Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Lord knows there's nothing left sacred
You've written down our life and our times
In a poxy pop song
You said it's in the public interest
To know your deepest disappointment is me
You set it out quite clearly
That song
Brings me back to a time
I'd rather not remember
That song
Reminds me what a creep you were
Now I don't want to hear
That song
That song
That song
That song
Now every one's singing about my heart break
And just to rub it in you sold it all to the tabloids
Leaving me no choice
Funny how revenge can really eat you
And still spawn the sweetest melody
Sticky
That song
Puts me in a place
Where I still taste the bitterness
That song
Reminds me what a fool I've been
Now I don't want to sing
That song
That song
That song
That song
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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She likes to lie stark naked in the rain
And feels the water trickle through her legs
Surround her self in nature the smell of earth and moisture
It goes straight to her head
Eventually she repairs to the shed
She has the place arranged to fit her needs
She nestles in a bower of steaming hot house flowers
The wetness forms a pool beneath the garden tools
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
Their hobbies do in some respects compare
Though he prefers the safety of indoors
He's on a secret mission a chrome and MDF vision
The dust clog every pore
He's happiest when deafened by the noise
Of drill and bit and grinding masonry
He settles in the debris and improvises daily
Don't knock it till you try a spot of DIY
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
Then one night he spied her through the blinds
Now he fantasises she might be his bride
But as he watches her disrobe he knows there is no hope
Cos if you never leave your home
You'll always be alone
Through it all a lesson should be learned
And even you must finally accept
Though self gratification and a good imagination
Will do the job quite well you know that in the end
You're always on your own
Nothing changes
You'll always be alone
With your arrangements
You're always on your own
Just enjoy it
All you'll always be alone
There's nothing for it
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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As the years go by
Policemen look younger
Clothes sizes smaller
Gin tastes better and better
Problems get bigger
Friendships grow deeper
Lovers drift further and further apart
I don't want to get older
Be left out in the cold in unfashionable clothes
With no hope just a joke among kids in the know
I don't want to get old
As the years go by
Families grow larger
Waistlines even further
Actions made safer and safer
Till nothing and no chance is left
And you're deeper and deeper in debt
I don't want to get older
Make a mess of what's left and have only regret
Short of breath short of sense short of luck and good sex
I don't want to get old
When once we would fight to the death
Now principles fall by the way
We fear failure and change
And there's no escape
Getting older
I don't want to get older
Be left out in the cold in unfashionable clothes
With no hope just a joke among kids in the know
I don't want to get old
I don't want to get older
Make a mess of what's left and have only regret
Short of breath short of sense short of luck and good sex
I don't want to get old
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Under the cosh again
Taking it on the chin and I'm
Taking it like a man
Not some girly lady
Catering to your whim bending over backwards
Letting you break me in
And your doing it with your big stick
I tried to understand you bearing down with your big stick
It makes you feel like a man carve another notch in your big stick
Just because you can
I wish I had a big stick
Cos I would run you through
I will get revenge on you
When I have the power
I'm intoxicated
You think I'd empathise
But I will show no mercy
When I beat you back
I'll be doing it with my big stick
So try to understand me bearing down with my big stick
It makes me feel like a man carve another notch on my big stick
Just because I can
I wish I had a big stick
Under the cos again
Where I want to be
Taking it on the chin
You won't break me
Doing it with your big stick
Cos I will understand you bearing down with your big stick
It makes you feel like a man can carve another notch in your big stick
Just because you can I will understand...
