HISTORY OF THE SOVIET UNION PART 1-OCTOBER "Only under the iron leadership of the Communist Party can the victory of the masses be secured." In April 1917, a man called Lenin arose To address a St. Petersburg rally, to warn them of their foes "All power to the Soviets" came the cries of the comrades grand The reply from the capitalist ministers: "No peace, no bread, no land" In the July days, in St. Petersburg, the grand marches began They were peaceful demonstrations for every woman and every man The crowds were mowed down with machine guns Bolshevik offices overthrown And fear welled up in the peoples hearts, the seeds of revolution were sown All power to the Soviets The communist party strong All power to the Soviets The revoltuion will right the wrongs On the 10th day of October, the Bolshevik central committee Anounced an armed uprising, to spread from city to city On the 25th of October, the Bolsheviks took control Of the Central Executive Committee, of the Communists parties soul On the same day the winter palace was surrounded by a ring of steel The time for talking was over, the revolution began with zeal The provisionl government was deposed and the communists took a hold But in the following year came a challenge to their control All power to the Soviets The communist party strong All power to the Soviets The revoltuion will right the wrongs "Only under the iron leadership of the Communist Party can the victory of the masses be secured." STRANGLERS HASH PARTY When you called me the other day Didn't have a clue what to say Nervous, excited, all the same You listened while I mumbled Then you said how much you missed me Said how much you could love me I really thought that you were taking the piss And then you told me And then you told me There's a place in my little life for (x4) Repeat first verse There's a place in my little life for (x4) Here's the sleaze geez he's at it all the time Taking water and turning it to wine Burning revolution pumping up the heat I stay at home and watch the street Then you call and say you miss me Say how much you could love me I really thought that you were taking the piss When you told me When you told me There's a place in my little life for (x7) There's a place in my little life for you. SPICE GIRLS I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want It's for the Spice Girls to be dead Publicity seeking, songs with no feeling They're a product not real all for a record deal Manufactured bands, the scurge of this land Let's rip out all their glands and feed them to their fans Spice Girls- Shit with curls East 17- Tiny pene Boyzone- No hormones Take That- Fucking crap Making money's their goal but they got no soul All their records go gold if they do what they're told Some middle aged twat runs the lives of Take That They are the whores of pop and they ought to be stopped Manufctured junk, it's not as good as punk Boyzone may be hunks, but they don't have any spunk Spice Girls- Shit with curls East 17- Tiny pene Boyzone- No hormones Take That- Fucking crap I AM THE CIDER DRINKER The runt of the litter A total fucking shitter Why do you bother With not wearing leather You're out on your ear With a two grand arrear Used up nine lives With middle aged wives Will it all end fine In cider time (x3) Bare back ride On the slip and slide Now there's more than two What you gonna do? Same as per usual You think that she used you But it will all end fine In cider time Will it all end fine In cider time (x3) Her tummy's getting bigger And you're a cider drinker You used it as a front To be a full time cunt Will it all end fine In cider time (x3) DUNGEON MASTER (INSTRUMENTAL) GOLDEN AGE Everyone is safe And everywhere is clean And you don't have to wait And it's done with a smile Archers Road, Park Lane Two bad ends gone down the drain I painted myself, into a corner With my well meaning platitudes This is the golden age You can still turn it up But they like it turned down You can see it again While they play it around Archers Road, Park Lane Two bad ends gone down the drain I painted myself, into a corner With my well meaning platitudes This is the golden age This is the golden age TELETUBBIES Tinky Winky, Dipsy, La La, Po Teletubbies, teletubbies, say hello One day in Teletubbie land, Tinky Winky noticed how well the Noo-Noo sucked up rubbish. "Noo-Noo suck up the rubbish" And Tinky Winky thought it would feel nice if the Noo-Noo sucked on his willy. "Noo-Noo suck on the Tinky Winky willy" So Tinky Winky put his willy into the Noo-Noos sucker "Ooh, very nice" La La nd Po saw the fun Tinky Winky was having and so decided to lick each other in a lesbian 69 "Lickety suck in a lesbian 69" At tht moment, in walked Dipsy. "Eh oh Dipsy, eh oh Tinky Winky, eh oh La La, eh oh Po" The sight was too much for Dipsy and he felt simply obliged to have a wank over Tinky Winky and the Noo-Noo, whilst watching La La and Po. "Dipsy wank, Dipsy wank!" Tinky Winky, Dipsy, La La, Po Teletubbies, teletubbies, say hello WELL HARD GEEZER Well hard geezer with a scar on his face One look from him puts you in your place Was it me or was it the beer He made room and bust his way clear What you gave to me don't matter no more