Track Listing

1. Generation Y?

2. The Resurrection Men

3. See If They Applaud

4. Forgotten

5. Exit Route

6. My Own Private Riot

7. Edge Of My Seat

8. Bulletin Britain

9. Night Driving

10. Lidocaine Baby

11. Land Of The Free

12. My Beautiful Defence

Lyrics
B C Four o'clock in the morning and my coffee got cold
B C# E F# And I’ve been watching the street lamps flick off with the dawn
B C# E F# So I take a deep breath inwards and my hair’s pulled down my throat
B C# EF# I look up at the sky ask "do you mind if I smoke?"

B C# EF# (x3) La da da
C# E F# Talkin’ bout degeneration

B C# E F# And what about democracy and what about equality
B C# E F# We’re all asking the age old question so what about me?
B C# E F# And we turn to face the cameras pointing knives towards each others back
B C# E (tacet) Saying I’m a product of my generation You could make a film about that

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B C# E F# And the bigwigs down on fleet street are cashing in on this parade
B C# E F# Selling hot dogs by disaster zones counting every dollar made
B C# E F# And we pay out for the gossip and the latest on our own demise
B C# E F# Like the prints supposed to be our ears like the screens supposed to be our eyes

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G#m You said that it meant nothing
F# You said that you just met her
G#m Well as far as your excuses go baby
F# You could do better

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The Resurrection Men

They’re coming with their stories and they’re coming with their wine
They got a copy of a Chopin tune and an old no-smoking sign
They’re mapping every person’s life
Aligning every chart
They’ve got a kitchen knife and a power cable poised against each heart

They say we are your morphine vision
We are your TV screen
We are your chat show host
We are your magazine
We’ve got trace elements
In each fashion every trend
So lets end this story kids see if you do it all again
The resurrection men

They’re watching all those people in the corporate oceans tide
The choreography of commerce the backhanders and the lies
They’re erasing all the figures all the dollars all the dreams
They say you can always tell a suicide by the length of the scream

And we are your morphine vision we are your other half
We are your healthy living we are your epitaph
We’ve got your second chances dressed in an accident
You want the next big bang then you can just send
The resurrection men

They’re coming with their bank books They’re collecting every fare
From burning nights in Nagasaki frozen days in Val-d’Isere
And now the walls crumble round downing street and capitol hill
Its only murder if you twist the knife with intent to kill

And they’re coming with their butane they’re coming with their signs
From the black and white divisions the bloody ware and their front lines
They fan the flames of degradation to a mariachi band
Cos the crimes always committed using someone else's hand

We are Your morphine vision we are your sleepless nights
We are your catechism we are your final rights
We’ve got your weakness pegged each break and every bend
You throw a tragedy we’ll always attend
The resurrection men


See if they Applaud
I had too much to drink last night now I’m lying on the floor
Watching the coloured patterns in my eyes
Leftovers from the light
And this bearing all thing is harder than I thought
I’m gonna pull out my own tail feathers and see if they applaud

See I always had this problem while you were still around
We both threw our cards on the table but yours were all face down
And the thing about failure is it happens when you’re out of time
You don’t know that you’ve lost the race until you cross the finish line

How high
Well I’ll refrain this time
You know the rains come down again
And you’ll pardon me if I don’t seem surprised

Now the grey suits and the big boys are all slaves to their bank balance see
The media mass markets freedom as the ultimate commodity
And you tattoo my image on the lips of all your friends
As some tight cunt to fuck and leave and fuck again

How high.....


Forgotten

I have been looking for loose change
Down behind the armchair seat
I’ve been propping up this coffee cup
Looking down, down into the street

And I hat what I’ve become said
I hate the insecurity of freedom
Holding every breath, counting every step
Checking every sentence with a polygraph test

Hey yeah all is forgotten

And you have always craved a conscience
And I have constantly avoided that with
Sincere regrets sir I must inform you
I will not be another feather in your cap

hey yeah all is forgotten

I had it all worked out
Had all my T’s crossed my errors ringed
You got me all worn down
You had to go and ruin everything


Exit Route

God’s electrician sparked up the heavens once again
Northbound on the 7:10
And the Lord said let there be commuters
Talking pension plans medicals and monthly targets end to end
And I was hoping I could steal you
Away from all that chemical release
We were both walking talking silk-wrapped razor blades
Carving our initials into each others memories and

I know I cant place blame
But this was all you idea
I just got out when I did
To prove the exit route was clear

And I’ve seen you play dumb but what else can you do
I’ve seen you dodge my questions like bullets but come on honey show me something new
Show me this amphetamine psychosis show me this not-quite-comatose Its Gonna track us up for the evening
And you and I can support each other like rotting fence posts

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We both lay on the floor end to end
While our bodies and our brains gave up the fighting
And your bedsit looked like some sick demon had rolled in
It looked like hell with fluorescent lighting


My Own Private Riot

Keep me
Again at arms length
All I hear is your heart you know baby
It never shuts up
Its all right
This heart is on fire
Just save your own ass go
Leaving me burning

Maybe I am The one that you run to when she puts the telephone down
Maybe I am the in between girl and you’re sure between girls in this town

What am I not saying here
Hear the spaces between that
Measure all
The words I don’t know
You are
you’re not welcome here
I’m counting your reasons on one hand
Then fitting them in

