℗ 1997
It will all come crashing down My desperate icon You've got a gob on My desperate icon It will all come crashing in My desperate icon You've got a gob on My desperate icon Am I a god Am I Jesus Am I a man Or am I a boy Do I feel love Or just possession Do I feel holy Or nothing at all You can't deny That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine Sweet Jesus
If I start this small debate The centre of the universe is up for sale If my melody should fall The tune is unimportant as I said before Or should I say it was the words, I should Standing in grey lantern light Mavis looking sexy through her dress it shines Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines, she says I can't see you, I love you, I miss you I can't see you, I love you, I do If I feel God watching me I control the actions of his destiny All my sentiments ring true You feel him in the mirror laughing back at you If I could tell you how it seems, I would If I start this small debate The centre of the universe is gone for sale So my melody should fall The tune is unimportant as I said before If I could tell you how it seems, I would
He'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool Taxloss lover if the truth be told Taxloss lover still lives in the War Taxloss lover touching 74 Ah, come back to me We want your money, taxloss We think you are stupid We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah We'll sell you down the river Just remember that we said we'd deliver you Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory You're a taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss He'll be your taxloss lover and his name is Bert Taxloss lover and he's always a flirt Your taxloss lover into kinky sex Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny You'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory We're a taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss Sign on the line and we'll give you the money And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory A taxloss, come back to me We want your money, taxloss Taxloss, mod rock Junk pop, chart hop Mop top, swap shop Who'd you nick your cliche off
You're a child You are weak You are precious You won't speak And if I ever lived/loved again I wish I could be you If I ever loved/lived again I wish I could be you You, I wanna be you I wanna be you How can I Expect you to believe When I don't even Believe in me And if I ever lived again I wish I could be you If I ever loved again I wish I could be you, yeah You, I wanna be you I wanna be you
I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing I'm all alone and staring into space It's always quiet thru' my ceiling The roof comes in and crashes in a daze I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring There's something quite bizarre I cannot see I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely There's someone here to shout to miles away I could be back in my house, for I care They do not hear me, it's the same old case
Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter In the hope that you may soon be getting better I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor If you haven't then you know you really oughta I was worried so I went to see the vicar But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him So I thought I'd write and ask your opinion Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal Or wether I should egg him on to turn professional If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser But the only thing the stripper wears is plastic trousers Mavis' opinion is all we really seek Mavis' opinion is all we Should we lie while he's still alive Should we lie while he's still alive 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it Dear Mavis thought I'd follow up my letter Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar Very tragically his time on earth is ended Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders Dear Mavis if you tell us what our thoughts are And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter Mavis' opinion is all we really seek Mavis' opinion is all we Should we lie now that he has died Should we lie now that he has died 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it And we know him as our vicar And by night a part-time stripper And the vicar got suspended In his stockings and suspenders And he's making wine from water While he dresses like his daughter And we know that he's a rip off 'Cos we've seen him with his kit off Should we lie now that he has died Should we lie now that he has died 'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it
You're the stranger in here, with your stanger face You know that everyone can see it's false Something's rotten with you, you show no regret Like we all know that you're supposed to do I hope you've changed the way you think I hope you've changed the clothes you wear I hope that you regret these things you say I hope in time that things will change I think you know that anyway You've been disgraceful It's so regretful You're disgusting You know you've been disgraceful It's so regretful You've been disgusting You're the outcast here, you're the native of a place You've moved and been excluded too You create a tension, when we were the same There was a pressure that would force you to You're so full of venom that you'll spit into you're own sweet face, oh Disgusting Disgusting You were disgusting You know you've been disgusting You're so regretful
She makes me bleed, oh yeah, she makes me cry She makes me sneeze, oh yeah, she makes me sigh So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah My only number must be, must be Bring her on down by the soles of her feet Slapping her 'round and making her bleed I vowed to my god I'd give it all up If he would bring her on down from heaven She makes me bleed, oh yeah, don't know her name She makes me freeze, oh yeah, she's in my face So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah Bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven My only number must be, must be So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven My only number must be, must be Bring her on down by the soles of her feet Slapping her 'round and making her bleed I vowed to my god I'd give it all up Don't know her name, don't know what she's done
To be twisted To be naked To be broken To be free Tell me stick or twist Tell me which will it be I tell you stick or twist Tell me which do you see Oh can't you see, oh oh yeah Where do we go Who do we trust Who do we see, yeah now Who wants to know Who do we tell What will we see, yeah Oh where do we go now, yeah Who do we see, oh yeah It will sparkle It is beauty It is broken It is free
I'm sick of all this scratching around I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand He's the queen of all the shops where he shops And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen Skinima nosebreak Fatima toothpaste Penelope cheapskate Claudia farmgate We're taking egg shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically We'll test their egg-ability We'll make them meet He only wants to get in your kecks So he can carry out his own little test He only wants to get in your pants Because he knows that you have played in a band Skinima nosebreak Fatima toothpaste Penelope cheapskate Claudia farmgate Mavis she knows Mavis she knows She's got all these things around her All things to no men She see you in hell I'll go shopping instead He will send his centipede to sort ya' He stretched it out to make it two foot taller
Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while Don't be late Hard to take, Vicar twists and gets away His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning He's got high heels on And his flock don't care now Mavis what will he wear In the path of righteous man There is rubble where I stand I'll be the one, you can kiss his vase Until the end of the month Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared away From your face Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon He's got high heels on And his flock don't care now Mavis what will he wear And if you should see me passing by Do not disturb me as I fly Though I am far away This is where I'll be