KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
I think I liked life better under the bomb | Living for a vendetta | C'est la vie ma cherie | Shalom! | I can't explain why | I felt my mood run cold | I can't explain why | There's no lesson learned | Come back | Keep coming back | Keep coming back | Keep on coming back for more | Gonna dial a number and be that number today | Are you the same number I spoke to yesterday? | I can't explain | Keep coming back for more

WAITING FOR MY GATE TO CALL
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
I was born in a departure lounge and I’m still waiting for my gate to call | People passing on the concourse don’t register at all | The empire builders are trowelling away | The landfill dogs are waiting for their day | And me? | I’m still waiting for my gate to call | Brick by brick it all takes shape | ‘Til they’re walled in with no escape | And me? | I’m still waiting for my gate to call | You know I promised you the world and it’s mine to give | But the repossession took my stereo and my will to live | I’ve got to get out of here right now

THE DEVIL'S GOT HIS WHITE TUX ON TONIGHT
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
I’m at the cash point when the sky gives up its rain | Spits out a ton and I’m back in the game | The devil looks after his own it’s true | In his white tux thigh deep in the ooze | There’s a cheap date with my name on her tonight | There’s an inclination I don’t try to fight | There’s some dialogue and we take our turns | There’s a dance we dance as the dancehall burns | It’s all so stale | I’m at the cash point when the sky gives up its rain | Spits out a ton and I’m back in the game | The devil looks after his own it’s true | In my white tux neck deep in the ooze

LA PETITE MORT
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
I love the smell of burning books in the morning | It’s a smell we’ve learned to love so well | Nice guys finish last | They even wave the fuckers past | I love the smell of burning books in the morning | It’s a smell we’ve learned to love so well | Nice guys crash and burn | Some people never learn | It don’t faze me | It don’t amaze me | La petite mort | Yeah | La petite mort as the day is dawning | Strewn with reluctant celebrities | In your life’s final draft | Who wrote your epitaph?

WALLOW
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
How can you talk so much and not say a goddamn thing? | It makes me die | How you love to pace and play the victim | Don’t let me break your stride | I'll tell you something now | You’ve got my ear if you keep ‘em coming now | And if you’re good for a score we can wallow some more | How can you spend so much time naval gazing | And not know your own mind? | Forgive the interjection, it’s a stunning little lecture | But I’ve been beached by the tide | You’re throwing it all away

SECOND BEST
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
You were so much prettier before you settled for second best | You were so much prettier in that scowl you wore for best | I miss the way you just didn’t care | And when you’d look away | Oh, how you’d look away | A dismissive glance at the latest dance | You never took requests | But like a good whore you’ve learned to love that which you detest

(I DON'T DREAM ABOUT YOU) ANYMORE
(Words by Maloney. Music by Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
It's taking some getting used to | Not waking to your face | Your scent on the pillow | Clothes strewn around the place | It's taking some getting used to | When I will I'm not so sure | At least I don't dream about you anymore | Anymore | You're the first thing that I think of as a raise my head from sleep | The last thing to cross my mind as I fall into the deep | It's taking some getting used to | When I will I'm not so sure | At least I don't dream about you anymore
) WALKING AWAY
(NOTHING FEELS AS GOOD AS) WALKING AWAY
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Pretty faces open doors | Pretty faces make good whores | Pretty faces love to please | Pretty faces spread disease | Zip your coat against the rain | None innocent but none to blame | Nothing feels as good as walking away | A little sick, a little high | Time will tell but it might lie | Nothing feels as good as walking away | Pretty faces break your heart | Pretty faces inspire dull art | Pretty faces think life’s a breeze | Pretty faces kill with ease | You played your role there’s no doubt | Cut your lines and write you out | Nothing feels as good as walking away

DON'T LOOK DOWN
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Your bridges burn so very bright | Retina burn in the clear black night | Say “when” | Your bridges burn so very bright | Pedal to the metal, hold on tight | Say “when” | The lawns that looked so green from across the way | Have been scorched brown | Don’t look down | Nostalgia chokes you as you sing the old refrain | Can’t stand the sound | Don’t look down | It gnaws at your skull | Your senses dull | It sears your throat | Always gets your vote

