Sorted
We had one last shot at survival but I think we've weathered the storm
We have just caught up with our rivals, now I think it's time to move on
Live a little more, get our kicks from life
Give back to the world for taking up it's time

 

Finally we're out in the open
So it seems there's something to be said about
Getting sorted, fruition is in
We are sorted, fruition is us

All odds stacked against us but our hard work has paid off
And we've got momentum behind us and we proved all estimates wrong
Now on nothing we should dwell
Coz there's nothing that can stop us now

Finally we're out in the open
So it seems there's something to be said about
Getting sorted, fruition is in
We are sorted fruition is us

PANDER

Here’s to you, all of you who are only here to hear a nice one, all of you who can’t see sense in the most complex of things, who only swim in the mainstream with the tide, never tied to their feelings or their pride or sense of being.

I spend my life trying to please the people who never even really count on me; who never get their own ideas.  And I pander.


Here’s to you, half of you are only here because you know me, so let’s talk about love, something everybody does, some common ground to bind us, and it rhymes, never mind about my feelings or my pride or sense of being


I bet you think this is the best thing I’ve ever done or that I’m ever likely to do. I spend my life trying to please. And I pander.

NOTHING EVER FEELS LIKE WANTING YOU

All I wanted was a statement of intent
But we’re far beyond that now it’s hearts as well as head
And if we come through this we are no longer just friends
So what’s the plan of action honey, what do we do next?

 

Fleeting meetings greeted with a hope renewed
A retreat with nothing there to fall back to
Coz nothing ever feels like wanting you
But we will surely laugh again

 

All we’ve gotten is the problem of a choice
A tender moment we pretend now to avoid
And if we have blown it, if the past has been destroyed
Then I’ll always be Chip, you’ll always be McCoy

 

I give you honesty and you wanted truth
Now stranded and all at sea, someone’ll have to move
Coz nothing ever feels like wanting you
But we will not be young again

Praise You (Fatboy)
We've spent a long long time together
Through the hard times and the good
I've got to celebrate you baby
I've got to praise You Like I should
You're so good, you're so fine, and I'm so glad that you're mine

 

NSFW

Don’t take away my cold dead gun, look directly at the sun
What’s the lyrics? change your tune. Reverse this track and you’ll see soon enough

 

And in the end one thing is sure; you’ll never be a cancer cure
Run a rampage through a school in time to make the nightly news
You’re gonna kill yourself? You know, you might as well

 

How come no one listens baby? The way they used to just before
How come no one listens baby? They don’t feel so scared no more
They stay obsessed with shit that’s listed, and miss the point with disregard
I want an execution to shine a spotlight here and now

I want to tear all this apart, platinum or fail to chart
It’s a cry for help for sure but not for me or you

Tipper, Tipper, cant you see
What you think aint what it means to me
You’re gonna kill yourself? You know you, might as well

Hail Tipper Gore
Satan is lord
She is my Satan
Satan is lord

Heal yourself
Hurt yourself
Judge yourself
Kill yourself

Water

Plenty of fish in the sea because we’ve run out of water
Take it from me - go hear from somebody else

There’s a fortune to make so close up the borders
Assign the blame then clear off ashore
How’s it look from different angles? Go change the mirror
A fortune to make, so clear off ashore

Can’t hope to cover up the scars looking like the ones that you are
Turn the camera round, face the start, looking like the ones that we are
Down with everyone, au revoir, looking like the ones that you are
Turn it all around from afar, we’ve run out of water

Scruff

There’s no added value in anything we do
we’re too cheap for G-Star, shit haircuts too
It’s not normal behaviour compared to others she’s had
But I told her right from the start, I don’t care how many others she’s had

I want to grab life by the scruff of the neck but I’m just not the type.

