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Mansun: Attack Of The Grey Lantern01. The Chad Who Loved Me 02. Mansun's Only Love Song 03. Taxloss 04. You, Who Do You Hate? 05. Wide Open Space 06. Stripper Vicar 07. Disgusting 08. She Makes My Nose Bleed 09. Naked Twister 10. Egg Shaped Fred 11. Dark Mavis 1 The Chad Who Loved MeIt 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 your 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 sh*t tastes as sweet as mine You can't deny that your sh*t tastes as sweet as mine Sweet Jesus 2 Mansun's Only Love SongIf 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 in 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 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... 3 TaxlossHe'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool Taxloss lover if the truth be told Taxloss lover still lives in the war Taxloss lover touches 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 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 dribble Seems unsatisfactory You're a taxloss Ah come back to me, we want your money Taxloss! He's your taxloss lover and his name is Bert Taxloss lover and he's always a flirt Taxloss lover's into kinky sex Taxloss lover wears a cracking dress Tax loss, mud rock Junk pop, chart hop Mop top, swap shop Who'd you nick your cliche off 4 You, Who Do You Hate?You're a child, you are weak You are precious, you won't speak And if I ever lived again I wish I could be you And if I ever loved again I wish I could 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 And if I ever loved again I wish I could be YOU! 5 Wide Open SpaceI'm in a wide open space I'm standing, all alone And staring into space It's always quiet through 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 top of the 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 6 Stripper VicarDear 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'd thought I'd write and ask of your opinion Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal Or whether 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 vicar wears Is plastic trousers Mavis' opinion is all we really seek Mavis' opinion is all... 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, I 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 your 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... Should we lie now that he's died? Should we lie now that he's 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 7 DisgustingYou're the stranger here, With your stranger face You that everyone can see is false Something's rotten with you, You show no regret like we all know 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 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've been disgusting You're the outcast here, You're the native of a place You've been moved and excluded to 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 your own sweet face 8 She Makes My Nose Bleed
She makes me bleed, she makes me cryShe makes me sneeze, she makes me sigh 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 that I'd give it all up If he would bring her on down from heaven She makes me bleed, don't know her name She makes me freeze, she's in my face 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 that I'd give it all up If he would bring her on down from heaven 9 Naked TwisterTo 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 yeah Where do we go, who do you trust What do we see..... Oh who wants to know, what do we tell What will we see..... Oh where do we go now, Who do we see, oh yeah It will sparkle, it is beauty It is broken, it is 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 yeah Where do we go, who do you trust What do we see..... Oh who wants to know, what do we tell What will we see..... Oh where do we go now, Who do we see, oh yeah 10 Egg Shaped FredI'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 He's the king of all the scenes 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 taste 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've played in a band Skinima nosebreak, Fatima toothpaste, Penelope cheapskate, Claudia farmgate, We're taking egg shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically We'll taste their egg-ability We'll make them meet Mavis she knows, yeah Mavis she knows She's got all those things around her All things to men See you in hell, I'll go shopping instead He will send his centipede to sort ya' He's stretched it out to make it two feet taller 11 Dark MavisWait 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's smeared from your face Vicar twist, grey pyjamas 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 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 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 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 Na na nah nah nah nah naaah (repeat until fade) |
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