SHUT UP AND SING ALONG
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
I weren’t no slouch on the casting couch | And now I’m on my way | But it’s fair to say I’m a little dismayed | By the perks of my trade | The hellraisers | The trailblazers | Have finally come of age | The wild child stars | The A list bars | Were more fun on the page | Shut up! Shut up! Shut up and sing along | Midnight crawls through toilet stalls | The nose knows the wind has changed | Award show tears and Priory fears | I finally made the grade

360 WAYS TO FALL
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Time after time | Feeding caviar to the swine | Drunk walk the party line | Conga time! Blind leading the blind | Time after time after time after time | The sign says grab it | So you can have it | You’re standing on a peak but you know | There are 360 ways to fall | Slow, not far to go | The t-shirt is all you’ve got to show | Sow, but don’t expect it to grow | Knock once for "yes" and twice for "no" | Twice for "no"

PLAY THE HAND YOU'RE DEALT
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Show me a martyr, I'll show you a fool | Show me a pious man, I'll show you two kinds of tool | Here they come so self-assured | So sincere and so demure | Guess you play the hand you're dealt | And you play your hand so well | The weeping widow plays her part it's such a sight to see | On this high ground hard to catch your breath to declaim "heresy!"

INSIDE THESE WALLS
(Words & music by Maloney)
Close the curtains so the sun don't shine | The view from this window ain't too sublime | You can buzz all you want but I won't come to the door | I'm pleased you're so certain but me I'm not so sure | Not so sure | Save your small talk man it don't do nothing for me | Wish I could channel surf like I do on my TV | Let me buy you a drink and maybe tell you some lies | Its's a game I play and you're the consolation prize | There's nothing to say | Inside these walls | I'm the song and dance man, I'm service with a smile | Just flip me a coin as you walk on by | So many retreats, resolution lost and found | I'm the cigarette you didn't stub that burns your house to the ground | There's nothing to say | Inside these walls

COG IN THE MACHINE
(Words & music by Maloney)
Just rolled off the production line | This is the game you learn while you play | Just out of school and you felt so high | That was remand now you're doing time | The four minute warning's no surprise | Drown it in liquor, drown it in vice | The neon's so bright I've got to wear shades | Fly poster heroes flare then fade | Another cog going round and around | Roll the tape as you hit the ground | Oh what music you make! | Feel the pressure, critical mass | And sentiment is so crass | But oh what music you make! | The wheel turns on

GOODBYE GREEN & PLEASANT LAND
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
The first look is free the second will cost you | Night and day, oh let me count the ways | Gimme a sign ‘cause for a second I lost you | Night and day, oh let me count the ways | Your wish is my demand | Goodbye green and pleasant land | Down the beach hand in hand | Goodbye green and pleasant land | Rain colder than a call girl’s kiss | Night and day, oh let me count the ways | Second-hand pride and fleeting bliss | Night and day, oh let me count the ways

NUREMBERG DEFENCE
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
In this pit where we play it's so easy to say | It could never, ever happen again | No, no, no | But with limited means and unlimited trust | There's no them and us | No, no, no | Play the Nuremberg Defence again | If we're all one mind then we're all alone | Scratching down to the bone | Way out on the edge of town | The arch is burning down

DRIFT LIKE EFFLUVIA
(Words by Maloney & Laycock. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
House wears a frown, paint peeling down | Tell me, where were you when the genre was changed? | We laughed along, but it came out wrong | Tell me, where were you when the line was engaged? | Don't fight it, no | They keep saying to me | The cracks don't show but everyone knows | Tell me, where were you when the shit hit the fan? | The hour glass runs dry and all the sycophants cry | Tell me, where were you ? | It's such a wheeze and a scam | Hey you! | It's just another point of view | From the one you're used to looking at

CHARISMA HAS DUG A BILLION GRAVES
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Save us from the working man | Flaunting his dumb slave élan | Praise god for rain | As he pisses on your parade | Save us from the guru's smile | Fooled me once but not for a second time | Praise god for rain | As he pisses on your parade | Bleeding hearts paving the way | Charisma has dug a billion graves | Charisma has dug a billion graves | Fill them in