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The Edge of My Seat

Well Hey there come over here
I’ve got something to show you
Just swivel in your power chair
D’you want me to be Persephone the cookie queen
Or Snow White too
Well forgive me for my complexion and my lewd tongue
And lack of sensitivity
But I’m not some easy little girl
If you wanna fight someone you can
Come fight me
Lets do it now

An I could sit with my hand intertwined
And shrug my shoulders pretending everything's just fine
But what fun is life when you’re just
Cowering in a corner waiting to drown all the time
And he grins and winks at me saying
Honey I’m your godsend I sense you’re incomplete
And I smile and turn the other way so come on big boy
I’ll meet you on the edge of my seat
Lets do it now

And there she goes to her samurai
Panties tucked high
The past tense can be your alibi

And we have been draped across these bar stools
Picking holes out of our size six boots and
He has been greasing every female with a gaze
That smacks of I’ll have anything that moves
So we take up the initiative
And stroll over to Mr. Muscles in that predatory waltz
Saying hey there Lets see what you’ve got boy
And don’t mind our amusement or preliminary insults
Lets do it now


Bulletin Britain

Hello anger its me
I’ve been calling almost an hour
I left a message on your machine
Yeah well I guess you’re out
I heard a black guy got killed today
Struck by nine and dead by one
But we all bleed red don’t we
No matter what side of town we’re from

And I was driving out of town
Listening to the radio
And somebody wanted to know why does the whole country stand accused
And just as the answer was coming back I passed under I railway bridge
And the words got lost in a flood of static
We washed our hands disguised the bruise

And I should have known we’d never do it
Never see humanity as a screwball work of art
We’ve gotta pick our shades and choose our pigments
That's Bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart

We’ve been hanging on each news report shaking our heads and loading blanks
While its been slowly gaining interest in the public memory banks
So that if we just close our eyes then we may all be absolved
Don't talk to us about blame in fact don’t talk at all there problem solved

Chorus

And they’re coming to the door spilling names and what they’ve learned
And she’s muttering her thankyou's even as the deadbolt turned

Chorus
We need our borders our specifics
We’ve got each culture on a population graph
We’re branding the "them and us" with extremist hieroglyphics
That's bulletin Britain rallying round its colour chart


Night Driving

I’m sitting here like statistics amid teenage pregnancies and misfits
Plotting my uncertain chart
And the constant of our frequency the graph that follows your feelings for me
Looks like a work of abstract art
And in the law of love that you broke you employed me
As your attorney
And you are still learning and I’m still faithfully returning
To the crime scene

And I’m having trouble with the jargon
Having trouble getting out of this tune
And my headlights are bruised and broken but I’m
Still nightdriving with you

And I’m into all this feeling sorry stuff after loves been gained and loves been lost
These bruises are the landmark of the end
And you were never a good lover you were never a great enemy
And you couldn’t even manage a good friend

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You said its all about symmetry and the half reflection of you and me
Can’t piece together whats gone
Watching my colours bleed and stain your hands with no regrets and no demands
I expected a better Armageddon.

Chorus


Lidocaine Baby

Beauty is skin deep and mines not even that
You broke through I couldn't touch you and you
Left me shaking on the concrete ground
Its funny how things just turn around in one minute
You got what you wanted but man I’m sure there was a hair’s breadth in it and

You’re my lidocaine baby
And I lied again baby
And hell hath no fury
Like me

Cold as stone and I think I needed that to understand
I fell in feet first bloody underwear is in my hand
And he said my pockets are lined with deep regret
Whatever the fashion for constant angst I haven’t learned it yet

Chorus

One two spread your legs girls
Those dirty little angels
This tense this numb
And lets forget the alarm bells


Land of the Free

They’re piling bodies up on the plains
All of the strangers with so many claims and
All that hope served as a warning
Now they’re falling like dominoes on a late December morning
Stack up the dead and just leave them
It proves we’ve got the last word in patriotism
And send the live ones to some western reservation
They’ve got the wrong coloured skin and ideas above their station

And you’re singing holy homeland
While a nation is choking
You smile and say you know we said land of the free?
Yeah well we were just joking

This land is your land
With one roll of the dice and one guiltless command
You’re sitting watching TV
Accepting moral direction from a crank shrink with an impressive CV
Your new god is your video screen
Washed up and spun out by and American dream,
Only memories of ghosts that patrol this place
This land, your land is a terminal case

Chorus

And who am I to criticise
From a country with no problems about selling one another
I guess we all have our dirty ink stains on the history books
On the pages on the cover
And at dawn storm clouds disappear the future brings all hope and glory
Ghost dancers rise 500 years
Like there will never be another end to this story

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My Beautiful Defence

Hey looks like sleep is here
Its two thirty AM the town has been cleared and
The traffic has stopped for the minute at least
We lie like a symphony under the sheets

And earlier today you said you know girl
We’re like two different halves of two different worlds
And I said that's fine who says difference repels

Like some crackpot play or some sketch of fate
We’ve carried the scripts and the times and the dates
In each others arms and our bodies are spent
And you’ve got the roll of my beautiful defence

And I spent some time trying to sum up your eyes
In a cafe in Oldham street under Indian skies
Through the racks of your history and all the crossed lives
And you looked so sad with all those ghosts on your tail
When they claw at your skin you’re all secrets and veils you say
Its dragging me under the riptide and I said
When the whole world comes down I’ll hold it up round your head

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Maybe we can change the world it might just take a while
If we’re gonna fight our corner we’re gonna do it in style
Cos you’ve got the beauty and you’ve got the heart
And that is as good a place as any to start
You’re my beautiful defence