Cause now you count for nothing at all I look into those eyes and see That guilty smile hides nothing from me My friend Jo made a cup of tea She said put your faith in Jesus Pray to him for free But I'll put my faith in a punk rock ideal That's the way it is, that's how I feel What you gave to me don't matter no more Cause now you count for nothing at all I look into those eyes and see That guilty smile hides nothing from me I was loyal and I was there And I had the guts to show that I care (x4) He's a well hard geezer (x4) MICHAEL BOLTON'S HAIR Michael Bolton, the king of AOR He is the coolest thing on earth A soul provider, he is a soft rock god But his hair ws always a source of mirth AOR is very sad But it makes me very glad Michael Bolton's hair-Summed up the music for me Michael Bolton's hair-Turned me on Michael Bolton's hair-Was as silly as it could be Michael Bolton's hair-Now it's gone It's a type of music, you can play to your mum And buy the CD for your dad Your friends will tuant you and try to make your life hell Don't let them tell you that Michael's bad AOR is very sad But it makes me very glad Michael Bolton's hair-Summed up the music for me Michael Bolton's hair-Turned me on Michael Bolton's hair-Was as silly as it could be Michael Bolton's hair-Now it's gone CANDLE WITH THE WIND He was an international playboy She was a fairytale princess He had previously been engaged Her marriage ended in a mess Di and Dodi Dead Then one fateful night in Paris They ate their food and left the Ritz The driver was completely pissed up The papparazzi behaved like shits Di and Dodi Dead They praanged the car at high speed He was dead as a Dodi They couldn't keep her heart alive And the press all became toadies Di and Dodi Dead The news was boring for a week They even thought the Queen was to blame You gotta feel sorry for her kids But they didn't have to cancel the football games Di and Dodi Dead FILL YOUR PANTS WITH FEAR Forboding Tension Darkness Fear Small voices in the darkness A movement in the blackness Fill your pants with fear Fill your pants with fear Your pants With fear Pants Fear Apprehension Dread Movement Terror Small voices in the darkness A movement in the blackness Fill your pants with fear Fill your pants with fear Your pants With fear Pants Fear x2 Pant fear KNOCKING ON HEAVEN'S GATE In an ordinary way, on an ordinary day, they waited for an omen And they watched with hope filled eyes, faces turned towards the skys, they waited for an omen But I wish they new then what we know now No need for a leader to tell them how To live their lives in a meaningful way And they had waited for this day Faces draped in purple shrouds, They take the drugs to join the clouds, and their spirits go to heaven The comet streaks across the sky, The mothership follows closely by and takes their souls to heaven But I wish they new then what we know now No need for a leader to tell them how To live their lives in a meaningful way And they had waited for this day (x2) FIREFIGHTER It's been four hours since the shift began I take the cards and deal another hand Beans on toast and a cup of tea Cause fighting fire is the life for me Fighting fire is the life for me (x4) Two hours later I light another fag And get the video from my bag We sit and watch till the end of the shift On the way back home, I give my mate a lift I give my mate a lift (x4) I am a firefighter I am a firefighter I am a firefighter A twisted firefighter Today at work has been a bore Like yesterday and the day before Sitting around and drinking tea Occasionaly broken by a cat up a tree A cat up a tree (x4) I am a firefighter I am a firefighter I am a firefighter A twisted firefighter But then one day a real blaze We rush to the building before it's raized "It looks like arson" says my mate Ken It must be the fucking Prodigy again Must be the fucking Prodigy again (x4) I am a firefighter I am a firefighter I am a firefighter A twisted firefighter CHASING SHADOWS The old man in the corner Begged me for some money I gave him a smile and asked him why? He never hit out, he never swore He just shrugged his shoulders and asked once more I'm tired of chasing shadows in the street My head is spinning and I'm no longer willing To let you put me down Just like everyone else I need to be loved (Repeat everything) THE POET AND THE PUNK Hold with your eye this vision before you Grasp with sweet senses this apparition of beauty The majesty of nature captured for one moment of time Surely what you behold before you are the very vestiges of creation itself I went out in the fucking garden. Birch burst into bud to ascend once more the years cruel toil Whilst denizens of the night shielded from view of watching eyes Take shelter in the strengthening ball of fire Until again their element of night reclaims the throne It was a fucking spring morning. How like the passing of the seasons is but one day for some Born again this morn anew, the winged beauty unfurls, delicate and moist Whilst other creatures born of less noble stock, see not this vision But the continuing struggle for existence itself I saw a fucking butterfly. But oh... for some 'tis neer so kind, when in one moment Heaven itself