dry cleaning ray,
at the end of the day,
always knows what to say,
always knows what to play.

it's the same old song
with the same old bits

thirty years without a hit.

dry cleaning ray
says he's wasting away,
feeling red turn to grey,
watching overcoats fray.

it's the same old thing
it's the same old shit

thirty years without a hit.

sweetside silver night

the road to hell is paved
with the souls of old failed singers
the wild, wild eyes, the non stop whys -
the dreadful songs they bring us.

their get up and go
makes me lie down and die.
their pug ugly row
makes the little ones cry.

sweetside silver night
sheds her skin in the cold spotlight.
sweetside silver night -
it's in the colour of her hair.

tired of losing face
and lost in summer thunder,
casual attire with no spare tyre,
you sit at home and wonder.

sweetside silver night
spills her gin in the pale moonlight.
sweetside silver night -
it's in the way she never cares.

jack the sax

jack the sax is scratching his head
in a makeshift bed of water and lead.
"he'd be better off dead,"
his only friend said.

in the rain and hurting again,
for the price of fame,
for a lover's stain,
for one more day to stay the same.

I'd ask you to love me,
but you'd never love me back.
I'd ask you to hold me,
just to feel the darkness crack.

jack the sax is clutching the phone,
but there's no-one home and he feels alone,
and his pale white flesh
has turned to stone.

I'd ask you to love me,
but you'd say it's just an act.
I'd ask you to hold me
just to feel the darkness.

diet mothers

(remix of 'pretty genius')

urban disco

you want to tell your story,
you want to have your say -
but every time you try to speak,
more life gets in the way.

some children died today,
you're troubled by your face -
but everything's OK,
jason pulled on saturday.
jason pulled on saturday.

you wonder what's inside of you.
you keep yourself well-fed -
but every time you try to think,
more life gets in the way.

some people burned to death
while alex smoked his cigarette,
but you don't hold your breath,
'cause jason's had success.
jason pulled on saturday.

a burning plane had crashed
the time your father asked,
"whatever happened to the past?
whatever happened to the past?"

jason pulled on saturday.

(instrumental – extreme remix of 'housewives hooked on heroin')

kightlinger

(instrumental)

evelyn

you are vile,
you are vague,
you are vain.
you are sick,
you are sad,
you're insane.

you are cruel,
you are crass,
you don't care.
you are coy,
you are cold,
you're unfair.

chorus 1:

evelyn, don't say it.
evelyn, I pray to thee.
evelyn, you love me, don't you see?

you are far,
you are false,
you're a fink.
you are frail,
you are fey,
you're a pig.

you are low,
you are lost,
too far gone.
you are deaf,
you are dumb,
always wrong.

chorus 2:

evelyn, don't say it.
evelyn, it's just not true.
evelyn, you see, you love me too.

chorus 1 (repeat)

sicknote

come dazzle me
come saddle me

with your hands so soft and white
and your words so hard and right
in the heat of this pointless night
dazzle me

there's no need to flap
there's no need to slap
there's no need to slaughter your name

there's no need to fear
there's no need to be here

you can tell them where to go
when you're the star of the show -
dazzle them

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it's dim and dismal but it makes you laugh
fills in the time you can't wait to pass
there's so much wisdom in the heart of trash
the freezing coffee and the falling ash