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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I said you're amazing
Say again you're amazing
Your generosity overwhelming
You're overwhelming overwhelming me
Some times you give too much
Some times you give too much
Some times you give too much
And I can't keep up
I want to make a confession
I'm not really complaining
But when I see your brain engaging
You're disengaging disengaging me
Sometimes you think too much
Sometimes you think too much
Sometimes you think too much
And I can't keep up
I want you to know
I'll meet each punch you throw
Blow for blow for blow for blow
Some times you know too much
Some times you know too much
Some times you know too much
And I can't keep up
Some times you love too much
Some times you love too much
Some times you love too much
And I can't keep up
Some times it's all too much
Some times it's all too much
Some times it's all too much
And I can't keep up
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Julie likes to embarrass us in restaurants
No matter what she gets it's not what she wants
Her steak's too rare or it's too well done
Now she's looking for a full refund
But she doesn't seem to grasp the way to ask
There she goes the centre of it all
The life and soul of every one's party whether they like it or not
Then she blows hot and cold
It's not hard to understand
Why nobody likes Julianne
It's even worse when we're on holiday
I mean before she gets off the plane
Julie already has a really bad name
And she only has herself to blame
After all she's been through half the crew
There she goes the centre of it all
The life and soul of every one's party whether they like it or
not
Then she blows hot and cold
It's not hard to understand
Why nobody likes Julianne
Stick your neck out you get your face slapped
Give as good as you get and you give it all back
Julie likes to make amends
That's one thing to say in her defence
She says it's alright we can go out another night
She knows she's fair game
That's why we all love to hate Julianne
Then she blows hot and cold
It's not hard to understand
Why nobody likes Julianne
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Was some thing I said
Really so bad
Such a faux pas as to incur your wrath
So thoroughly
Some thing I did
So deserving of this
I'd take it all back if I known you'd react
So suddenly
One minute the world's at your dancing feet
The next you're six feet deep
Making food for worms as they twist and turn
And devour me
I've been stabbed
I've been stabbed
It feels like I've been stabbed
In the back
You're driving it home
Through flesh into bone
You whittle and carve another notch in my heart
So easily
One flash of your eyes
And I'm slashed up inside
Like Pedigree Chum when your laser-like tongue
Lashes out at me
You leave me for dead but you're not finished yet
You've only one regret
You just ignored at I scratched and clawed
In self defence
I've been stabbed....
The flowers and cards
Amuse me for hours
As I hover unknown in my celestial zone
Observing you
I must say you shine
Your grief it's sublime
I'm here in a daze a spiritual glaze
Of martyrdom
The thing I learned is you deserve
To take my life
Cos I'd rather be dead a victim till the end
And I deserve to die
I've been stabbed....
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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You ring my bell
With your ring ding ding dong a ding a ling
You wipe my mouth with your smile
You make my day when you shoop swoop soup shoop a shimmy shake
I want you to be here tonight
Come over and tease me tonight
You talk a good game
But if it's all the same
I'd like you to
Show me what you can do
With your big boop boop a boopy tube
You knock me flat
When you bend over spank spank a spanky splat
You zap me back with your charge
You get me set
For your big bad extra exorcet
Come over and blow me apart
I'll take it all like a good girl
I'll be so bad for you now
You talk a good game
But all the same I'd never fuss
You want to make love
With that rub dub shimmy shimmy
Ooh la la
You ring my bell with that diing dong ding dong
You shake me up with your rub dub dub dub a love a duck
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Will we remember the moment that we met
I hope we never forget
This feeling
Will we remember when we're old and grey
Our very first day
Together
When we touch the world lights up
Florescent our iridescent love shines
When we kiss the chemistry
Confounding all scientific minds
Our welded heart a work of art
To rival the wonders of the world
But when we dance
Flat on our backs
Our love is the envy of the Gods
Will we remember the moment that we met
I hope we never forget
This feeling...
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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In the morning when I wake calling out your name
But there's no reply
I reach across for your embrace
The sparkle in your eye
Gone but not forgotten
Gone but not forgotten
You live on in my heart in my song
You live on...
Every day I trace your steps praying at the end
I will find you there
Every day now since you went I'm following your scent
Still hanging in the air
Gone but not forgotten..
Music: S Rhatigan
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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I'm a late developer
Might as well admit it
The sole conspirator
100% committed
I'm a crowd pleaser
Have a laugh at my expense
I'm a cock teaser
If it gets me what I want
Down don't back down
Don't back down
Round turn it round
Turn it round
Or those fuckers will eat you alive
I'm an exhibitionist
Showing in the here and now
A real guiterrorist...
Round turn it round
Turn it round
Down don't back down
Don't back down
Or those fuckers...
Are you like me?