descends to this mortal place to fill with wonder our jaded souls So that we may carry forth with worldly deeds Knowing that among the profanity and futility of life, lies the spark of divine magic I went back indoors (x2) BAD MOTHA FUCKA Are you serious? I just hope your delirious The effect on your health could be deleterious When I catch you, you'll wish you'd never been born You won't recognise the face the face you've alwys worn So don't fuck with me man, I'm warning you now Or I'll take you to pieces, I'll show you how I'm gonna tear your head off and stick it down your neck So don't ever cross me or I'll break your fucking neck 'Cos I'm a bad mutha-fucka I despise people like you Yes I'm a bad mutha-fucka I couldn't stand to be like you I said now listen up, here I'm calling the shots So just shut your mouth and listen what I've got To say to you. You must be dreaming Your pathetic request will leave you screaming 'Cos I never liked your stupid mathematics That's just something for numbers fanatics So don't ask me again you pathetic twat I haven't done my homework and that is that 'Cos I'm a bad mutha-fucka I despise people like you Yes I'm a bad mutha-fucka I couldn't stand to be like you Ok, Bob, well get it done for next lesson, please BILL CLINTON-SEX FIEND I used to work in Arkansas doing an office job Then one day in the Governors house Bill Clinton touched my knob While talking at a local school the governor addressed the class As soon as all the kids had gone Bill Clinton pinched my arse Bill Clinton is a sex fiend He tried to touch my knob And then he got his cock out And demanded a blow job Then at a Governors party; the mood ws full of frolics I heard someone behind me, Bill Clinton grabbed my bollocks The party was a great success it really was a knock-out As soon as all the guests had gone Bill Clinton got his cock out Bill Clinton is a sex fiend He tried to touch my knob And then he got his cock out And demanded a blow job When he got elected the White House was quite rum Whenever I bent over he frottered on my bum In an economic crisis he went to the world bank He returned with his knob out and asked me for wank Bill Clinton is a sex fiend He tried to touch my knob And then he got his cock out And demanded a blow job And with him on a trip to France he paid for my ticket He saw me going for a piss and stooped to try to lick it I often smoked a cigarette and stubbed it in the bucket The President got his knob out and requested tht I suck it Bill Clinton is a sex fiend He tried to touch my knob And then he got his cock out And demanded a blow job x2 THE VICAR AND I On Monday afternoons, the vicar comes round for tea I always bake a cake and he brings some tea for me We always have a jolly good chat, we drink our tea and after that The vicar gets drunk on special brew and it's a bottle of gin for me. On Tuesday afternoons, the vicar comes round for tea I always make some scones and he brings some tea for me We always have a jolly good chat, we drink our tea and after that The vicar takes some smack and he brings some crack for me On Wednesday afternoons, the vicar comes round for tea I always buy some strawberries and he brings some cream for me We always have a jolly good chat, we drink our tea and after that The vicar leans across and kisses me on the cheek. Weekday afternoons with the vicar, eating cake and drinking tea Weekday afternoons with the vicar, getting drunk, taking drugs, and the vicar kisses me On Thursday afternoons, the vicar comes round for tea I always makes some buns and he brings some butter for me We always have a jolly good chat, we drink our tea and after that We take off all our clothes and dance around with glee. On Friday afternoons, the vicar comes round for tea I always make some bread and he brings some jam for me We always have a jolly good chat, we drink our tea and after that I lay down on the bed and the vicar rodgers me. Weekday afternoons with the vicar, eating cake and drinking tea Weekday afternoons with the vicar, getting drunk, eating spunk while the vicar buggers me ENGLISH PRIDE He signed up in Dewsbury in 1914 Died for his country in 1916 He was proud of his community and way of life He left a daugther and he left a wife Does every English town need a war for every generation? And does every English town need a war for every generation? He signed on in Dewsbury in '95 Wore the jack to Dublin and let down his side Got on the telly with his English pride Is there anything of value in this sad cunts life? Does every English town need a war for every generation? And does every English town need a war for every generation? NOT DEEP ENOUGH When you work it out E equals MC2 Then you know, it's not to be shared Because they've given up on their dreams Filled their heads with brand new schemes How deep is your love? Not deep enough I hope that someone breaks your heart in two People will always disappoint you With their lying empty soul I'm not in love- Oh no How deep is your love? Not deep enough Like sister, like sister, like sister, like you Had two chances that much is true All you brought was heartbreak and pain I never wanna see you again How deep is your love? Not deep enough (x2)