1.Statement Of Intent
You gotta make a statement of intent
If we're yr careless children, the monuments you're building
Are subject to reclaim, yeah, yeah
And are ours to disclaim, yeah, yeah
Making discos of yr castles
We are tearing up yr plans
We won't be xeroxed for the future
Filed by beaurocratic man
Hot damn!
You gotta make a statement of intent
If we're your misplaced youth
And your lies are the truth
Then mistakes are illusions, yeah, yeah
A simple yes is confusion, yeah, yeah
We don't need a history lesson
Museums are made to lie
We won't be xeroxed for the future
Careless children never die
Hot damn!
Thinly veiled as national interest
With cold hearts paid to lie
Be made a happy xerox
Be a number 4 or 5
You gotta make a statment of intent
2.Girl Star
Her father had worked all his life
Her mother was a good housewife.
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need.
Daddy said all men were workers
Girls should be sweet, be good mothers
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need
Girls on t.v. thin and pretty
Fronting bands while acting flirty
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need.
She looked through all her teenage mags
Five foot eight, thirty four c bras
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need
Most girls models and baywatch stars
Nice long legs and a nice trim arse
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need
She was small and quite chubby
She was now abnormal this way
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need.
Why no natural girls in bands
All four males sounding very bland
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need.
Just wanna have fun, be herself
Female role model for some help
Inspiration i need, it's a girl star i need.
All i want is a real girl star
It's a girl star that i really need.
It's a girl star that i really need.
So now she's in her own pop band
Got a single out which wasn't planned
Inspiration she is, for other girls to do this
So maybe more will follow her
Will things be equal in the future？
Inspiration she is, it's a girl star she is.
Y'know
3.Clockwork Punk
I am a computer and i dance like metronome
I am now invading thru the tv in yr home
But you won't see me as i make you a code jerk
I am stationary, i am run by clockwork
I countdown to zero, i'm a binary abacus
Working in machine code, i'm the brain for all of us
Look out, i byte, at the fingers of office clerks
I am stationary, i am run by clockwork
To all the people in the east, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the north, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the west, clockwork punk!
And all the people in the south, clockwork punk!
I might be pale and grey, but inside i pogo
Getting silicon to the punk and disco
But you won't see me as i make you a code jerk
I am stationary, i am run by clockwork
Eating up yr numbers as you feed me more and more
Only numbers i see are the 1, 2, 3 and 4
Look out, i byte, at the fingers of office clerks
I am stationary, i am run by clockwork
To all the people in the east, clockwork punk!...
I am a computer and i dance like metronome
I am a computer and i dance like metronome
I am a computer and i dance like metronome
Counting down to zero, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the east, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the north, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the west, clockwork punk!
To all the people in the south, clockwork punk!
To all the people of glasgow, clockwork punk!
To all the people of dublin, clockwork punk!
To all the people of dundee, clockwork punk!
To all the people of london, clockwork punk!
4.Famous
She looks great, she talks nice
But she is famous
I can write, i can look
For me too glamourous
I can't pass, i can't pay
To be in their shoes
Stand back and i'll admire
Don't want to cause a fuss
Talk to me (i'm not within yr reach)
Be with me (not within yr reach)
I think you'll see (it's so ？)
It's just i'm so famous
I can dream, but i know
You're too good for me
I'd treat you, i'd spoil you
And do it gently
Take you out but with me
You're far too pretty
I'll be good, and at night
I would leave quietly
Respected, you look proud
With your head held high
All know you, don't know me
As you walk on by
So many, they love you
I bet you don't cry
They can't mock, they can't talk
At least you did try
Talk to me
5.Ninja Hi Skool
You wanna slogan？
Eat my insurrection
You wanna slogan？
Sugar-pop confection
You wanna slogan？
I'm yr riot girlboyfriend
You wanna slogan？
Revolt--offend
The fibretip is our weapon
Yeah its yr lesson
The teen-c kids in the hall
We scrawl on walls
And we adore yr dension
Yeah, yeah, false transmission
Ink-mark yr heart
With precision
It's cool, it's cool, it's cool cool cool
It's cool cool cool for you
Ninja hi skool!
You wanna slogan？
We don't need yr lectures
You wanna slogan？
Make our own conjectures
You wanna slogan？
We don't need no teachers
You wanna slogan？
No ugly creature-features
Graffiti'd skin tastes better
Yeah it says in our letter
And we go straight to yr neck
Yeah we love to infect
And pen just sticks to yr throat
But chalk will stick to yr coat
Ink-pen's our closest friend
6.Kid Cut
You're soulmates been stolen
She's not with you
Just get drunk, go out more
What can you do？
Which prom dress should you choose
She's not about
No one to watch you blow your candles out
Kid cut it out
Kid cut
Who to trust with problems
Tell a secret
No shoulder to cry on
Yeah you need it
Who'll assist scream for help？
Forced to feel it
No longer the one
She walks to school with
Regret it
Deflected
Imperfect
Learnt from it
Regret it
Deflected
Imperfect
Learnt from it
Kid cut it out...
7.Automatic Freestyle
Bam! i got the automatic freestyle
A walking contradiction
I walk for miles ＆ miles
Yes! and now disco's in the house
What's it all about, what's it all about, y'all？
Good god! i got an itching in my feet
Gotta dance, gotta dance to the disco beat
It's automatic, but it's so freestyle
I might dance like a robot but it's all mine
So why you dancing like that？
Wearing your pork pie hat
I guess that now we know
Why they call you disco
So why you dancing like that？
You'll be itching ＆ scratching like you was a cat
Woo-hah! got you all in check
But like the wu-tang say, protect ya neck!
We be getting down with the disco crew
We start the dancing and we say fuck you!
To all the people who treat us like toys
We be kicking it down like we're the beastie boys!
So why you dancing like that？
Wearing your pork pie hat
I guess that now we know
Why they call you disco
Kicking like you're bruce lee
With your partner ally
I guess that now we know
Why they call you disco
8.I'll Get You Back
Ten years in prison
Out for revenge
Pretend i'm straight
And get a wife
Track down my victim
And follow them
Find out when they're alone
And shoot 'em dead
Don't frame me 'cos i will get back, i will
I'm gonna get a disguise
You won't know me
Mustache and glasses
Look pretty
I'll buy you presents
And charm you well
You'll fall for me
And fall down dead
Don't frame me 'cos i will get back, i will
9.Cookie Cutter Kid
Telling you its your life, like it's patronising advice
You don't take heed, your conscience feeds off of being above
those needs
1-2-3-4 open the door, gotta be living one level above the
basment floor
Your mind is slack, your brain is black
Open all hours for the next attack
You'll never see me, you wanna be me
I'm the spirit of taking it easy
You on conveyer, nothing to say
I wouldn't think of you in my last prayer
Too much thought to achieve
So you puff and you wheeze
A walking example, your income is ample
But you've got fuck all to sample
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha want to do
Look at what you did
Don't be a cookie cutter kid
Don't turn out like your parents
You're being watched on 24 hour surveillance
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Or you'll be living your life on the national health
A brand new car, you'll go far
Every second kid in a burger bar
You got a mclife, you'll get a mcwife
Killing you softly with the kitchen knife
But it's gotta be said that it's up to you
To your ideals always remain true
When they tell you to change your mind
True belief i will hope you find
Never believe what the papers say
There never was any good old days
They tell you lies, you don't ask twice
Always at war with the other side
Picure of happiness with your mobile phone
Status symbol for the great unknown,
Be afraid of yourself, 'cos nobody else
Will ever give a second to the nothing that fell
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