The Flowers of Romance

Woke up thinking bout you today
Why does it have to be this way
We drove each other crazy
Bye bye babe
Bye bye baby
Well I guess it's over and it's done
We had some good tiimes and we had fun
We drove each other crazy
I'll always love you

Bye bye baby
Babe bye bye
Bye bye baby
Don't you cry
Bye bye baby
Babe bye bye
Bye bye baby
Don't you cry

Woke up thinking bout you today
Felt sad and lonely
We drove each other crazy
I'll always love you baby

Well I guess it's over and it's done
We had some good times-we had fun
We drove each other crazy
I'll always love you

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Loose lips sunk ships
I'm getting to grips with what you said
No it's not in my head
I can't awaken the dead
Day after day

Why don't we talk about it
Why do you always doubt that there can be a better way
It doesn't make me wanna stay

Why don't we break up
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away

You say we're fatally flawed
When I'm easily bored
Is that OK?
Strike me off your list
Make this the last kiss
I walk away

Why don't we talk about it?
I'm only here don't shout it
Give 'em time, you'll forget
Let's pretend we never met

Why don't we break up?
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away

Screw you
I didn't like your taste anyway
I chose you
That's all go to waste it
It's Saturday
I'll go out and find another you

Why don't we?
Why don't we break up?
There's nothing left to say
I got my eyes shut
Praying they won't stray
Oh we're not sexed up
That's what makes the difference today
I hope you blow away
I hope you blow away
I hope you blow away

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Hoy estoy mañana me voy
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I love you
I do, I do

But I told her why we just can't make it
I want you still but just can't take it
The time has come we oughta break it
Someone has to pay the price

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's over
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
It's true, it's true

And I think of times we were together
As time went on it seemed forever
But times have changed
Now things are better
Someone had to pay the price

