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    This sees our first two releases re-packaged. The download version comes with 8 bonus tracks, rarely heard by anyone. These exclusives are,-
    1: - Love Triangle
    2: - The A259
    3: - That Christmas Song
    4: - Naked
    5: - Insane Society (Original Reggae Demo)
    6: - National Service (Gary Johnson version)
    7: - Ipswich Town (Single CD only 50 pressed)
    8: - King or Country
    Artwork by Gavin

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    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Artwork by Gavin
    "Mug" is a repackaged version of our first two releases, namely "Upside Down" and "Buy one, get one free" the latter is now sold out. The downloads are not the original demo's, but remixed with added parts. There are 8 extra songs on the download version, which comes free with the double CD, making 40 songs in total, all written within 15 months of each other!

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The download version comes with 8 bonus tracks, rarely heard by anyone. These exclusives are,-
1: - Love Triangle
2: - The A259
3: - That Christmas Song
4: - Naked
5: - Insane Society (Original Reggae Demo)
6: - National Service (Gary Johnson version)
7: - Ipswich Town (Single CD only 50 pressed)
8: - King or Country

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released January 22, 2014

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Track Name: Fat Chick
We started out at seven, and met up in the Crown,
a few pints in our local, before a night out on the town,
thought there was no hurry, ‘til they called time in the pub,
A Chinese or a Curry? then finish at the club.

I just woke up with a fat chick, I’m sure she wasn’t there last night,
I had a beer too many, I’m not a pretty sight,
I don’t know how she got there, I can’t recall her name,
I just woke up with a fat chick, I’ll never be the same.

Now the musics over, no money left to spend,
The D.J. played a slow one, as the night draws to an end,
I remember hearing voices, but didn’t see a face,
I fell out of the taxi, a total waste of space.

Chorus

Monday morning, sober, and no, I cannot lie,
she had my name and number, but never said goodbye,
I saw her with a push-chair, a gibbon by her side,
what a lucky fella, to have a fat chick for a bride.

Chorus
Track Name: Send in the the troops
Send in the troops, to start a war,
its your duty, its what you signed up for,
and if you die, we’ll bring you home,
in a wooden box to a heroes welcome.

Send in the troops, to foreign soil,
the main objective, is to get theiroil,
a constant threat, of terrorisation,
we are the slaves to the nation.

Send in the troops, to who knows where?
you’re under orders, of Mr Bush and Blair,
they call the tune, in the name of peace,
who counts the heads of the deceased?

Send in the troops, with a price to pay,
we suffered heavy losses, in the field today,
no war is won, without aggravation,
we are the slaves to the nation.
Track Name: Bastard
Daddy was a Nazi, Mummy was a whore,
Daddy was a loser in the second world war,
Mummy went to heaven and as far as I can tell,
Daddy made a reservation for a place in hell.

Bastard, Bastard, Bastard.

Johnny was a poser, had a flashy car,
Johnny liked to think he was a rock n roll star,
speeding through the city was John’s idea of fun,
failed to see the victim of a helpless hit and run.

Bastard, Bastard, Bastard.
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
Bastard, Bastard, Bastard.

A pensioner was waiting at a bus stop in a queue,
coming home from bingo on the number 22,
didn’t win a penny then it turned from bad to worse,
a mugger took her dignity and made off with her purse.

Bastard, Bastard, Bastard.
B.A.S.T.A.R.D.
Bastard, Bastard, Bastard.
Track Name: Upside Down
I caused some aggravation, had a bellyful of ale,
I’m in a no win situation, I got a mad man on my tail,
I took a pill to calm me, it went straight to my head,
the effect was devastating, now the big boys want me dead.

Can’t stick around,
I gotta get outta town,
they’re gonna crucify me,
and hang me upside down.

I drove on through to Brighton, and missed the 259,
someone switched the light on, I ignored a no way sign,
I lost my ugly escort, they didn’t have a clue,
and then I saw a road block, stopped by the men in blue.

Can’t stick around,
I gotta get outta town,
they’re gonna crucify me
and hang me upside down.
Track Name: Paranoia
There's a baby screaming in the flat down below,
the team keep losing so the gaffer must go,
same old crap on daytime T.V.
and why is everyone laughing at me?

This paranoia,
it will annoy ya,
won't let it get the better of me.