Music: S Rhatigan/J Morrison
Lyrics: S Rhatigan
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Remember I made you eat crab apple and you were sick for a week
Then I stuffed your sucky up the chimney till you cried for a week
Then I killed your canary with the hair dryer
And I kicked you just to see you bruise
Purple and blue
I was only joking my dear
Didn't mean to hurt you all those years
Thought that they were really laughter tears
I was only joking my dear
Remember I told every one you went all the way with that fella from Artane
All the blokes shouted 'seven stars' when we were on our way to Mass with ma
Then to make matters worse when you blushed
I called you beetroot and tomato head
Purple and red
I was only Joking...
Remember I borrowed your favourite jeans took them in and cut them at the seams so they'd fit me
You went ballistic when I called your boyfriend canker head and made ashtrays from your Bread records
Oh well what the hell
You got your own back
Purple and black
I was only joking...
Music: Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Starting out a brand new day
Got the whole world in my hands
I got the whole world in my hands
Judging from your sorry face
You want to sabotage my plans
Won't let you sabotage my plans
Why can't you see
I just want to be happy
After all that I've been through
All I want to to do is
Give you some good news
Chase away bad blues
Do what I have to
So you can be happy
Crease your brow into a frown
You always drag me down
I won't let you drag me down
Crack your mouth into a smile
But you smile without your eyes
You won't make it worth my while
Why can't you see
I just want to be
Happy
You think you're being cool
But you're just rude
So don't be a big fool
Lose the bad attitude
Do what you have to so you can be
Ho hum my old chum
Why do you look so glum
Now you've got me stumped
I want to have some fun
Do you want some do you
You think you're being cool
But you're just rude
So I shoot for a full moon
Catch on a good tune
Break in your new shoes
Do what I have to so you can be
Happy
Music: Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Scarlet for the girl
Staving off the tummy wolf
Rumage through the rubbish for a scrummy little tit bit
Can't afford to nit pick
Punkapopalyptic
Pouting for the punters
Putting on her lip sticky
Wise cracking assholes widen cracks in your soul
Wide enough to drive a whole
Lorry load of turkeys home
To roost before the roasting traffic jams
And tarmacadam pirates
Soak up all the slack
I can do with out that
I can do without it
I can do with out all this shit
It really is a pain in the ass
Sickened for the man
Minced up in the gristle grinder
Splinters in your pasty
And an advert for a panty liner
Segue to the sarky DJ chat
Riding on the fortunes of some other bodies back
Sorry for myself
Mining for some inspiration
Sucked into the engine
Purring plunging
Carbon poisons puking carcinogenic crap
I can do with out that...
Depth charge heart attack
Jack knife head on crash
Pop star lipstick
Metal feathers turkey giblets
Blocking every pass
Our trusty DJ laughs
This one's for you
If you're if you're fouled up in the tail back
I can do with out...
Macho muck savages exposing their back passages
I can do with out
Free basing freemasons flexing moral muscle
I can do with out...
Music: John Morrison/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Filthy news day
Filthy weather
Filthy thoughts
Keeping us together
Filthy minds
Filthy wishes
Filthy sink
Filled with filthy dishes
And I go on fighting for the cause
Keeping us together
While all around us falls apart
Keeping us together
Spinning circles
Spinning lines
Spinning crows feet
Around your eyes
Spinning tops
Spinning tales
Watch your life
Spinning down the drain
As I go on fighting for the cause
Keeping us together
While all around us falls apart
Keeping us together
Rock the boat
Rock the Kasbah
Rock my world
It's getting harder
Take me home
Light the candles
Lighten my load
When it's too hard to handle
And I'll go on fighting for the cause
Keeping us together
I'll work my fingers to the bone
Keeping us together
Music: John Morrison/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Cast your mind like a net into a dream
Fishing sleep from the rolling waves
With promises of peace
Bearing down on your pillow as you feel the panic creep
Want to drown in your eider down
And leave the radio on
I'm scared I'll be right and left out
Scared in the shadows of doubt
Scared I'll be lost if I'm found out
Lock the door
Try to keep the ghosties out
When a false hope drags your spirit cross the bedroom floor
And the nightmare draws in all the demons in your head
Crush the breath sweat bubbles
And you're gasping for air
I'm scared I won't make ends meet
Scared I'll be in too deep
Scared I'll be out of reach
I'm scared