Holidays in the Sun
Cheap holiday in other peoples miseryI don't wanna holiday in the sunI wanna go to the new BelsenI wanna see some historyCause now I got a reasonable economyNow I got a reasonNow I got a reasonNow I got a reason and I'm still waitingNow I got a reasonNow I got reason to be waitingThe Berlin wallIn sensurround sound in a two inch wallI was waiting for the communist callI didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War threeI'm looking over the wall and they're looking at meNow I got a reasonNow I got a reasonNow I got a reason and I'm still waitingNow I got a reasonNow I got a reason to be waitingThe Berlin wallThey're staring all night And they're staring all dayI had no reason to be here at allAnd now I got a reason It's no real reasonAnd I'm waiting The Berlin wallI got to go over the Berlin wallI don't understand this thing at allI’m gonna go over the Berlin wallI’m gonna go over the Berlin wallI’m gonna go over the Berlin wallClaustrophobia there's too much paranoiaThere's too many closets So when will we fallAnd now I gotta reasonIt's no real reason to be waitingThe Berlin wallI got to go over the wallI don't understand this thing at allThis third rate B movie showCheap dialogueCheap essential sceneryI got to go over the wallI wanna go over the Berlin wallBefore they come over the Berlin wallI don't understand this thing at allI’m gonna go over the wallI wanna go over the Berlin wallI’m gonna go over the Berlin wallBefore they come over the Berlin wallI don't understand this thing at allPlease don't be waiting for me
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Bodies
She was a girl from Birmingham She just had an abortionShe was a case of insanityHer name was Pauline she lived in a treeShe was a no one who killed her babyShe sent the letters from the countryShe was an animal She was a bloody disgraceBody I'm not an animal Body I'm not an animalDragged on a table in a factory Illegitimate place to beIn a packet in a lavatoryDie little baby screaming Body Screaming fucking bloody messNot an animal It's an abortionBody I'm not an animalMummy, Mummy, MummyI'm not an abortion Throbbing squirm Gurgling bloody messI'm not a dischargeI'm not a loss in proteinI'm not a throbbing squirm…Fuck this And fuck thatFuck it allAnd fuck her fucking bratShe don't wanna baby that looks like thatI don't wanna baby that looks like thatBody I'm not no animalBody An abortionBody I'm not an animalBody I'm not an animalAn animalI'm not an animalI'm not an animalAn animalI'm not an animalI ain’t no animalBody I'm not an animalI'm not an animalAn animalI ain’t no animalI'm not an animalI'm not an animalMummy
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No Feelings
I’ve seen you in the mirror when the story beganI fell in love with you I love your mortal sinYour brains are locked away But I love your companyI only ever leave you When you got no moneyI got no emotions for anybody else You better understandI'm in love with myself MyselfMy beautiful selfNo feeling No feelingNo feelings For anybody elseHello and goodbyeAnd a runaround SueYou follow me around like a pretty pot of glueI kick you in the head You got nothing to sayGet out of the way cause I gotta getawayYou never realise I take the piss out of youYou come up and see me and I beat you black and blueAll dayI'll send you awayI got no feelingNo feelingNo feelingFor anybody elseExcept for myself My beautiful selfishThere ain’t no moonlight after midnightI see you silly people out looking for delightWell, I'm so happy I'm feeling so fineI'm watching all the rubbish wasting my timeI look around your house You got nothing to stealI kick you in the brains when you get down to kneelI prayYou pray to your godNo feeling No feelingI’ve got no feeling For anybody elseNo feelingNo feelingNo feelingFor anybody elseExcept for myself Your daddy's gone away Be back another daySee his picture hanging on your wall
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Liar
Liar, lie, lie, lieYou liar, lie, lie, lieTell me whyTell me why Why’d you have to lieShould've realised That you should've told the truthShould've realised You know what I'll doYou're in suspensionYou're a liar Now I wanna know And know I wanna know Why you never look me in the faceBroke a confidence It’ll please your egoShould've realised You know what I knowYou're in suspensionYou're a liar I know where you go Everybody you knowI know everything that you do or saySo when you tell lies I always be in your wayI'm nobody's fool and I know all Cause I knowWhat I knowYou're in suspensionYou're a liar You're a liar You're a liar Lie, lie, lie, lie, lieLiar, lie, lie, lieYou liar, lie, lieI think you're funny You're funny ha haI don't need it Don't need your blah blahShould've realised I know what you areYou're in suspensionYou're in suspensionYou're in suspensionYou're a liar You're a liar You're a lie, lie, lie
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God Save The Queen
God save the queen The fascist regimeIt made you a moron Potential H bombGod save the queen She ain't no human beingThere is no future In England's dreamingDon't be told what you want Don't be told what you needThere's no future No future No future for youGod save the queen We mean it manWe love our queen God saves God save the queen Cause tourists are moneyAnd our figurehead Is not what she seemsOh god save history God save your mad paradeLord god have mercy All crimes are paidWhen there's no future How can there be sinWe're the flowers in the dustbinWe're the poison in the human machineWe're the future Your futureGod save the queen We mean it manWe love our queen God savesGod save the queen We mean it manThere is no future In England's dreamingNo future No future No future for you No future No future No future for meNo future No future No future for youNo future No future for you
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ProblemsToo many problems Why I am hereDon’t need to beBecause you're all too clearAnd I can see there's something wrong with youBut what do you expect me to doAt least I gotta know what I wanna beDon't come to me if you need pityAre you lonely You got no oneYou got your body in suspension That's no problemProblemProblemThe problem is youEat your heart out on a plastic trayYou don't do what you want and you'll fade awayYou won't find me working nine to fiveIt's too much fun being aliveI'm using my feet for my human machineYou won't find me living for the screenAre you lonely All needs cateredYou got your brains dehydratedProblemProblemProblemThe problem is youAnd whatcha gonna doProblemProblemI a death trip But I ain't automaticYou won't find me just staying staticDon't you give me any orderTo people like me there is no orderBet you thought you had it all worked outBet you thought you knew what I was aboutBet you thought you solved all your problemBut you are the problemProblemProblemProblemThe problem is youAnd whatcha gonna doWith your problemI’ll leave that to youProblemThe problem is youYou got a problemWhatcha gonna doYou’re going to a doctor Gonna take you awayThey’ll take you away And they’ll throw away the keyThey don't want you and they don't want meYou got a problem The problem is youProblem What you gonna doProblemHave you got a problemProblemHave you got a problemProblemProblemProblem
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Seventeen
You're only 29 Got a lot to learnBut when your mummy dies She will not returnWe like noise it's our choice It's what we wanna doWe don't care about long hairI don't wear See my face not a trace No realityI don't work I just speed That's all I needI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy sodI'm so lazy YawnI'm a lazy sodI'm a lazy SidI'm a lazy sodI'm so lazyI can't even be botheredLazyLazy
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Anarchy in the UK
Right NowHa, ha, haI am an antichrist I am an anarchistDon't know what I wantBut I know how to get itI wanna destroy passer by Cause I Wanna be AnarchyNo dogs bodyAnarchy for the UKIt's coming sometime and maybeI give a wrong time stop at traffic lineYour future dream is a shopping schemeCause I I wanna be AnarchyIn the cityHow many ways to get what you wantI use the best I use the restI use the enemy I use anarchy Cause I Wanna be AnarchyIt’s the only way to be Is this the MPLAOr is this the UDAOr is this the IRAI thought it was the UK Or justAnotherCountryAnother council tenancyI wanna be AnarchyAnd I wanna be AnarchyKnow what I meanAnd I wanna be AnarchistGet pissed Destroy
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Submission
I'm on a submarine mission for you babyI feel the way you were goingI picked you up on my TV screenI feel your undercurrent flowingSub mission Going down downDragging her downSub mission I can't tell you what I foundYou've got me pretty deep babyI can't figure out your watery loveI got to solve your mysteryYou're sitting it out in heaven aboveSub mission Going down downDragging her downSub mission I can't tell you what I foundWell, it’s a mysteryUnder the seaIn the waterSub mission Going down downDragging her downSubmission I can't tell you what I foundCause it's a secretUnder the waterIn the seaIt’s an octopus rockYou've got me pretty deep babyI can't figure out your watery loveI got to solve your mysteryYou're sitting it out in heaven aboveSub mission Going down downDragging her downSub mission I can't tell you what I foundSub missionSub mission Going down, down, under the seaI wanna drown, down, under the waterGoing down, down, under the sea
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Pretty Vacant