Girlfriend giving me grief everyday,
people owing but refusing to pay,
a man in a pub who’s so full of shit,
loads of chairs but nowhere to sit.

Chorus

Living in a bedsit with nothing to do,
having conversation with a wanker like you,
Jehovas witness knocking on my door,
the upper classes who pretend to be poor.

Chorus

Politicians counting on my vote,
pissing down with rain when I ain’t got a coat,
spent all the money now there’s nothing to eat,
gotta get out ‘cos I can’t stand the heat.

Chorus
Track Name: Bin Laden
In the caves of Afghanistan,
lives an evil tyrant man,
sent his men to suicide,
innocent victims had to die.

You’re a punk, You’re a punk, You’re a punk,
Bin Laden.
You’re a punk, You’re a punk, You’re a punk,
Bin Laden.

You’ve taken us to all out war,
it’s time to even up the score,
the S.A.S. are gonna get their man,
and kick the shit out of the Taliban.

You’re a punk, You’re a punk, You’re a punk,
Bin Laden.
You’re a punk, You’re a punk, You’re a punk,
Bin Laden.
Track Name: Made in China
In a far off land of rice and Zen,
where fifteen pounds buys a load of yen,
export goods for our intention,
their guarantee they fail to mention.
you can’t get a taxi at the bus stop,
so why save pennies at the pound shop,
credit cards may get designer,
everything is made in China.

Cuddly toys or DVD’s
attractive costs are aimed to please,
plastic guns with no disclaimer,
loaded on a huge container.
Stylish clothes not made to measure,
something else that you may treasure,
shipped in on an ocean liner,
everything is made in China.

This countries debt is getting deeper,
because Joe Public wants things cheaper,
there ain’t no business in this town,
another factory closing down.
Once we were a wealthy nation,
found our way to beat inflation,
kept home grown for nothing finer,
everything is made in China.
Track Name: Armchair 'Arry
Armchair ‘arry never goes to games,
armchair ‘arry knows all the names,
of every player whose on T.V.
from Ian Wright to Wayne Rooney.
Last year 'arry wore white and red,
but now he’s sporting blue instead,
armchair 'arry hasn’t got a clue,
541 or 442

'Arry, Arry,
'Arry, Arry,
'Arry ain’t got a clue.

Armchair ‘arry found football heaven,
watching ceefax 337,
saw no goals so needs much more,
4.45 on final score.
Blue or Red, he can’t decide,
what to wear today with pride,
armchair ‘arry hasn’t got a clue,
541 or 442

'Arry, Arry
'Arry, Arry,
'Arry ain’t got a clue.
Track Name: Seventeen
Sometimes I think I'm seventeen,
though time's erased most of my memory,
roll back the years to long ago,
I heard a song played on the radio.

Through passing years and changing fashion,
a teenage crush turned into passion,
found excitement everywhere I ran,
adolescent boy becomes a man.

Doc Martens, black leather,
summer seemed to last forever,
having fun and staying out all night,
great records, on vinyl,
seeing my team reach the final,
those were the best years of my life.

Now I must confess to getting older,
and winter always seems much colder,
I watched a film from '83,
and dreamed about the way it used to be.

Doc Martens, black leather,
summer seemed to last forever,
having fun and staying out all night,
great records, on vinyl,
seeing my team reach the final,
those were the best years of my life.
Track Name: Johnny Holmes
He shares his name with a porno star,
and drives an old Volkeswagon car,
Its sad to see he’s no longer the boss,
those days are gone, and we’re all at a loss,
so raise your glass to a good friend of mine,
from all the lads who had a good time.

Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes,
Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes.

He had a pub where we could go,
‘til closing time when he said no,
when jumping Jack flash said Johnny be good,
it wasn’t a phrase that John understood,
then Long tall Sally rode her bike into town,
but where was the queen when the King lost his crown?

Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes,
Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes.

A change is due whatever next?
up at six with his fruit and veg,
the lights are out, but the legend lives on,
I’m not a retard and neither is John,
I’d like to say more and to shout it out loud,
respect for the man who done us all proud.

Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes,
Jonny, Jonny, Jonny Holmes.
Track Name: Evicted
I got a letter from the council today,
said my rent arrears of eight weeks I must pay,
ain't got a penny, gotta take out a loan,
they're sending round the bailiffs to evict me from home,
The citizens advice won't do fuck all,
no one ever listens or returns my call,
Jesus Christ, I'm forty years old,
I bet you wouldn't leave an OAP in the cold.

