ArgumentsPicture the scene
Crowds circle over 2010
The robots are on tour again
In separate transport stay together for their art
A new album written continents apart
Flash back ten years back to the start
Back to the start
Back to the start
Bed ScenesBed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
Bed scenes!
BoysLet us celebrate the foreign glamour of boys
Their allure is left unexplained
Their features and form alien to girls as described by girls
Scant chance for us to consume the beauty of the male body for pleasure
The body of boys, the blood of boys x8
Kappa jackets, Puma trainers, Farrahs, mullets, flicks
ChainsOh woah woah woah woah, la la la la la,
Oh woah la la la, la la la la la
Oh woah la la la, la la la la la,
Chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),
We're linked to each-other with chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),
Is it coz I'm you, and you're me, and we're chains,
Linked to each-other with chains (chains), chains (chains), chains (chains),
Cycle songKeep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning
DiyDon't take, don't take, don't break my amateur art
Ne te moques pas, te fous pas, te fous pas, casses pas
Ne plaisantes pas avec mon art
We're the Blue Peter generation
Brought up on amateur creation
Check our hobbies and collections
Our lower middle class directions
Don't Copy MeWas your hair cut by the council?
Two in one, Louise Brookes and Shirley Temple.
One Madonna glove and a jacket too tight.
Are you wearing your whole badge collection out tonight?
I've got the style and you can't cheat it
Stop! Don't copy me!
I've got the style and you can't beat it
Everybody's Going CrazyShake your head and bite your hand
On the floor for the crazy dance
Shake your head and bite your hand
Get ready for the crazy dance
On the floor, in your pants
Get ready for the crazy dance
Don't look at your watch 'cuz you ain't got the time
GirlYou like to throw up words
Speak to us s'if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I'm a dog I'm a pig I'm a cow I'm a bird (Tweet Tweet)
Your tongue twists ans scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex - Oh Blah Blah Blah
GirlsYou like to throw up words
Speak to us s'if we got germs
And label us with junior terms
I'm a dog I'm a pig I'm a cow I'm a bird (Tweet Tweet)
Your tongue twists ans scars
I need these tags like stabs in the heart
Names for my sex - Oh Blah Blah Blah
hi fiFunny how you look at my hi-fi
Touch my hi-fi
Like to listen to my hi-fi
Now I'm gone
Do you really want just another hi-fi,
Or do you want mine?
Do you really want just another hi-fi,
Hot gossipHot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip
Hot hot hot hot gossip
You're talking about me, cos I'm front page news
Flicking the pages baby and feeling for clues
You're talking about me, and it's all over the web
I Don't Have a Godgive me a proud look and your lying tongue
come on; sing your song
be my lust puppet let's burn long
come on; speak in wrongs
power is calling
I'm falling, I'm falling down
help me, I'm dirty
I'm dirty, I'm dirty, I'm dirty
la nuitJe respire l'air doux de la cité
Cité, cité ah-ah
On circule aux couleurs des néons
Néons, néons ah-ah
Je m'imagine dans un film Français
Français, Français ah-ah
Dans cette foutue mercedes blanche
Dans cette foutue mercedeeeees!
MirrorWanna the makeup, the clothes 'n the fashion magazines
Gotta the tits 'n the cache,
I'm a turn-on in tight jeans
Gimmee the make-up, the clothes 'n the fashion magazines
Luvva ma tits 'n ma cache,
I'm a turn-on in tight jeans
(who cares if I can work machines?)
Mirror Rorrimwanna the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines
gotta the tits n the cache,
i'm a turn-on in tight jeans
gimmee the makeup, the clothes n the fashion magazines
She's A Colour ScientistOh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow Oh Oh Oh Oh Ow Ow Ow
She's a colour scientist
White boots white belt white badge
To wear in wear out
Her grooves her heat she's bad
To show off show out
Pearl lips peach nips pink vadge
The Sex Has Made Me StupidOh oh, oh no
Uh oh, uh oh
Oh no
Stupid, stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
The sex has made me stupid
the tearsFear of an enemy
A hand to a face
Words I overhear
Stop starting histories
A code in a look
What's that number?
What's that number?
Turn it upI woke up weak today and needing your voice
Crawled into the speakers and turned up the volume
Felt so sick today but cured by your noise
My head in the speakers is drowning out volumes
In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm falling falling
In "Ashes To Ashes" I'm losing losing
In "Curl" and "Grazes" I'm feeling feeling
VoodooOh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
I saw your face last night on TV
I chant your name all night in dreamland
I spy your shadow at the bus stop
I kiss your image in the paper
You're voodoo I like you I like you I do
We're In the Music BizOne two three four
If you wanna start a band
We flew NY to LA left unpaid on the plane on the pavement with jetlag oh
Did you hire a PA, no. Lost in tears on the strip this ain’t no glamour trip oh
Missed a nightflight from Rome oh you don’t wanna talk about that but you are gonna rock the boat
Champagne in the speakers oh but that wasn’t us coz we were drinking Prosecco