blessed with a talent and yes
But only when im dead will they give it a rest

(Chorus)

Bridge:

Tell me what's the reason I'm still fighting demons
I'm asking what is their significance
Tell me whatís the reason I'm still fighting demons
I'm pleading, I only wanna get some sleep

(Chorus)

Verse 1:

You’re a bitch, you switched
You constantly changed, every day you were stranger
Monday – fun day, Tuesday – booze day
Wednesday slagging me off to your friends-day
Thursday, oy, fuck Thursday
Called me up broke it to me in the worse way
Firstlay, that’s it, no more Nice Guy
Come Back Crawling More Than Twice Guy
Pissed, in ever-y, sense of the word
I’m a sip another bevvie, all alone like a nerd
I’ve found a new love we’re meeting later
Getting dropped off by a mate of a mate and
Her names Mandy, comes in handy
She nicer than you caue she never ever spiteful
Utterly delightful, getting in a zone
We aint going home cause we’re out for the weekend

Chorus:

She won’t say where we gonna go
And I do not need to know
No No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy
We sit there looking at the Thames
Couldn’t give a fuck about our old friends
No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy

Verse 2:

So, where we gonna go?
I know a few spots down in old Soho
We could go KoKo or Commercial Rd
Or reach to Kings Cross, look I don’t give a toss
It’s just me and you, girl lead the way
Lets seize the day, there’s no need to say
Where we gonna end up cause I don’t give a fuck
About life right now, cos I liked that cow
She lied and I nearly went and wifed that cow
Not right, anyhow, gonna wipe my brow
Get down to business, get her out my head
If I focus my mind she’ll be gone by Christmas
Now I got some brand new crystal mistress
Mandy, trust, you been on my wish list
Let me ave a little, argh, you taste like shit
In 20 minutes time it’ll all be worth it

Chorus:

She won’t say where we gonna go
And I do not need to know
No No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy
We sit there looking at the Thames
Couldn’t give a fuck about our old friends
No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy

Verse 3:

She won’t say where we gonna go
And I do not need to know - No No No No
Argh, Im buzzing off your chemicals
Generally speakin my head and not my genitals
Eyes wide open, heart on a rush-ting
Where I wanna be cause at lunch I was suffering
Sitting on the bus and then tussling with facts
Now I couldn’t give a shit cause my skulls reshuffling
Must have been Mandy, must have been you
I cant string a sentence must have been you
I’m all spaced out now must have been you
The moment I met ya, loved the adventure
Right to the center the problems gone
Not sure if its paradise, lies or dementia
Glad that we met you were good for the night
Been the best 12 hours of the last 6 months

Chorus:

She won’t say where we gonna go
And I do not need to know
No No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy
We sit there looking at the Thames
Couldn’t give a fuck about our old friends
No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy


4 bar drums Bridge:

‘Out me nut, out me nut’
‘Out me nut, out me nut’
‘Out me nut, out me nut’
‘Out of my – nut!’

Chrous:

She won’t say where we gonna go
And I do not need to know
No No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy
We sit there looking at the Thames
Couldn’t give a fuck about our old friends
No
Cos it’s just me and Mandy

[No lyrics]

I get the petrol don't forget to buy a couple of sweets
Sometimes I like to treat myself if only once a week
Open the door, get in the car, sit in the driverís seat
Peer into the rearview mirror and im staring back at me
When I say me I don't mean me as in my own reflection
Hardly slept so I suspect im staring at some weird projection
My brain has made to tell me alcohol abuse is wrong
Whereupon, I turn around and realise somethings going on:
Trust me son, this aint a con, you have to trust your eyeballs
Know those eyes are fine because they're mine so don't be stifled
You're slightly balder now and yes your pubes are turnin grey
But you've travelled back in time cos there's important shit to say


Don't do that (nope) / they'll try to dupe ya
Don't do this (nah) / they'll try to shoot ya
Don't do her (grim!) / she didn't suit ya
Today I met myself and I told me bout my future

So im sat in the front and sat in the back, as you do havin a chat
Asking bout the change in rap and where the musics at
I'm careful not to tell myself entirely everything
I've come here just to warn me as to what the future brings:
Oi, Listen, El, surely you can see that you're me
I'm you, look at the lips, you really cant ignore me
I know that in that bag there's ginger beer and curly-wurlys
It's kinda hurly burly but you must believe my story
I know you tasted glory, was all hunky dory,
Now you're standing on the borderline, today's the day your sure to find,
You don't know where to draw the line, this is the start of your decline
That's why I came back exactly 15 years before your sordid crime

Don't do that (nope) / they'll try to dupe ya
Don't do this (nah) / they'll try to shoot ya
Don't do her (grim!) / she didn't suit ya
Today I met myself and I told me bout my future

Freakin out, I been sneakin bout
Feelin edgy bout the fact that I've seeked me out
Im freakin out, I been sneakin bout
And I've sat inside my car and started speakin bout
What's yet to come

It seems most of what the future has to hold for me is decent
But recently my future self was caught having a threesome
One of the girls was underage with fake identification
The other one was legal but her father's occupation
Was head of a group of hoodlums from just south of the Thames
The entire episode was captured from a hidden lens
They found some substances inside the glove box of my car
So I'm front page of the sun, the mirror and the daily star
I'm either goin down for twenty or thugs are out to get me
My walls are bout to crumble which is why I went and sent me
Back in time, prevent the crime, avoid Jane and Amy
It seems my future selfís a prick but really who can blame me


Don't do that (nope) / they'll try to dupe ya
Don't do this (nah) / they'll try to shoot ya
Don't do her (grim!) / she didn't suit ya
Today I met myself and I told me bout my future

INTRO:
You can blame me,
try to shame me,
and still I’ll care for you,
you can run around,
even put me down,
still I’ll be there for you.