YANKEE​

In shallow waters dragons become the sport of shrimp
Can’t we at least let Paris burn before wading in

Brothers in arms leave it behind,
I won’t leave you behind
I’ll carry it home, showing em all this is what it’s for

Enjoy the freedom, the fine bodies of men, in the greatest land
Domino theory, dulce decorum, things you won’t understand

Brothers in arms, memorial day on wheels
I am your John Wayne on wheels
I’ll carry it home, showing em all this is what it’s for

I am your yankee-doodle-dandy come home

Yelling at Clouds

Time
They took away all time to do what they want
To reconstruct the past from scratch with whitewash
Said they knew the way and told us to climb
They only knew the way back down

Just hold on, I think that they’ll miss us
And they are all yelling at clouds
Just live long, it’s the best form of resistance
And they are all yelling at cloud
s

Tired
They’re all so sick and tired and done with the world
A bellow from the back, “attack all that works”

They won’t know what they’ve done and  the dreamers will pick up the pieces
Coz - don’t you know? - that we’re outstanding

Just hold on, I think that they’ll miss us
And they are all yelling at clouds
Just live long, it’s the best form of resistance
And they are all yelling at clouds

Natural

We’ve been putting out fires started without warning by nature herself
But I can’t honestly consider the weather as a sinner working against them

For all of life’s complexities the sun’s a burning ball of fire
Totally indifferent to the impact she may have
Some things are neither good nor bad, they act the way we act
And so we must interpret

We are coasting along so when I ever get you wrong I know it’s just the way you love me
I will stop getting mad when you don’t act the way that I would act

For all of life’s complexities the sun’s a burning ball of fire
Totally indifferent to the impact she may have
Some things are neither good nor bad, it’s just the way they act
And we claim their in our favour

It is just the way you love me
It’s neither good nor bad
It’s just the way you act
What’s more natural than that?

Dollar
We’ve met before
In different circumstances
We were better off
What happened to you? What happened to me?
It wasn’t our fault
I lost it all
Indecision plagued me
I went to the wall
It wasn’t our fault
Any advice?

 

Glory

Roll up come roll up come come on and see the way we all deal with big society
The things that you’ve got ain’t got nothing on me we all - living, dreaming and sleeping - believe in it (as long as the setting sun shines)
I can’t stand the Jones’s man they’ve got no spine the way you want yours is the way I’ve got mine
A brand revolution I don’t have the time, the next big thing’s creeping one eye on the Tyne

All that we’re really asking for is a little bit of time to unwind a little hope and glory
All that we ever really want is a little peace of mind to confide a little hope and glory

I can’t stand the Jones’s man they’ve got no spine the way you’ve got yours is the way I want mine
A brand revolution I don’t have the time the next big thing’s creeping one eye on the Tyne

All that we’re really asking for is a little bit of time to unwind a little hope and glory
All that we ever really want is a little piece of mind to confide a little hope

Is it too much to ask?

CRISIS

Inside, like outside, we know we’re not the same
As the others who do loving in very different ways
What we’ve got is unorthodox but it’s how we get along
When the chips are down you side with me but when the going’s good you’re gone

But there’s method in our madness they can’t grasp
The rally-around-the flag effect just keeps us coming back

We’re aligning ourselves when we are fighting
When we shouldn’t like it, no we shouldn’t like this
The horizon is creeping up behind us
But we’re good in a crisis, we’re so good in a crisis

Good times they just bore us, we’re not in this for applause
But in turmoil we are well oiled, we share a common cause
And those who judge, they’re all misjudged, you’re not the only one
When the chips are  down I’ll side with you, when the going’s good I’m gone

The good times give us time to make mistakes
But when our back’s against the wall the cracks just fade away

We’re aligning ourselves when we are fighting
When we shouldn’t like it, no we shouldn’t like this
The horizon is creeping up behind us
But we’re good in a crisis, we’re so good in a crisis
You’re aggressive, you cheat and you’re hard-headed
But there’s no one I’d rather have in my corner
The horizon is creeping up behind us
But we’re good in a crisis, we’re so good in a crisis