There's no point in asking You'll get no replyJust remembered don't decideI got no reason it's all too muchYou'll always find usOut to lunchWe're so pretty Oh so pretty We’re vacantWe're so pretty Oh so pretty VacantDon't ask us to attend Cause we're not all thereI don't pretend cause I don't careI don't believe illusions Too much is realStuff your cheap commentCause we know what we feelWe're so pretty Oh so pretty We’re vacantWe're so pretty Oh so pretty VacantWe're so pretty Oh so pretty And nowAnd we don't careThere's no point in asking You'll get no replyI just remembered I don't decideI got no reason it's all too muchYou'll always find meOut to lunchWe’re out at lunchWe're so pretty Oh so pretty We’re vacantWe're so pretty Oh so prettyWe’re vacantWe're so pretty Oh so prettyAnd nowAnd we don't careWe're pretty Pretty vacantWe're pretty Pretty vacantWe're pretty Pretty vacantWe're pretty Pretty vacantAnd we don’t care
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New York

An imitation from New YorkYou're made in Japan from cheese and chalkYou're hippie tarts hero cause you put on a bad showYou put on a bad show Oh, don't let it showStillOut on those pillsOh, do you rememberThink it's swell playing Max's KansasYou're looking bored and you're acting flashWith nothing in your gut you better keep your month shutYou better keep your month shut You're in a rutStillOut on those pillsDo the samboFour years on you still look the sameI think it's about time you changed you brainYou're just a pile of shit coming to thisYou poor little faggotYou're sealed with a kissKiss meThink it's swell playing in JapanEverybody knows Japan is a dishpanYou're just a pile of shit you're coming to thisYou poor little faggotYou're sealed with a kissStillOut on those pillsCheap thrills Anadin’s, Aspro’s anythingYou're condemned to eternal bullshitYou're sealed with a kissKiss meA kiss, a kiss You're sealed with a kissLooking for a kiss And coming to thisOh, a kissYou do just about anythingWell, kiss thisPlayboy
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EMI (Unlimited Edition)

It’s an unlimited supply And there is no reason whyI tell you it was all a frameThey only did it cause of fameWhoEMIEMIToo many people had the sussToo many people support usAn unlimited amountToo many outlets in and outWhoEMIEMIAnd sir and friends were crucifiedA day they wish that we had diedWe are an additionWe are ruled by noneEver, ever, everAnd you thought that we were fakingThat we were all just money makingYou do not believe we're for realOr you would lose your cheap appealDon't you judge a book just by the coverUnless you cover just anotherAnd blind acceptance is a signOf stupid fools who stand in lineLikeEMIEMIUnlimited edition with an unlimited supplyThat was the only reason we all had to say goodbyeUnlimited supplyEMIThere is no reason whyEMII tell you it was all a frameEMIThey only did it cause of fameEMII do not need the pressureEMII can't stand those useless foolsEMIUnlimited supplyEMIHello EMIGoodbye A&M
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I Wanna Be Me
Turn the page and it’s the scoop of the centuryDon't wanna be L7 I had enough of thisThis is brainwash And this is a clueTo the stars who fool youTell me why you cant explainYou're only looking for vinylYeah, didn't they fool you They wanna be youGimme world war three We can live againYou didn't fool me I fooled youYou wanna be me Yeah, you wanna be meYou wanna be someoneRuin someoneYeah, didn't I fool you I ruined youYeah, didn't I fool you I sussed you outI got you in the camera And I got you in my camera A second of your life Ruined for lifeYou wanna ruin me in your magazineYou wanna cover us in margarineAnd now is the time You got the timeTo realiseTo have real eyesDown, down, down, downI'll take you down on the undergroundDown in the dark And down in the cryptDown in the dark Where the typewriter fitDown with your pen and pad Ready to kill To make me illDown, wanna be someone Wanna be someoneNeed to be someone You wanna be me Ruin meA typewriter god A black and white kingPVC Blackboard books Black and whiteWanna be me

