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The Fall of the Western World (Zeke Town)
Making love with you
In the flat at Winston Street
Somewhere down below
There’s a war beneath our feet
Sun is dying in the sky
Burning skin and blinding eye
Lager dead begins to rise
Here at the fall of the western world
We will spend our days in bed
And the zombies roam
Clutching phones
Still going about their days
Half a day away
I never even knew your face
Now the world could end
Wouldn’t even feel a trace
I will love you safe and sound
High above the battle ground
Giant robots come and go
Lost in love we’d never know
And the stars fall from the sky
And the moon crash in the sea
And the swarm hegemonizing
Will pass us by, you and I
Making love with you
In the flat at Winstone Street
Making love with you
Anywhere we damn well please
If we’re the final boy and girl
Living out a dying world
To die by your side
The pleasure the privilege Is mine
And the zombies clutch their phones
Texting words to angry birds
Still going about their dreadful days
Their awful days
Their rainy days
Their final days
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Fish Face
03:19
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Fish Face
Sits in the corner in the cafe gloom
Light from the laptop lighting up the room
All the words she’d writing don't make any sense
All this work and no play make Jackie such a dull girl
Such a dull girl
She got friends
But they call her fish face you know how cruel friends can be
They can be so cruel
There’s blood all up the hallway from the scary twins
Mouldy old lady complicating things
Crazy jack has lost it chopping down the door
She’s screaming from the toilet, please say i’m not a dull girl
Such a dull girl
She got friends
But they call her fat arse you know how cruel friends can be
She got friends
But they call her Susan you know how cruel friends can be
They can be so cruel
Meatball Panini Decaf skinny latte Chocolate panettone
No one sees the dull girl
Such a dull girl
She got a job
And she got promotion you know how cruel jobs can be
She met a boy
But he never calls her you know how cruel boys can be
They can be so cruel
Showed the book the cafe owner
He said these words ain't fit to be read
The truth can hurt, the truth can sting
You ain't never gonna be another J K Rowling
They can be so cruel
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Oh Rosie!
03:10
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Oh! Rosie
His Dad was a military man, he
Imagined things that really made him angry
He trained his only son
To be a goodly little soldier
And sent him off to war
With a pat upon the shoulder
He wrote a blog
He was a holocaust denier
That Elvis Presley lives
And Buzz Aldrin is a liar
He made IED
That sadly failed to fire
Now he picks up soap
For a man they call the Squire
Oh Rosie
What were you thinking
Oh Rosie
What were you drinking
Oh Rosie
What we gonna do about you
They set him free
of his majesties pleasures
The let him out the door
For his breathless good behaviour
He got a little job
At his local dusty theatre
An understudy buddy
For a gifted ageing actor
He took the role
of an angry Widow Twanky
His mother laughed
His father wept into his hanky
His notices were good
Though his lines delivered blankly
He finally met a girl
And he got some hanky panky
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Hey Mr Sunshine
03:27
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Hey Mr Sunshine
Hey Mr Sunshine
What gives with you this day
You know I’m always pleased to see you
But surely you’ve come too early today
I see you shining at my window
Waking the world below
Making all the things grow
Driving away the rain and snow
Hey yeah yeah
You’ve come too early today
Hey Mrs Milkman
Keep your pintas to yourself
Hey Mr Postman
Leave your letters on the shelf
And I hear the alarm bell ringing
Here the birds a singing
The working week is calling
But all I wanna do is say
Hey yeah yeah
You’ve come too early today
Hey Mr Sunshine
A new girl has come and she’s gonna stay
But she could off with the sunrise of your new day
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Sick and Tired
03:48
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Sick and Tired
She’s not the kind of girl
Who tends to take things lightly
I’m not the kind of boy
Who always behaves quite rightly
I’m the kind of boy
Who always thinks he’s right
Even when he’s clearly wrong
I’m the kind of boy
Under the impression that just by saying sorry
He can make everything alright
I’ll be there
Sitting on the doorstep waiting
I’ll be there
Hanging on the phone call waiting
I’ll be there
Till you decide that you’re not sick and tired of me
She’s not the kind of girl
Who tends to forget things quickly
She’s not the kind of girl
Likely to forgive my acts of gross stupidity
I’m the kind of boy
Whose simple acts of life
Would test the patience of a saint
I’m the kind of boy
Who for all his good intentions
He deserves everything he gets
I'll be there waiting for your phone call
I’ll be wishing she hadn't walked away
Hoping she’s coming back one day
I’ll be hoping I’ll be wishing
She’ll be coming back to me
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The Flowerdews UK
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Paul Amesbury
and
The Almighty Lord Of All Music
Stew Black on bass
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