Evicted, now I'm out on the street,
Evicted, 'cos I can't make ends meet,
Evicted, I got nowhere to go,
don't pretend you've been there 'cos ya just wouldn't know.

Social worker says to toe the line,
don't be tempted by a life of crime,
it's not easy when you're always broke,
and my wages are a fucking joke.
Made an appointment with my local MP,
said he'd try but that didn't help me,
found a refuge for the clinically dead,
in a hostel on flea ridden bed.

Evicted, now I'm out on the street,
Evicted, 'cos I can't make ends meet,
Evicted, I got nowhere to go,
don't pretend you've been there 'cos ya just wouldn't know.
Track Name: Speeding
I’m off of my face,
I’m out of me skull,
I’m over the eight,
I’m losing control,
I'm high as a kite,
I’m up on the roof,
I’m feeling alright,
I’m speeding.

I’ve missed the match,
I’m feelin the pain,
I’m shot to bits,
I’ve pickled me brain,
I’m losing the plot,
I’ve nothing to lose,
I’m over the top,
I’m speeding.

I can’t get to sleep,
I’m spinning around,
I’m going too fast,
I’ve gotta slow down,
I heard what ya said,
I know what you mean,
my hunger is fed,
I’m speeding.
Track Name: Termination Day
The sun is up it's a brand new day,
people running each and every way,
don't they know this could be their last,
there ain't no future so forget your past,
it's in the papers have you heard the news?
they've pressed the button to ignite the fuse,
you've just got time to say goodbye,
on the day that tens of thousands die.

There's a fog coming over the hill side,
and who knows what it may bring?
the worlds greatest ever disaster,
destroyed nearly everything.

See the panic now they know it's true,
they've no idea what the hell to do,
someone tell them 'cos the time is near,
you've got to hide until the air is clear.
Is there a shelter in your local town?
who will be there when the sun goes down?
will they want the likes of you or me?
or just the higher class society?

Chorus

Twenty years may not seem too long,
a lot has happened since I wrote this song,
the threat of terror never goes away,
maybe tomorrow or another day,
tension mounting in the middle east,
people dying for the sake of peace,
negotiations never go too well,
are we destined for life of hell?

Chorus
Track Name: 15 Minute War
Last night I had a dream,
I woke up with a scream,
it's 1917 in Belgium,
we survived a gas attack,
got pushed a few yards back,
though wounded by the flack, unbeaten.

The history book is true,
Dunkirk or Waterloo,
our battles fought for you, your nation.
if man imposed a law,
for a fifteen minute war,
we wouldn’t see no more destruction.

The field was miles wide,
where thousands fell and died,
sane or certified, you tell me?
again in forty three,
I’m here in history,
the Russian front I see, its freezing!

Chorus

And so to modern time,
this soldiers only crime,
was murdered in his prime, - no justice
there is no masterplan,
Iraq, Afghanistan,
no place for western man, we’re not welcome.

Chorus
Track Name: Seaford Town
Here we are it's Saturday,
another match for the lads to play,
in the league, or in the cup,
give it all ‘cos were on the up.
We don’t get paid, we play for pride,
come on ref that wern’t offside,
and even if we’re 1-0 down,
we’re all behind Seaford Town.

We’re Seaford, Seaford Town,
We’re Seaford, Seaford Town,
We’re Seaford, Seaford Town,
Come on everybody get behind your town.

We go away every other week,
Crawley Down on the 23,
maybe Westfield heading east,
for a point at the very least.
In this club we place our trust,
promotion is a goal we lust,
we’re at the Crouch so come on down,
bring ‘em on were Seaford Town.

Chorus

A majestic performance by the home team here at Crouch Gardens where the visitors have been totally outclassed in all departments, and as the referee blows the final whistle, it's Seaford Town who top the table with promotion a mere formality.

Chorus
Track Name: Tony Bliar
I've just received good news today,
found out Blair was on his way,
he quit his job and leaving town,
making way for Gordon Brown.

No more Blair, no more Blair, who said things in life ain't fair?
No more Blair, no more Blair, shake your fist if you don't care.

Ten long years, its been no fun,
but now Tony's on the run,
just in time to stop the rot,
If he was a dog he would have been shot.

