Lyrics
THE SELL OUT
Four letter word
just to get me along.
You know I really hate that band,
But I kinda dig that song
Its got everything you need
Like a slow and catch beat
Stupid simple words
That are not that hard to learn
I want to write a tune
For a soundtrack on a film,
Put the auto tune on
Get the crowd to sing along
While we sit and count our cash
From the coca-cola add
And the royalties we made
From endorsing their lemonade.
Say yeah, .. yeah!
Don’t get me wrong,
Theres passion in this song,
Song writing’s an art
And I’m singing from the heart
But all I’m trying to say
Is that if they want to pay
Then I’m sure we could agree
On a more than equal fee.
One guy from my school
Was creative but not cool
Got a song he wrote at home
On an add for mobile phones
When then they put it on tv
He bought an apartment on the beach
He gave some advice to me,
Said theres just one word you need
Say yeah. .. Yeah!
THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR SQUARE
So we took the fight outside,
Make up streaming from here eyes,
She was cold, was raining then,
Wet clothes and long wet hair,
‘this is shit, I’m out, goodbye’
Thru her teeth, ‘fuck you’ she cried.
Yet another girlfriend gone,
So this aint no love song.
Sexy shoes were in her hand,
As she chased me down the strand.
Screaming curses in my ear,
Walked alone back home from there.
Left the battle of Trafalgar square,
All alone where I belong.
No this aint no love song.
THE RED LIGHT
We’re waiting in the queue
the bouncer gives us lip
We talk back for a laugh
Cos we’re on the list
Johan flipped him off
Cos we didn’t have to pay
He looked real pissed off but had,
Nothing to say.
I was walking to the bar
When I got hit by a bag
Swinging thru the air
On a sexy hand,
She apologised, said:
Are you ok?
Well I’d be just fine, if
I had your name.
Lets party like I’m leaving.
I ran away for a fortnight,
I spent the time in the red light.
Its like a dream but its worse,
Cos its starting to hurt
And it might leave a mark.
She loves it in this club
Like a kid out in the rain
Dancing almost nude and
I’m not complaining,
I want to take her home,
And I lean in to explain,
But the music’s fucking loud
And my French is lame.
Lets party like I’m leaving.
I ran away for a fortnight,
I spent the time in the red light.
Its like a dream but its worse,
Cos its starting to hurt
And it might leave a mark.
So we’re smashing a kebab,
She’s losing her appeal,
I guess no body looks hot
When they’re eating a meal,
I get back to her hotel,
But I left her in the bath,
I make it for the door
With the content of the mini bar.
Lets party like I’m leaving.
I ran away for a fortnight,
I spent the time in the red light.
Its like a dream but its worse,
Cos its starting to hurt
And it might leave a mark. Yeah…
THE DISASTER
Hey, Here comes another disaster,
Hey, We kick it out like the master.
Hey, you got nothing to lose
You’ve got 1, 2, 3 people rockin’ for you
Dance just like there’s nobody watching.
Sing, just like there’s no body listening,
Talk, like you’ve got something to prove
\We count 4,5,6 and we’re rockin’ for you yeah.
We’re international.
But we kick it out like a professional.
I don’t give a shit if you’re from round here,
I don’t care if your not from round here,
We’re still gonna party like its new year.
We’re the voice of the underground.
Hey, you know we do it with meaning,
Hey, Just like they do it in Sweden,
Hey, Because they know how to grove
They got more going on then they know what to do with.
Dance just like there’s nobody watching.
Sing, just like there’s no body listening,
Talk, like you’ve got something to prove
We count 4,5,6 and we’re coming for you yeah.
THE CHASE
She don’t want to stay and she’s ready to go,
without looking at me, she was letting me know
she gives me a ticket,
to pick up her jacket,
as she sips from her cocktail.
if you want it, come and get it
shes walking away, and I’m letting her go,
with no invitation, I just left her alone,
Then she turns to look at me,
while waving a taxi,
and suggests with a half smile.
if you want it, come and get it.
back to her flat and there’s nobody home,
took her shoes off fast but took her dress of slow
I saw her winking,
then I herd her breath in,
Thru a rolled up bank note.
if you want it, come and get it
Turns out she’s an author of a blog I don’t know
writes all the details with the whole world to show
She sounded deflated,
And I was frustrated,
But the headline reading.
If you want it, come and get it.
THE SCHOOL REUNION
You don’t remember me,
How embarrassing
When I was 17
I fucked you in a limousine
So you’re in marketing
On a good salary,
You save it up and
blow it all on coke and ecstasy
People talk
Now you’re a model yeah?
For womens underwear
I think I saw you giving
Blowjobs on the internet
Yeah I still got my band,
We’re fucking rocking man,
We’ve played at Glastonbury
And opened for Franz Ferdinand
Where’s jonny football at?
He’s looking kinda fat..
Heard he got siflis from a
Prostitute in Amsterdam
You want another beer
I guess that’s why I’m here
And to talk shit with all you c–ts
I haven’t seen in years.
THE ANDERSON FAMILY DRAMA
Its good to be back home again, with family,
I have been away so long travelling,
Let the smoke clear from my head, and now I see
That she is everything I’m not allowed to be.
Shes intelligent yet cold, and beautifully,
Hides emotion from her eyes. Secretly,
She is balling my best friend, in spite of me
Confessing my love for her in writing.
Dry your secrets from your eyes, painfully.
Take the bandage from my arm, carefully.
You keep loneliness and pain, and sadness to.
Give me family and love, give me truth.
THE BOOM BOOM SONG
I think flip flops in winter
Is better than boots in summer
I think that vests in summer
Is better than shorts in winter
Sun glasses at night in summer
Looks stupid and I hate those fuckers.
Collars up, chewing gum like a player,
Your not cool you look dumb your not famous.
I wear suits on the weekend,
But I work in jeans and t-shirts.
I think that skirts in summer
Is better than skirts in winter..
But t-shirts with scarf’s in summer
Looks cool, rock’n’roll mother fucker!
I wear suits on the weekend.
But I work in jeans and t shirts.
THE GUN
I got me some guns
Down on Temple Street
Gonna have me some fun
Gonna shoot some meat
But I feel so young
Aiming at such petite…
Cans, (beer) cans
So I said to some mates
Right after several drinks
‘you Wanna come to my place?
Where we can shoot some things’
So we went there in haste
And then came suddenly
No pow wow
Put the gun down, etc.
I wanna fire
I wanna fight
I wanna shoot into the night
I want the goods, I want the pain
I want to get this shot away
So the neighbours had called
Cos it was 6am
Cops had come once before
I was sick of them
In my face with a torch / With the flashlighted force
They had signaled the end
No pow wow
Dave said, “god dam the cops
They’ve got no sense of fun”
But it’s really no loss
Cos I’ve still got my gun
And I don’t give a toss
Still got the good stuff done.
No pow wow
Put the gun down,
I wanna fire
I wanna fight
I wanna shoot into the night
I want to feel the fine display
I want to get this shot away