Don't Be Too Honest

Meanwhile, back here on the ground
Like the bleached bones of little birds
We evacuate, as they escalate
With dirty symbols over front doors
The nutters in the street on their worn out shoes
And the stain of some old tattoo
Oh you things with your too tight eyes
And the bleached bones of little birds

We say
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many

Meanwhile, back here on the ground
Gravity takes its toll
Yeah the priest won't tell what the young have done
You know he's doing it as well
And it all comes down on a neutered town
There's a snip on the road that you won't get past
And the priest won't tell
Yeah the priest won't tell
No the priest won't tell 'cause he's doing it as well

He says
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many

Shut up!

Are you ready to be rubbed right out?
Are you ready to be rubbed out?
Are you ready to be rubbed right out?
Are you ready to be rubbed out?
Are you ready to be rubbed right out?
Are you ready to be rubbed out?
Are you ready to be rubbed right out?
Are you ready to be rubbed out?

Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many

Meanwhile, back here on the ground...
Meanwhile, back here on the ground...

Meanwhile, back here on the ground
We've been standing still too long
Bent English law
Put their bets out on the floor
Well we've got news for you, man

We say
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many
Don't be too honest, too too too often
Don't be too honest, too too too many

Shut up!


Confessions Of A Thug

So now let's get this straight
I only hit her once
It's for her health you see
These walls were built for me
And now you want me to confess
To why her world is such a mess
But it makes no odds to me
I am the king, baby

I don't want to talk about that
Don't want to talk about that

Confessions of a thug
I am smarter than you all
Confessions of a thug
I am smarter than you all

No don't ask me who I am
It'll take a lifetime to explain
The complicated son
But as simple as a moving blade
No you won't see me
You won't hear me
But you'll fear my inbred mind
The tears of your martyrs wash away
They're wasted on me

Don't want to talk about that
Don't want to talk about what you need
You're guilty more or less
I kick for fun
I kick for fun

Confessions of a thug
I am smarter than you all
Confessions of a thug
I am smarter than you all
I am smarter than you
Yes I am smarter than you
Smarter than you all
Yes I'm smarter than you all
Yes I'm smarter than you all
Yes I'm smarter than you


Excuse Me?

Just for once can you not pretend
Making out that everything is alright
You can loosen up your grip-tight hand
When you jump you know it's just so priceless

I'm thinking of me
That's how its always been
I wish I had my looks again

My boredom is a luxury
Held up by universal vanity
A shake of the head
Whispering word lies
The days they turn to days of finding
Ways to fill the days that just don't need filling

I'm thinking of me
That's how its always been
I wish I had my looks again

So is it over?
Confusion made a tart of me
So has it gone?

I'll shame those in authority
What do I care about their reputations?
For those of you who claim to outshine the sun
You're hard to feel on my skin

I'm brought into town
Looking for a dry hole to fill
Stole all the love from people's eyes
Oh I can't afford to get in

And like an insane child
I woke and the world had ended again
I just trying so hard to hold it down
My raging heart still raging

I'm thinking of me
That's how its always been
I wish I had my looks again
I'm thinking of me
That's how its always been
I wish I had my looks again

So is it over?
Confusion made a tart of me
So has it gone?


Draped

Power is the drug no matter what the dose is
I couldn't get enough when I was moving up my teens
Women on doorsteps moaning 'bout the weather
Full cloud cover got me grounded again
Hounded by the law for being out after curfew
Me and my nephew got the same style hair
So I took a slap for his kleptomania crap
And ended up living in a quality four star

If you're lost, you know where we are
I'm so relaxed, I'm aching

I'm gonna blow your nose
Coz it's the only one you've got
It's better if you keep it clean
Coz if you bear in mind the pressure that it puts upon your belt loop
You say you never trust people who wear cheaper shoes than you

I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped
I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped

I'm gone
Yes I'm gone

Now the bouncer at the club
Well he's a dainty little brother
Fist like this, head full of semolina
The army wouldn't have him and the navy couldn't have him
And my sister/mother had to leave him coz he bounced her off a wall
A licence to evict with an emotion, I predict
Like plugging in the National Grid and lighting up on you
If you've heard it all before
Then you'll be able to see through it
It's a dirty job but, but...