No more Blair, no more Blair, justice has been done I swear,
No more Blair, no more Blair, shake your fist if you don't care.

Left wing? right wing? centre ground?
what goes up must soon come down,
he made mistakes like all men do,
don't disquise a red with blue.

No more Blair, no more Blair, change your colours if you dare!
No more Blair, no more Blair, shake your fist if you don't care.

The last time that I felt this good,
was the day when Maggie understood,
to win more votes you must stand down,
so raise your glass to Gordon Brown.

No more Blair, no more Blair, they would've made a lovely pair,
No more Blair, no more Blair, shake your fist if you don't care.
Track Name: Insane Society
This is the age of equality,
aint got no time for democracy,
abusing your vocabulary,
welcome to the insane society.

I dont subscribe to extremist views,
and never is a word that I seldom use,
I reserve the right to pick and choose
If you say red then I say blue.
Left wing teachers right wing crimes,
school kids cant sing nursery rymes,
another sad sign of the times,
can you read between the lines?

PC, PC, - This is the age of equality,
PC, PC, - aint got no time for democracy,
PC, PC, - abusing your vocabulary,
PC, PC, - our insane society.

You darn't say black and you cant say white,
our past is dark but the futures bright,
take one step left then two steps right,
don't listen to me 'cos I'm talking shite.
Raise your flag don't break or bend,
run the risk it may offend,
pay by cheque, don't overspend,
and never sleep with your best friend.

Chorus

You can't do this, and you can't do that,
well watch this space, don't mix and match,
take your time no tit for tat,
'cos your not fit to call me fat.
Things have changed since I was a lad,
sometimes good, quite often bad,
bite your tongue I'm not your dad
has everyone gone PC mad ?
Track Name: Race Riot
There was a riot at the races, they said it was a fix,
when a field of fancied horses took the bookmakers for six,
'cos fifteen million Euro was gambled on the nose,
but someone got a tip off and the jockey was exposed.

Riot, riot, race riot,
riot, riot.

a small group made the running, the punters didn't mind,
The 6 to 5 on favourite was nicely placed behind,
he held back on the standside, two furlongs out from home,
which left a rank outsider, to go on all alone.

Riot, riot, race riot,
riot, riot.

You saw the headlines but you didn't read the news,
Every one a winner although thousands have to lose,
There was a riot at the races, fuelled by wine and booze,
You saw the headlines but you did not read the news.

There was a riot at the races, started by one man,
a jury found him guilty of an international scam,
the jockey was suspended, on twenty thousand bail,
some say it were the stewards, who should have gone to jail.

Riot, riot, race riot,
riot, riot.
Track Name: My Town
I was born and bred, to a different time,
slightly underfed, I had to toe the line,
but I grew up quick, and I grew up wise,
I saw a passing world through a child's eyes.

We had an open door, never locked at night,
neither rich or poor, I learned my wrong from right.
Then the milk turned sour, and the bread went bad,
like a wilting flower, this town went mad?

This is my town, - but things have changed round here,
you dare not walk the streets, folk live in fear.
This is my town, - and now we're moving on,
another generation upped and gone.

I was in no doubt, of this mess we're in
there was no way out, my conscience cried within,
When the blood was spilled, someone called my name,
a destiny fulfilled, I had to take the blame.

Chorus

'cos you can't see what they're seeing,
and you don't know what they know,
and you can't feel what they're feeling,
when they're low.

Chorus

Get out, get out, get out, get out of my town,
Get out, get out, get out, stay out of my town.
Track Name: The Money Man
There's a big hole in my wallet where my money used to be,
i've paid my dues to no one, no tax no V.A.T.
the rich are getting richer in a stale economy,
each pound becomes a prisoner there's nothing left for me,
I don't know who to turn to,
I guess it has to be the dreaded money man.
the Money man.

He drives a brand new beemer and dresses oh so flash,
he's raised my rate of interest and I need some extra cash,
ain't got no pot to piss on, the futures looking bleak,
he comes round every friday, - I pay up once a week,
I'd like to do runner,
but I dare not double cross the dreaded money man.
the Money man.

Money man, you're not so funny, man!
money man, you're not so cool,
money man, you're not so funny, man!
your such a fool.