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Did You No Wrong
I don't mind the things that you sayI don't even mind going out of my wayI try and do these things for youWhy should I do itOur love is untrueI did you no wrongI did you no wrongGoing out of my headI ain't seen you off the screenBut those films are my dreamAnd I can't take much more of youThe bog is no place to imagine your faceOh, can't you see I'm out of my headOh, can't you see I'm just a little insaneOh, can't you see I'm going out of my headOh, can't you see I'm loony againI’m going down, down, downOut of my headI did you no wrongI did you no wrongI did you no wrongI did you no wrongI did you no wrongGoing out of my headI ain't seen you off the screenBut those films are my dreamAnd I can't take much more of youThe bog is no place to see your faceOh, can't you see I'm out of my headOh, can't you see I'm just a little insaneOh, can't you see I'm out of my headOh, can't you see I'm loony againI’m going, down, down, downOut of my headOut of my headOut of my headI did you no wrongI did you no wrongGoing out of my head
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No Fun
Right, here we go nowA sociology lectureWith a bit of psychologyA bit of neurologyA bit of fuckologyNo funRight, no funMy babe, no funNo funMy babe, no funFun to be aloneAlone and by myselfFun to be aloneIn love with nobody elseNo funMy babe, no funNo funMy babe, no funFun to be aloneWalking by myselfFun to be aloneIn love with no friends of mine
Maybe go outMaybe stay at homeMaybe call somebody on the telephoneSo c’mon, my baby c’momSo c’monI’m aloneHaving no fun by myselfThis is no fun with nobody elseI’m all aloneBy myselfI’ll be aloneNobody elseIt’s no funIt’s no fun, all alone All alone, no funAll aloneNo FunI’m aloneI’m aliveI’m aloneAnd I’m waiting to have my funI’m waiting ain’t got no oneI’m all aloneThis is no funNo FunAll aloneI’m aliveNo FunI’m aliveI’m aloneNo funNo funNo funMy babe, no funFun to be aloneWalking by myselfFun to be aloneIn love with nobody elseMaybe go outMaybe stay at homeMaybe call somebody on the telephoneSo c’monI’m all aloneSo c’mon Oh, come and playI’m alone, I’m aloneWith nobody elseI’m alone, I’m aloneAll by myselfAnd I want some fun with somebody elseBy baby’s alone in the lavatoryMy baby won’t come play with meI’m aloneAll aloneI’m looking at the telephoneI’m aloneAll aloneI got nobody elseI want my funI’m gonna make my own funAll aloneI’m aliveIt’s no funI’m aliveNo FunIt’s no funNo funIt’s no funNo funIt’s no funIt’s not funnyI’m by myself
I’m alive
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Satellite
Suburban kid and you got no nameYour too dumb baby and you got no brainI bet you're all so happy in suburbian dream But I'm only laughing You ain't in my schemeBabyI love youI love youI love youI only ever listen when you're on the phoneFrom your safety-restricted zone homeWhen I got nothing better to doThen there’s always youYou're good for my shoeHey babeI love youI love youI love youYou look at me and you just can't tellYou’re looking like you just came outta hellActing like a dirty lavatoryThere ain’t no bid for your chastityHey babyI love youI love youI love youI’m in loveI’m really in loveTry and join the scene but your too obsceneYou’re looking like a big fat pink baked beanHow did you figure that’d you’d be any useWhen all you’re gonna get is my abuseHey babeI love youI love youI love youYou know I don’t like where you come fromIt’s just a satellite of LondonAnd when you look me in the eyeI just remember I wanna dieHey babeI love youI love youI love youI can’t take no more, just stop

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