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Belle Sebastian lyrics - Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant


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Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt You've been used, you're confused Write a song, I'll sing along Are you calm? Settle down Soon you will know that you are sane You're on top of the world again Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you? Do you went to work in C A, 'cause that's what they expect Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs 'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room Heed of English gets you, asks you, What the Hell do you think you're doing? Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside. You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right


Billy Bragg "Talking With The Taxman About"
When one voice rules the nation Just because they're on top of the pile Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest The voices of the people Are falling on deaf ears Our politicians all become careerists They must declare their interests But not their company cars Is there more to a seat in parliament Then sitting on your arse And the best of all this bad bunch Are shouting to be heard Above the sound of ideologies clashing Outside the patient millions Who put them into power Expect a little more back for their taxes Like school books, beds in hospitals And peace in our bloody time All they get is old men grinding axes Who've built their private fortunes On the things they can rely The courts, the secret handshake The Stock Exchange and the old school tie For God and Queen and Country All things they justify Above the sound of ideologies clashing God bless the civil service The nations saving grace While we expect democracy They're laughing in our face And although our cries get louder Their laughter gets louder still Above the sound of ideologies clashing

Already Yesterday

It's already yesterday, we're off the calendar I heard the sirens play just like an orchestra Mechanical bird of prey sing for your emperor Last broken flash of love still in the camera We don't feel those locks and chains We won't listen to the lizard part of our brains Giving the orders Another morning we'll be gone I start the car for Ten Mile Beach And maybe Avalon, across the water It's already yesterday and nobody's answering Disconncted, drift away, nobody's questioning Head silver, feet of clay, who is surrendering They fall in our heyday, I am remembering (Chorus) We can't feel those aches and pains We won't listen to the voices in the city rain Giving the orders Another morning I'll be gone I start the car for Violet Town And then to Babylon, over the border


I can see you in the morning when you go to school Don't forget your books, you know you've got to learn the golden rule, Teacher tells you stop your play and get on with your work And be like Johnnie - too-good, well don't you know he never shirks - he's coming along! After School is over you're playing in the park Don't be out too late, don't let it get too dark They tell you not to hang around and learn what life's about And grow up just like them - won't you let it work it out - and you're full of doubt Don't do this and don't do that What are they trying to do? - Make a good boy of you Do they know where it's at? Don't criticise, they're old and wise Do as they tell you to Don't want the devil to Come and put out your eyes Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight Or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know wrong from right But while I am still living, I've just got this to say It's always up to you if you want to be that want to see that want to see that way - you're coming along!

I Love Work

Butterfingers "Breakfast At Fatboys"
Woke up this morning a little too early, a little too tired, a little too surly. Guess I got up on the wrong side of the bed when I shoulda stayed in it instead. But I gotta go to work 'cause I love it Oh how I wanna tell the boss to shove it No matter how I want to crash Need abundance of funds when it comes to cash. So I wash my face with a little bit of water to wake me up ('Does it work?' 'Yeah, sorta..') Inspect the reflection, check my eyes - they're bloodshot, that's no surprise. So I wake up every day the same way, no matter what time I hit the hay Fall asleep at like seven o'clock and I wake up tired wearing dirty socks, thinking. I love (I love work) Work (I love work) I love (Geez, I love work) Work Put my shoes on, strap them up, Put on my shorts, scratch my nut, Put on my shirt, get something to eat and then I'm out the door and I'm into the street. Driving my car, still putting my clothes on, When I realise I left the stove on. I'm gonna be late if I have to go home, But I got no choice so I'll bust a U-bone at the buisiest intersection, probably starting to wish that I'd slept in - 'cause now a cop is pulling me over, and I'm quite sure that I'm not quite sober. But he's happy just giving me a ticket when he pisses off I'm gonna flick it out the window and go to work wired Hope I don't get fired for being so tired. A quarter to is when i'm supposed to start, but I'm looking at my watch and it's quarter past. Boss's telling me to get off my ass, but it's against my religion to be working fast. So I said another company has made some offers, if you want me to stay, 'I need a new office!' He's fuming and foaming at the mouth when he reminded of the stove at my house. Never went back to turn it off because I got sidetracked, interacting with the cop, I'm telling my boss how a fire might burn my house and my stuff and the money that I've earned. Thought it was a lie, wouldn't let me go home, so I quit my job to save everything I own. Bust him in the eye and called him a jerk When it got me to thinking - I love work. I love (I love work) Work (I love work) I love (Geez, I love work) Work Speeding home, I got pulled over again, by the same cop saying, 'Well if it isn't my old friend!' Looked him in the eye, told him the truth - so he came to my house to check the proof. And there's the roof, fully ablaze; I guess I'm just having one of those days. I lost my job, my house burned down, and I got two tickets from the same clown. All my memories are up in smoke, All my enemies are fucking stoked, 'Cause now I've got nothing left and I can't even collect a counter check, because for that, you need ID, and the Centrelink staff don't recognise me. Still have a hangover, my head hurts, but none of this would have happened if I didn't go to work. Now I wake up in the afternoon, Hardly ever even leave my room, unless I need to shit or piss or eat something, 'cause I don't wanna miss Jerry Springer, Ricki Lake; I don't wanna clean the mess that I make. I'm allowed and proud to be a slob - it's all part of the parcel of my new job. I can wake up with serious bed hair, I don't brush it, it just sits there. the main concern is I get enough sleep and I hand my form in every couple of weeks, cos the government pays for me to stay home and I much prefer to be on my own. I got tired of being a clerk but now - I love work. I love (I love work) Work (I love work) I love (Geez, I love work) Work

Monday Morning Ant Brigade

Bouncing Souls
Monday morning i woke up late. I feel like shit and i can't see straight One last drink was a bad idea i'm on the bowl with diarrhea Out the door in a fog barked at by the neighbors dog forgot my keys i went back inside I got a flat so i can't ride The phone rings AW JEEZ now what? i am an idiot so i pick it up (hello?) Now i'm held up on my line My cretin landlord he's wasting my time he wants his money or we go to trial HE'S GOT PENIS ENVY DENIAL Another weekend i didn't get laid it's a monday morning ant brigade Another weekend i didn't get paid it's a monday morning ant brigade Fuck it all no regrets i'm staying in and you can bet it sucks outside in the pouring rain I'll smoke some pot and fry my brain Thom cut the record down to the bone I'm the sureshot rocking the microphone Another weekend i didn't get laid it's a monday morning ant brigade I've got the monday mornings

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