'an I think a little L.E.D. light lit up uh
'an I think a little L.E.D. light lit up uh
'an I think a little Green L.E.D. light lit up uh
'an I think a little Red L.E.D. light lit up uh

They've struck/
again/
Dove/
chocolate bars no longer available
at the local/
supermarket.
In their place are fancy packets of minibites of dove at a 50% mark up for less weight

I got the last 8 in country............................... the other day

I need a weapon to fend off

the zombies

I was walkin' down the street
Whup-ah!

The dying demons are calling for Pall-bearers,
Im not even buying any flowers.
The golden age arrived,
but media rags refused to carry the news.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
WHUP!

Minibites permeated the shelves in reams
The bars now only available in dreams

The cashier looked at me with eyes of green
My snaffling of the last eight bars she'd seen

She said to me "Cha-Cha-Cha,
What are you doing with all those bars?"

I exited supermarket in haste
For fear of being chased

Head Off-fi-fice manipulate!
Head Off-fi-fice manipulants!
Head Off-fi-fix manipulate!
Head Off-fi-fix manipulants!

You stole those from the Doors didn't you?

I was listening to an american prayer the other day strangely enough.
Love the way the music comes in on curses and invocations.
Those keyboards have an aspen sound to them.

Protestations from catholics
in the flying saucer bar
in the saucer bar
flying in the saucer bar

Rick Chambliss told me this

In all he sees with goggles in his hands
Part of a reflex issue
Lands him back in Stevenage in 1987
Stevenage - 1987
Before nose-dries
Before his nose DRIES-UH!!!!
Wife gone; sister
Gone; everybody from his line
Gone - like crawling over the rooftops and looking down
Stevenage town


Easy, so easy - ive never even been to stevenage but if those lyrics were penned by Smith, they would be seen as some 'biting social commentary' on Stevenage and related towns.

Hmm, reading that back i think its quite good - Stevenage can be replaced with your own town/city and therefore the lyrics speak directly to you!

"I went down the hill
The drummer is having a sleep, dreaming of Jo Whiley
Incontrivertibularly
It was a '67, '68, '69, '65, '72, 1864 automobile."

Right I'm off for a fag, it's tough being as literary genius. Loop it, would you, Grant.

Fish swim
Fish swim like Dahmer
In '88
Sea swim
Swim like Dahmer
19
88-tuh
Like the isopod looking up
With hammers in its eyes
Coming up like an isopod
Dahmer
Isopod-Dahmer
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