Got a rebate from the taxman, had a little bit of luck,
a small win on the horses, won a monkey on a duck,
I went to see the big man and drove down to his home,
I had but one intention, to pay off all my loan.
I found him lying naked with a suit case full of loot,
now I'm the money man.
Track Name: Meaty Pete
He lived with his mother nearly all his life,
a boy of forty three,
felt no desire to take a wife,
there's plenty of fish in the sea,
whilst looking for a playmate,
on the internet chat room scene,
he found someone to talk to,
a girl just turned thirteen.

Is Pete, a paedophile?
is Pete, a paedophile?

His mum said, "son be careful",
but Pete could see no wrong,
in making lots of new friends,
so thought he'd tag along,
he didn't hear them laughing,
or read the danger signs,
'cos Pete had no intention,
of committing any crime.

Is Pete, a paedophile?
is Pete, a paedophile?

It was early in the morning,
when the police took Pete away,
fuelled by allegations,
he had no more to say,
In the safety of a hostel,
Pete drew his final breath,
an eternity of boyhood,
is better than one of death.

Is Pete, a paedophile?
is Pete, a paedophile?
Track Name: Conspiracy Theory
Our story started long ago,
concocted by the press, I know,
ripping Jacks identity,
was he of aristocracy?

In Dallas one November day,
You saw who took out JFK,
standing on that grassy knoll,
the mystery remains unsolved.

I wont buy no conspiracy theory,
would you believe? well, no not really,
I need much more to fully convince me.

The U.S. like call the tune,
they put a man upon the moon,
I think you all misunderstood,
a movie set in Hollywood.

Now here's the mother of all tales,
Lady Di, Princess of Wales,
you remember how she died,
the rumours cannot be denied.

I wont buy no conspiracy theory,
would you believe? well, no not really,
I need much more to fully convince me.
I wont buy no conspiracy theory,
my vision is blurred, and I can't see clearly,
you may be right but it just won't wear with me.
Track Name: Weapons of War
I got an AK 47,
It's loaded, can't ya tell?
my fingers on the trigger,
gonna blow your brains to hell,
I'm a ruthless paid assassin,
some bastard mothers son,
I kill for king or country,
don't care whose side I'm on.

Wow,
Wow,
Wow,
Weapons of war.

A Russian missile launcher,
will satisfy your need,
to take out half a village,
destruction guaranteed,
if you don't ask no questions,
my lips shall tell no lie,
a death wish on your conscience,
is mine to do or die?

Wow,
Wow,
Wow,
Weapons of war.
Track Name: So Wrong
Third world debt and the starving millions,
the ignorance of politicians.

It's so wrong,
It's so wrong,
It's so, so wrong,
but it still goes on.

Sending boys to fight in mens wars,
business deals designed to flout laws.

Chorus

If you think you have the answer,
tell your neighbours 'cos they don't believe the truth.

Gun crime up across the nation,
overwhelming depravation.

Chorus

Selling drugs outside the school gate,
Inflicting pain on those who partake.

Chorus
Track Name: Bad Boy
I was younger when I learned my trade,
a bit of thieving in the shopping arcade,
saw a man giving me the eye,
on my way out as I tried to get by,
I felt a bit sick, when he said "nick nick"
I never noticed that they had an alarm,
Dad blew his top, at the cop shop,
I've got a record that's as long as your arm.

I'm a bad boy,
I'm a bad, bad boy,
I'm a bad boy,
I'm a bad, bad, bad boy.

Now I'm older and I'm in my prime,
no desire to be doing time,
In and out since I was fifteen,
Dad is happy but my Mums not keen,
'cos I'm a nomad, not doing too bad,
a dozen girls in as many towns,
business thriving, duck and diving,
the CSA cannot pin me down.

Chorus

You stand before me guilty as charged and it would give me great pleasure in sentencing you to the maximum punishment bestowed by this court befitting your crimes. However, after receiving psychiatric evaluation and probationary reports, you will do 250 hours community service and pay costs of £100

Chorus
Track Name: Buy one, Get one free…….
Buy one, get one free,
buy one, get one free,
buy one, get one free,
its a false economy.

I don't know where my money goes,
in the Spar or down at Tesco,
check out this weeks special offer,
pay for one, receive another.

T.V. ads may sound misleading,
hungry mouths require feeding,
penny pinching times are hard,
more points on my loyalty card.