EXAMPLE:
So it's Saturday and I'd rather be chillin'
But you wanna-take me with you to Karen Millen
To buy a new dress cos we're goin for dinner
But none of yours fit cos you used to be slimmer
Or fatter or somethin', I don't know anymore
But your stood at the door and your huffing and puffing
There's no way in hell that you're bluffing
Me, you and shopping aint up for discussion
Now call me a pessimist but I've looked in your wardrobe
And trust me there just aint one dress-I-missed
Know for a fact what your cupboard possesses
So why do you need 20 little black dresses?
Compliments are like rolling a dice
Some advice be precise when you say she looks nice:
"You don't need no help from Suzannah and Trinny,
You're tanned and you're skinny, What more do you want!?"

CHORUS:
You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
And still I'll care for you (Cos you're fit not a minger, I sit like a dog whilst im stuck on your leash)
You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
Still I'll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you're clearly a loon)


EXAMPLE:
We get back to your flat when you crack and you give me a slap
Cos I don't wipe my feet on the mat
And for some stupid reason itís my bloody fault that you didn't feed the cat
But I don't answer back
I just act like a happy-chap
To avoid any chance of me getting one more of your smack-attacks
Make you a sandwich but I shoulda known
That you just wanted simply a packet of snack-a-jacks
And now I want my independence back
But alas I just stare at your ass
And confess to myself that it can't be surpassed
And you're far from a moose so I swallow abuse
It's part of your vanity
That you think its ok every-other word you say's a profanity
Please for sake of humanity
Look, I might understand if you pleaded insanity
What you're lacking is clarity
See you call me your man but you think I'm a charity
Thought it was love but really how can-it-be
Gradually sensing disparity
As we head out for dinner my bottom lip-drops
You're strutting in jeans, a t-shirt and flip-flops
Why buy a dress and just leave it to sit?
No, wait let me guess it donít even fit

CHORUS:
You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
And still I'll care for you (Cos you're fit not a minger, I sit like a dog whilst im stuck on your leash)
You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
Still I'll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you're clearly a loon)

You can play me (Got me wrapped round you finger)
Try to shame me (Still I stand here and linger)
And still I'll care for you (Cos you're fit not a minger, I sit like a dog whilst im stuck on your leash)
You can run around (All erratic and fiery)
Even put me down (Spend a week in the priory)
Still I'll be there for you (I will, I will, I will, I will, love but you're clearly a loon)

I’m gonna care for you,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I will, I will, I will,
I’m gonna care for you.

Man X went up to Man Y,
Stepped in his garden and spat in his eye
and said ‘I aint movin’ your grass is greener-
you wanna settle this name your arena’

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First we made the Wheel
Then we made the Car
Then we made the Bomb
Now it’s all gone wrong

We used to be content with a piece of charcoal
Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole
Then we put our strengths into building castles
Now we’re a tribe of destructive arseholes
Crawled on all fours our hands replaced paws-
As if we foresaw we would open doors
From trees we made oars to explore the shores
We were madly obsessed with the great outdoors
But not in that order I hear you moanin
But what can you tell from a fossilised stone
In a pile of bones the truth becomes clear
We Pioneered schemes just too severe
Way back then there were few concerns
Find meat to eat, chop wood to burn
And learn to avoid the sabre-toothed tiger
Now our biggest enemy is laser-guided
Too much weight draped on our shoulders
The land that we knew stood firm to hold us
Colonisation is what they sold us
So someone decided we needed soldiers
Destructive forces is what they told us
Invent the engine replace the horses
We stretched resources to drive our Porsches
And now it’s all gone wrong

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Man X had forgotten Man Y
He was too busy tryna learn to fly
Meanwhile Man Y mixed a potion
And flattened Man X with a huge explosion

You can turn your backs but you can’t ignore me
There’s a part of this story that’s truly gory
You gotta feel sickness as I depict this
You never can escape that you’ve been a witness
Hunting the deer we became distracted
Disturbed by the way that our neighbours acted
Jumped to conclusions with sick delusions
Cos bulk intrusions had us confused
Began with the fusion of elements new
And strongly denied we’d developed a brew
To burn off flesh of an irrelevant few
A malevolent crew not benevolent
The traitor we hated penned the paper
Concocted a potion to make him greater
We knocked up a treat in a laboratory
At the time of conception it shouted glory
Reel off a list of the usual suspects
Subjectively speaking we all got defects
We all cavemen in a suit and tie
Man why you opposing conform or die
I know I’ve put it simply and quite condensed
The wheel was a brainstorm of commonest sense
But now we need a branch just for terror defence
So somewhere it went wrong, hence…

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