I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped
I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped

I'm gone

And with the promise of promotion you go flying off the road
The universal comedown got the better of you, huh?
Terminate, you're turning mate, to sewage to the sea
Floating to the bottom of a national squeeze
Cave-like style in a multi-coloured capsule
Leave your love-chug waddle in the hall if you please
The dent in your head got bigger than you expected
Tough luck, tough luck, you know the fog will never ease

I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped
I'm so relaxed, I'm aching
I'm so laid back I'm draped
I'm draped

I'm so...

You've run a red light, right car, wrong side of the road
We're gonna eat you up, to the cries of penitensae agitae


Mental Hygiene

I heard a scream that blew the words off the page
Skipping kids, skipping school
Pulled their gums off the pavement again
Comparing shoe size, the rubber boot boys were
Twitchin' for a stitchin'
I had a firm desire to be elsewhere
To a place that growed
Slow down, drifting, drank cool water
But now I'm heading for the smoke filled room
Like a three legged chicken from a square egg
So in the meantime...

Here's your first lesson in mental hygiene

Yeah, if you're feeling sometimes
That the feelings not right, it's looking wrong
Yeah, take a piece of advice
Make the pieces fit nice
Just hum along

The bible in the hands of some is worse
Than the bottle on the lips of others
It's hard to tell and I won't
Noises from the playhouse of an insane child
Say, do memories fade?
Or do we just accept?
I never raised my voice in my life
Except to a deaf girl and she didn't care
But now I'm hanging on the wrong side of the tracks
Pulling faces at you pretty people over there

Mmmm, welcome to the sound at the back of your throat
Just play that bit that goes...

Do I look like a victim? A second class citizen?
No I don't think so

Yeah, if you're feeling sometimes
That the feelings not right, it's looking wrong
Yeah, take a piece of advice
Make the pieces fit nice
Just hum along

Patronised and persecuted
Holds no lace in a well-tuned heart
Hippies with muscles, kicking trees, shout about mental hygiene and ting
Gimme an ounce I'll make you a pound but in the meantime...

Pick a limb
Any limb

Yeah, if you're feeling sometimes
That the feelings not right, it's looking wrong
Yeah, take a piece of advice
Make the pieces fit nice
Just hum along

Yeah, if you're feeling sometimes
That the feelings not right, it's looking wrong
Yeah, take a piece of advice
Make the pieces fit nice
Just hum along

Yeah, if you're feeling sometimes
That the feelings not right, it's looking wrong
Yeah, take a piece of advice
Make the pieces fit nice
Just hum along

Oh yeah...


Crude Manipulator
(AKA Miss Hyperactive, We Got Engaged)

Miss Hyperactive, we got engaged
Tap, tap, tap across the backs
Now she won't co-operate
Sometimes I almost hear her
Creaking with charm
The crude manipulator
Unrefinement in her arms

Just goes to show you what a day can do
She'll stick the young boys' heads back on with glue
She's nothing left to do

Her heart flows blood
And her typhoid smile
Eyes burn, flesh ring, dripping style
Pretty, pretty, sweet eyes open wide
She's been on the inside

Just goes to show you what a day can do
She'll stick the young boys' heads back on with glue

Knew that it would break
Knew that she would break it
I knew that it would break
I knew that she would break it
I knew that it would break
I knew that she would break it
Knew that she would
Knew that it would break
I knew that she would break it
Knew that she would
Knew that it would break
I knew that she would break it
She would break it

Just goes to show you what a day can do
She'll stick the young boys' heads back on with glue

Just goes to show you what a day can do
She'll stick the young boys'...
She'll stick the young boys'...
Just goes to show you...
Just goes to show you...
Just goes to show you...
Just goes to show you...
Just goes to show you...

Lyrics copyright 1996 We Know Where You Live (Polygram Music / Fiction Songs)

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