THE PEOPLE THAT YOU LOVE TO HATE
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
Two dimensional people look better on TV | A subtle twist to the formula | Innovation begets need | Two dimensional people look better in magazines | Soundbites biting hard | But not the hand that feeds | Contrive your little games | Just don't expect me to play | Cling to your golden age | In a world you never made | The people that you love to hate | Well, I just hate them | Two dimensional people, so easily filed away | Fed into the shredder when they've had their day

THE NEXT UTOPIA WILL BE BETTER
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
The flies won't sit on your shit | They just buzz on by | I don't speak these words now in a bid to set you free | I'm riddled with the sickness and I want to make you sick like me | If you know anything you'll know it's only for ourselves we cry | Dried up like bitter fruit left to wither on the vine | The flies won't sit on your shit | Do you wonder why? | The autocue goes down the anchorman just stares at the floor | It passed by your window now it's knocking on your door | Never signed the mandate | Tip when they shit on your plate | Pass the buck boy, just don't pass it to me | The next one will be better | Just pass on down the line

LANDFILL IN WAITING
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
When all’s been said and done | You just don’t understand | When all’s been said and done | You’re neck deep in the sand | When all’s been said and done | You can’t admit it | When all’s been said and done | You’re landfill in waiting | When all’s been said and done | You bought your piece of mind | When all’s been said and done | It’s a thrift store addict’s find | When all’s been said and done | You can’t admit it | When all’s been said and done

SHAME ON ME
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Fowler, Devine & Maloney)
The young graze on the future | The old on what has been | The wicked on plucked innocence | The virtuous on sin | Shame on me for expecting better | Love seeks its own reflection | Then looks the other way | A crumbling architecture | Built on the faults of yesterday | The books strewn around your bedroom | Guess you’ll never read them now

WE LIE TO OURSELVES
(Words & music by Maloney)
Don't you know that memories are deceitful little things? | That refuse to take the rap when the truth spills on in | We lie to ourselves | Pretend it's okay | Try to make conversation | But there's nothing to say | Look in the mirror man and see just what you are | Smile slashed across your face like a lobotomy scar | Some new distraction, another cheap cigarette | A bad taste in the mouth is all I seem to get

YOU GET WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN
(Words & music by Maloney)
I was looking at the stars but all I could see was a TV satellite | And the slipstream of an aeroplane bisecting the night | We are bored in the city because the Temple of the Sun | Got turned into a theme bar for over 21s | You don't get what you give, you get what you're given | But man, just see how large you're living | Oh don't you know it's true? | After all this time I think you finally understand | Why all the things that smell so good always taste so bland | You keep on telling me about all the things you've got | But man, all that I can see are all the things you've lost | You don't get what you give, you get what you're given

SUSPEND MY DISBELIEF
(Words & music by Maloney)
Move a little closer, dance for me | Yeah | Move like you do, so seductively | Yeah | Don't be shy the lights are low | How far are you prepared to go? | You give a little and I want more | Illusions crumpled on the floor | Here in sharp relief | Suspend my disbelief | Move a little closer, dance for me | Yeah | Like I'm feeding you coins through a perspex screen | Yeah | If I pull too hard now will you tear? | Fake like your underwear | Pull it back, nothing to hide | I want to see the you inside | Here in sharp relief | Suspend my disbelief

STATE OF DECAY
(Words & music by Maloney)
All the things about you that I once found so endearing | Don’t you know their charm is not so slowly disappearing? | Read about it, gonna try | To the steal the fun no credit provides | In this state of decay | X marks the spot but all the names have been altered | Who wrote the requiem for misfortune’s daughters? | Paint it black, paint it white | Just keep the dirt all out of sight | Nothing worth having needs a hard sell | Success is spite, love kiss and tell | Mistaking pity for affection | Driftwood crumbling in your hands

HISTORY MOAN MY NAME
(Words by Maloney. Music by Laycock, Armstrong, Devine & Maloney)
I wanna take history in the arse | Make her say she loves me then turn round and laugh | Light a fag and walk on out the door | 'Cause then you know she'll just love me more | Built the bridge | But still pay the toll | They're writing text books | On the grassy knoll | I wanna shoot all over history's face | 'Cause her looks were never her saving grace | It's plain to see she's a plain little whore | Just look at all the phonies she went with before | And she'll soon forget me | I wanna hear history moan my name | Cover my tracks and take the blame | She'll take the blame


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