Chorus

Take your time to shop around,
ain't no better deal in town,
get some meat in for the freezer,
chocolate bars are there to tease ya,

Fuck all left of last weeks giro,
bounced a cheque with my new biro,
stole some flowers for my mum,
ripped off Tesco, - two for one!

Chorus
Track Name: K.A.D.D.Y.
Sunday afternoon lying on my bed,
I cannot understand whats going on in my head,
a weekend lost, not so surreal,
47 hours and i need to chill.
Monday mornings ain't so great,
countdown to thirteen thirty eight.

Feeling better now I've had my fix,
a cup of cold coffee and some beetawix,
the T.V's on but I hear no sound,
ain't no better place than when there's no one around.
I'm at my best this time of day,
tomorrows weather here today.

K.A.D.D.Y.
K.A.D.D.Y.
K.A.D.D.Y.

I'm in heaven and I'm in no doubt,
I've found a way to turn my inside out,
too much rain but the forecast's fine,
six fifty five gonna make her mine.
If I could have one dying wish,
to catch a smile and not a fish!

K.A.D.D.Y.
K.A.D.D.Y.
K.A.D.D.Y.
Track Name: Asylum
Help, I need help, of the psychiatric kind,
help, I need help, 'cos I'm going out of my mind,
I think I'm hearing voices,
they're shouting in my head,
I won't sleep 'til the morning,
through fear I'll wake up dead.

Help, I need help, to mask this poor disquise,
help, I need help, and the silence tells no lies,
I can't control my anger,
a rage that hides within,
don't need no medication,
to overcome my sin.

I'm gonna break out of the asylum,
I'm gonna break out of this hell,
the mighty may have fallen,
but I'll never kiss and tell.

Help, I need help, when there's no one else around,
help, I need help, you keep me tied and bound,
to you I'm just a prisoner,
a lonely schizoid man,
don't mention paranoia,
'cos i'll get you if I can.

Chorus
Track Name: Time Bomb
A megawatt of energy is due to be unleashed,
ain't no use resisting 'cos you can't control the beast,
attempt to blow my fuse then I'll switch to backup power,
you only need a minute but I've given you an hour.

I'm a time bomb and I'm waiting to explode,
I'm a time bomb auto set to countdown mode,
I'm a time bomb, try to intercept my code,
I'm a time bomb and I'm waiting to explode.

I've warned you once before and I won't do so again,
a small misunderstanding 'cos my pleasure is your pain,
should we beg forgiveness for what ever happens next?
or face the consequences for two sinners to accept.

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I'm running high on empty, but there's nothing in the can
did you really think I was a supersonic man?
I make no reservations for these things I have achieved,
I'll do it all again now my plan has been conceived.

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Track Name: I Believe in England
Back in the sixties, we had it all,
we showed a nation how to play the game of football,
one summer evening, you know the score,
we won a trophy held aloft by Bobby Moore
but since that day I must confess,
we haven't seen too much success.

Into the seventies, at Mexico,
we had the Jerry's on the ropes again you know,
we were cruising, 2 nil up,
then Bonetti let in three to lose the world cup.
we must have cried a million tears,
It's been no joke for all these years.

So where did we go wrong?
we can't compete where we don't belong,
In my heart I grieve,
but I still believe.

I was at Wembley, seventy three,
a draw with Poland so we couldn't invade Germany,
our only glory, to beat the Scots,
home internationals were the best that we had got,
those games meant oh so much to me,
but now they're lost in history.

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That Marradonna,
a man without honour,
we flew home early once again.

Since the eighties, too many times,
we got much closer but just couldn't get it right
those three lions, on our shirts,
share the passion never mind how much it hurts,
and every dog must have its day,
our time will come again I pray.

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Track Name: You make me sick
Two smelly kids and a third on the way,
out of her head, smokes forty a day,
income support and a run down flat,
not fit for a dog, or even a cat.
This ain't no life for me,
I like some luxury.

Don't give a damn what the neighbours think,
last weeks plates left in the sink,
she took some drugs then woke up wrecked,
aint no way to gain respect.
Her giro's up her nose,
but that's the way it goes.

Two months rent remains unpaid,
but Friday night the tart gets laid,
dumps the kids off with her mum,
wasted with some low life scum.
This loser cannot win,
I'm better out than in.
You make me sick,
You make me sick,
You make me sick,
You make me, - sick.