Lyrics

7 EP -- Closed For Business

CLOSED FOR BUSINESS

Roll on up and queue in line
All you need is here
Absurdity is what you see
Can't match the state you're in

All things are flawed to me
Stick with the things that you know
Buy what you want from me
Hope was the one thing I sold

Say what you can't say, I'll never know
Don't wanna know, what you really sold
Say what you can't say, I'll never know
Don't wanna know, what you really sold
It's been a bad day
Closed for business, I'm going home

Tasteless gas that comes in cans
Why should I be stoned
For selling things to heal your sins
And make your sorrows go

K.I.DOUBLE.S.I.N.G.

John and Jackie are up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Dave and Angie are up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
George and Mildred are up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Bill and Hilary up the tree
They're not I. N. H. A. L. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Tom and Jerry are up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

I love you
You love me
K. I. double S. S. I. N. G.
Look at us
You and me
K. I. double S. S. I. N. G.

Anne and Valerie up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
Albert and Marilyn up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

Sid and Nancy are up the tree
K. I. double S. I. N. G.
'Cos I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know

EVERYONE MUST WIN

We cold boot the brain stem
We start to get pissed
We're turning into creatures
That hardly ever exist

And every one of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Every one of us must win at last
And every one of us must win at last
Like in the future, like in the past
Every one of us must win at last

We're gross and fundamental
And we're stuck by fairy lights
We throw ourselves off the edge
Of an intricate appetite

We're a wonderland
We're a merry-go-round
And the morning after
We're garbage on the ground

THE WORLD'S STILL OPEN

Quiet morning nothing moves and
We can hear you breathe
Early morning the roads are clear and
All you hear, and all you hear is me

They don't ever go to sleep
They don't have the time to keep
Time to keep

The world's still open while we're all asleep
And they don't really care
And maybe all the shops have closed their doors
And gone into their little homes

Kicking bottles and moving things
To make us feel confused
Leaving clues for us to find
The things that they, the things that they have used

I'm sure I heard you talking
I'm sure you sent them to bug me
They will never be sent home

DARK MAVIS (ACOUSTIC)

Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while, don't be late
Hard to take, Vicar twists and gets away
His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what he will wear

In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month

Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared away from your face
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what he will wear

And if you should see me passing by
Do not disturb me as I fly
Though I am far away
This is where I'll be

STRIPPER VICAR (LIVE)

Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
If you haven't then you know you really oughta
I was worried so I went to see the vicar
But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper

Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him
So I thought I'd write and ask your opinion
Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal
Or wether I should egg him on to turn professional
If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser
But the only thing the stripper wears is plastic trousers

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
Mavis' opinion is all we

Should we lie while he's still alive
Should we lie while he's still alive
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

Dear Mavis thought I'd follow up my letter
Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar
Very tragically his time on earth is ended
Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders
Dear Mavis if you tell us what our thoughts are
And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
Mavis' opinion is all we

Should we lie now that he has died
Should we lie now that he has died
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

And we know him as our vicar
And by night a part-time stripper
And the vicar got suspended
In his stockings and suspenders
And he's making wine from water
While he dresses like his daughter
And we know that he's a rip off
'Cos we've seen him with his kit off

Should we lie now that he has died
Should we lie now that he has died
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it, oh fuck

EGG SHAPED FRED (ACOUSTIC)

I'm sick of all this scratching around
I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand
He's the queen of all the shops where he shops
And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen
Skinima nosebreak
Fatima toothpaste
Penelope cheapskate
Claudia farmgate

We're taking egg shaped Fred for tea
We'll make them sit strategically
We'll test their egg-ability
We'll make them meet

He only wants to get in your kecks
So he can carry out his own little test
He only wants to get in your pants
Because he knows that you have played in a band
Skinima nosebreak
Fatima toothpaste
Penelope cheapskate
Claudia farmgate

Mavis she knows
Mavis she knows
She's got all these things around her
All things to no men
She see you in hell
I'll go shopping instead
He will send his centipede to sort ya'
He stretched it out to make it two foot taller

All lyrics written by Paul Draper, except 'Everyone Must Win' lyrics written by Howard Devoto