Lyrics

4 EP -- Wide Open Space

WIDE OPEN SPACE

I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing
I'm all alone and staring into space
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely
There's someone here to shout to miles away
I could be back in my house, for I care
They do not hear me, it's the same old case

REBEL WITHOUT A QUILT

Got to find the rebel within
A pawn in the sea that's probably me
Tell me what you want me to be
I'll jump when you say if you know what's good
And if you scratch the surface away
The truthful ones are rebels without a quilt

You argue, supposed to correct you
You're a fool
Pull you up and set you straight
Get on the rebel's case before he calls you

I'm the king of not very much
Of nothing at all, in fact I'm appalled
Noone's got conviction no more
They hope that the pen will kill off the soul

You will find the truth that they are frightened they should say
The truthful ones are rebels without a quilt

I'll stop you, I'll face you, I'll kiss you
You're a fool
Pull you up and set you straight
Get on the rebel's case before he calls you

I know and you know
You never trust a man with a hat on
I know and you know
The truthful ones are rebels with no quilt

And if you scratch the surface away
The truthful ones are rebels without a quilt

VISION IMPAIRED

Stand up, you sit down
'Cos your ceiling's too low, there's no chairs on the ground
See you, you see me
And my views are obscured by your giant T.V.

These things mean so much
But there's something here that's not quite right

There's something rotten in here
And the house is weird
And all the people that come
Will all concede it's easy
It's easy

You see steps to this door
But they lead me upstairs, though there's only one floor
See things, they're not clear
'Cos you're vision impaired, but the truth isn't there

SKIN UP PIN UP

Sniffalys, sniff on this
My skin up pin up, oh yeah
Monday to Friday, nobody's seen ya'
Amphetamina

Oh, if I see you would you stop and say hello
Oh, if I kiss you would you run straight up my nose
Oh, skeletina say hello

We'll take you all on again

Sniffalys, put on this
My skin up pin up, oh yeah
Pick up a lady, tin foil in waiting
Stops me from aching

He's my only passion, oh yeah
He's my only passion, no yeah

THE GODS OF NOT VERY MUCH

Safety in numbers together
Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever
See him, victim, shouting
Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field
Safety in numbers together
Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever
See him, victim, shouting
Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field
And we are foolishly drawn

We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush
The gods of not very much
We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush
The gods of not very much

A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through
Stands at Speaker's Corner with a memo tape recorder
Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible
Opened at a page that says he made us all the same
How funny, ironic, the crowd they
They agree to differ as they're wearing the same T-shirt
Fit in, convention, nothing
You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not
Playing with us
'Cos we're the gods of not very much

MORONICA (ACOUSTIC VERSION)

2 foot long and your neck keeps growing
10 foot tall, 'round your head it's snowing
25 grand and you work 3 hours
15 girls through a hole in your trousers

Bigger, better, faster, more
You're much more cooler than you were before

For so long
For so long I've been telling you please
Moronica stay
For so long
For so long I've been asking you please
Moronica haze
For so long
For so long you've listened to me

You've got more halos than Simon Templar
Said more Betty's than Frankie Spencer
Your gun is bigger than Captain Scarlet's
Your face is covered in cheap mascara

How could you forget your faith
How could you forget your faith
I've been telling you so long
Please don't go
In my face
This will be the place

LEMONADE SECRET DRINKER (ACOUSTIC VERSION)

Bigger head, you got no bread in our house
Now look how you have got like this

Now they sleep in seperate bedrooms
Since they missed the jackpot on Family Fortunes
Yeah, oh-oh

How long, how long to go
Do you think that we are funny if we do it alone
How long, how long to go
Do you think that if we carry on we know they will moan
How long, how long to go

Stupid sod, you shout the odds in our town
You buy a box and call it home

You've never been that much of a thinker, oh
You've been a secret lemonade drinker, wanker, oh, oh-oh

Wake up and look at all these things I bring you
Living on the handouts you collect in a cake tin

All lyrics written by Paul Draper