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[enjoy bell woods]

Past trees with rose bushes in
The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian



Spoilt Victorian Child



Sugar and cakes appear mean
Sitting at the table
Tigers pop-up from books



Spoilt Victorian Child



Let`s take it ten years on
You`re looking back from then
Under rough grey blankets
Thread loose stained grey blanket



Spoilt Victorian Child



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Musical chairs rouge cheeks he remembers
Thru` the aqueduct of five years
Spoilt Victorian Child shall avoid reflection
The child was spoilt Victorian

Spoilt Victorian Child



Mirrors can`t hid the toxic of disfigured Poxes



Spoilt Victorian Child



Past trees the fairies are flyin
Past trees with rose bushes in
The butterfly shrugs to fly in
Sugar and iced cakes appear mean



The child was spoilt Victorian
The child was spoilt Victorian



Spoilt Victorian Child
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And you know that servants keep their order knowledge
And as you walk in on the footsteps steed babe
In the encrusted green unwild
You know you are a spoilt Victorian child

 

[Star Power]

He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.
He's not appreciated.

Drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest.

I said drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest!

He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated

White collar hits motorway services
It's the Hip Priest
From the eyes he can see, they know
It's the Hip Priest

He's not appreciated.

It's purple psychology.
Not just an old lady's.

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest

And he's gonna make an appearance.
He's gonna make an appearance.

Was shown in a freakshow early on.
And drunk from small brown bottles since I was so long.

Cause I'm a Hip Priest
Cause I'm a Hip Priest
People only need me when they're down and gone to seed.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.
Cause I'm a Hip Priest.

It's appreciation half won.
And they hate their allegiance to hip preacher one.
Hip Priest

I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
I got my last clean dirty shirt outta the wardrobe
And all the good people know

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest

All the young groups know
All the young groups know
They can't ever take advantage because I'm a Hip Priest.
I was as clean as a packet of chocolate Treets.

That's hip hip hip hip hit hit hit Hip Priest

And if the good people knew they would say
He's not appreciated
He's not appreciated

So drink the long draught, Dan,
for the Hip Priest

 

[enjoy bell woods]

When I'm walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
And write your letters to the Evening News
I clench my fist and sing this tune:
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head,
I said Hey student, hey student, hey student,
You're gonna get it through the head, I said...
When walking to work,
It's always you I seem to meet
Henna in your hair, standing in the heat
As you serve us in [motor bows] a book kid
I clench my hand before I flip my lid.
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you listen to Pearl Jam in your room.
I'm thinking like that when I sing this song:

I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah
When walking down the street,
It's always you I seem to meet,
Long hair down and sneakers on your feet.
As you stare in your room at Shaun Ryder's face
Down long long long long days

I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah

The dead brains of class A-D
Born to live in Leigh-on-Sea
Twin swastikas, court, swimming pool
I'm thinking like this when I sing this tune:

I said I woka-to-ma, woka-to-ma
Woka-to-ma, wah wah wah

 

[Belfast]

So far, this thread is pretty gay.

 

[Teknopathetic]

:nod:, you're better off listening to the Black Keys. Less pretense.

 

[enjoy bell woods]

Generous, valeric, jehovah's witness
Stands in cologne marktplatz
Drums come in
When the drums come in fast
Drums to shock, into brass evil



What have you got in that paper bag?
Is it a dose of vitamin c?
Ain't got no time for western medicine
I am damo suzuki



The fuck-up like red acid rain
Give it to me daki every day
Who is mr. karlheinz stockhausen?
Introduce me
I'm damo suzuki



Soundtracks, soundtracks
Melched together, the lights
The lights above you



Listener was in cahoots with fritz lieber
And read him every day
Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash
I put by [cup of] meine fire, okay
I have no time for western medicine
I am damo suzuki



May we go back to days pre-virgin
Cannot get on clear vinyl
The handle that was brass, is now brass evil
The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle
The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey
I am damo suzuki



Is this west latent pattern?
Run it, says damo's spirit
Is this lesser european?
Speak it, says damo's spirit
I am damo suzuki

 

[enjoy bell woods]

:nod:, you're better off listening to the Black Keys. Less pretense.

Mark E. Smith is the antithesis of pretense.