I'm sacred won't know who to trust
Scared of the two of us
Scared I might make a fuss
Scared
I'm scared I'll be right and left out
Scared in the shadows of doubt
Scared I'll be lost if I'm found out
I'm scared I won't make ends meet
I'm scared staring at defeat
Scared I'll be out of reach
I'm scared scared
Cast your mind like a net into a dream
Fishing sleep from the rolling waves
With promises of peace
Music: Phil Thornally/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Now I'm not your girlfriend
Not the one to hold you
Not the one to hold you up
Not the one to hold you down
Not the one to wake you
Not the one to make you think
Not the one to make you quiver
Not the one to make you shiver
Now I'm not your girlfriend
Not yours
Not the one who's there
Not the one who's there after
Not the one in the next chapter
Not the one you want
Not the one who wanted two
Not the one to see you through
Not the one who'll see through you
Not the one you'll lie to
Not the one who'll lie for you
Not the one who's lying in your arms
Now I'm not your girlfriend
Not your girlfriend and that is fine
Now I'm not your girlfriend
I just hope you realise
If I'm not yours you're not mine
Now I'm not your girlfriend
Not the one you'll keep
Not the one to keep you waiting
Not the one you're over rating
Not the back you'll scratch
Not the monkey on your back
Not the one you're giving presents
Not the one who's past forgiveness
Not the one you're tied to
Not the one who'll tire you
Not the one who's trying just to hard
Now I'm not your girlfriend
Not your girlfriend and that is fine
Now I'm not your girlfriend
I just hope you realise
If I'm not yours you're not mine
I'll be the one who's laughter rings on past our time
I'll be the one who's picture reminds you of better times
Music: John Morrison/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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So much for the boy who lost control
Had it all to live for had it all to give her
So much for the girl who took it all
Now she's overdue now she'll pay her dues
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
So much for the writing on the wall
Said it all
So much for the pictures of a past
Not meant to last not built to last
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
Cut off cut out cut up cut back
Cut off cut out cut up cut back
Cut off cut out cut up cut back
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
Want to be disconnected want to be disconnected
So much for the boy who lost control
Music: Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Looking at the world through the bottom of a glass
Smile at the fish face your spirit sinking fast
Can't resist another full on pop song
Make mine a double I'm getting a groove on
Tighten your seat belt we might crash land tonight
Ooh he said I think you've had enough
I said you wouldn't know enough even if you were
You're not making sense
You're not making any sense
You're making no sense
This is all nonsense
Best foot forward I fall flat on my back
Sip on a slip disk at least you have a laugh
Should no better than to put on a pretence
Don't mud wrestle with a guilty conscience
I'm bulletproof baby you might just take a fall
Ooh he said you have a lot to learn
I said I'd like to burn in hell if you were with me
You're not making sense
You're not making any sense
You're making no sense
This is all nonsense
Feeling sorry for my self
Tidal wave the melancholy stage
I won't remember anyway
You're not making sense
You're not making any sense
You're making no sense
This is all nonsense
You're not making sense
You're not making any sense
You're making no sense
This is all nonsense
Music: John Morrison/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Tonight the moon fills my rain dirty window
Washing the night inside from outside
A smile of pleasure
A world-weary traveller
Home at last to the safety and comfort
Of four strong walls two strong arms
A place to belong a place to be one
Tonight
Tomorrow heaving impending disasters
Loom in the distance but lumbering closer
A final reminder there's no surrender
Imminent danger the promise of strangers
Can't relax beurocrap
Battles to be won nothing can be done
Tonight the stars lighting our way
As hour on hour stretches to day
And we as one lock in a lullaby
Here tonight
Tonight
Here tonight
Music: Mark Bandola/Suzanne Rhatigan
Lyrics: Suzanne Rhatigan
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Hello how're you doing
I wanted to say
You saw me look over
Now you're coming my way
But still I'm unable to put a name to your face
Then the light hits your eyes you're that guy
Oh no
Hello is the last word I wanted to hear
Cos now you're beside me it's all coming clear
The party the handcuffs the smart drugs you're weird
Oh no
Then I'm abhorred as your mouth forms the word
Hello