Zombie Eyes

A-Tick tock, turn off the box

A-Tick-tick tock, you’re looking lost

A-Tick tock, turn off the box

A-Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick,

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that I’m, a-doing fine

I am Just, out-side my mind

I think that I, am A-okay

Kickin’ about, most of the day.

You may just, even realise

Far from dead-I’m, very-much alive

You may even, be surprised

To see I’ve got those, zombie eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes

She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that it-could, work o-kay

I fall apart when, ever-you’re away

I don’t think that, I need a life

When I see your, Zombie eyes!

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie, Zombie,

Zombie-eyes

You're Unbelievable

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Got to get off, executive drugs

I’ve been wholly credit crunched

I can’t keep up with, the magic dust.

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every morning, I make love

You may think I’m a cupid stunt

But I worn my knob, to a twelve inch stump

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

A barrel of beer just isn’t enough

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Every day I plot to kill my boss

I’ve got to break this habit I’ve got

Tell the truth my teachers preached

And life will treat you, “Oh, so sweet”

Never heard such amazing tosh

So I veneer my life with a sheen of gloss

Little, inconsequential me

You might call them worthless lies

I call them my,

Disguise

You may hate the daylight

You may hate the daylight,

When-it rains You may think that

your home town is strange

You may not believe, that

there’s a place inside my heart,

for a town called nowhere

We may rush in head-strong

Without thought, We may make an

historical mistake

We may not con+sider

the lives of next-door neighbours

in a place called nowhere

               (I know not what path

others take…

but-I’ve been a different person

I’ve been in other worlds than this – you know

It’s what it means to me

To be some act-real person

To be some-one who knows which – way to go

It’s just a show

…give me death

or  lib-er-ty)

I will try to contact

You one day, I’ll even say

there is some other way

even though we’re parted

I will always come back -

to a town called nowhere

Whatever happened to Baby Jade?

Three-fourteen AM - stop the press

Jade Goody admits she is dead

‘Family would like privacy.’

It seems a little late to ask

Goody's body was placed in the back of an estate car and driven away.

Surely the best in UGC

Plastination not withstanding

She died on Mother’s Day, aw shucks

This second coming This

perfect people’s princess prasad

This lady dies

Not with laughing but with screaming

I hope, in my heart

One less bullying

Big fat momma

The Word of God

Got no messiahs / Om my mind,

No prophets predicting / The flow of time,

No father, Son, nor Holy Ghost

Got no sacrificial goat.

Words are made by

The noises we utter

From each to each

And each to the other

And others are made

By the touch of a lover

And lovers are made

In the sibilant whisper

Of words that twist and slip - And slither.

Got no miracles / Down my street

No forbidden apples / Fall at my feet

No Adam & Eve, nor Cain & Able

No parables, hymns, nor fables.

Words are stated visions, given

Life by air we breath

Be they first, or be they last,

they’re

Nothing but our dreams…

You can grab ‘em

You can pack ‘em

You can wrap ‘em

You can have ‘em

You can need ‘em

You can heed ‘em

You can take ‘em

You can leave ‘em

Got no kingdom come / To go to

No subway ticket / To Hell’s inferno,

No paradise to reward the strife

No Virgin-Mary-Bloody-Wife

And dreams do not become

Reality

On the wings of some great

Prayer,

For prayers are nought but

Visions stated in the stale and

Stagnant

Air, that is words.

You can grab ‘em

You can pack ‘em

You can wrap ‘em

You can have ‘em

You can need ‘em

You can heed ‘em

You can take ‘em

You can leave ‘em

You can lose ‘em

You can smooth ‘em

You can move ‘em

You can groove ‘em

You can pick ‘em

You can clip ‘em

You can miss ‘em

You can hiss ‘em

You can hug ‘em

You can love ‘em

You can suck ‘em

You can…

Got no herein-therafter / Got no earthly-holy father

No touch of god, nor sense of sin / Just this space, that I stand in,

& Here I stand, or here I fall,

& That is that for

that is all.

Winners

When Stockton wins the lottery / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have another building for free / Hooray Hooray

All the men will work, for a week or two

And then you know

what they’re gonna do

They’ll be pissing on the

Likes of me and you

When the lottery comes to town.

They’ll get the royals to open it up / Hooray Hooray

And we should not believe our luck / Hooray Hooray

We’ll have our own monstrosity / On the corner of

 Prince Regent’s street

It’ll gleam, n it’ll sheen / n it’ll be real neat

When the lottery comes to town.

The queen will make a speech to us / Hooray, hooray

Her loyal subjects under foot / Hooray, Hooray

My husband and I couldn’t give a fuck

About your lives, / n how it’s tough

Your far too dirty n covered up in muck

You don’t speak my language, do you dears, you sound too rough

These doors, all shiny, will be staying firmly shut

For what’s inside is far too good

For people with your kind of luck

And by royal decree, this shrine is reserved for we

               When the lottery comes to town.

They act as if it’s understood / Hooray, Hooray

They can twist and turn our neighbourhood / Hooray, Hooray

It may not seem like very much / But we call it home

N we love it as such

So stop tearing all our favourite buildings down

               Don’t let the lottery fuck with your town.

What’s your poison

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you drink too much

Do you twist and shout

Do you watch TV

Do you play about

Do you smoke the contents of the kitchen cupboard

Do you pray to god

Do you love your mother

Do you have a long lost forgotten brother

Did you marry yourself to a high class hooker

Did you escape in one way or another?

Lest we forget those that give, of their lives

So that we may look good naked

Do you secretly wish you were circumcised

Do you want to be arranged by the surgeon’s knives

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you eat only the crumbliest flakiest chocolate

Do you press one hundred and sixty nine pounds

Do you suffer Triskaidekaphobia

Do you spit or swallow often enough

Do you piss in a bucket

Do you play chess / Do you like it rough

Do you re-use plastic carrier bags

Did you see yourself upon the slab

Did you think that death would be the last

What’s you poison, have you worked it out?

Do you have yourself a nice little stash

Do you get erections when you take a slash

Do you read of peados and cruelly laugh

Do you fuck yourself with hammer shafts

Do you dream of blowing the Taliban away

Do you think I’m alright Jack, I’m okay

Do you think you’ve got, nothing to hide