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Application

(by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your application
It's on file
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your application
You were a highly skilled candidate
I'm sure you'll go far
And you have our best wishes
But you wouldn't fit in here
Let me wish you success all the same.

Verse 2

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your application
It's on file
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your application
And your very strong and powerfully expressed CV
Which impressed my colleagues and me
But you wouldn't get in to our office

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Thank you, thank you, thank you for your application
It's on file
Thank you, thank you, thank you for your applications
They're all on file
Under "R" for reasonable adjustment

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The Day The Earth Fought Back

(by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

I remember the day quite clearly
I'd just brought the milk
"That's mine" said a cow
Seeming broody
Suddenly a tough gang of seals barged right down the street
Carrying clubs, looking mean and moody
And foxes were out hunting the aristocracy
They'd joined forces with the hound pack
And all the whales were toting harpoons
They began to laugh
The day the earth fought back

Verse 2

And some pissed Alaskan seabirds
Hi-jacked an oil tanker
And crashed it into Exon's HQ
Meanwhile a rogue hedgehog was running over people
In his brand new BMW
All the rainforest animals WENT for a Big Mac
And as they burned it down they said
"Do you want fries with that?"
All the minks were busy setting people traps
The day the earth fought back

REPRIESE

The cocks arranged a human fight
How's that for free range?
And the bull winked at the matador and said
"It's your balls I'll be eating for a change".

Verse 3

Now on News at Ten a giant panda is smiling
"Home sapiens are an endangered species
But hopefully the two that we've got in London zoo
Should learn to breed in captivity"
And the human liberation front raised the bars at Weiss
Claiming mice were injecting men with smack
It's like a 'B' movie with a badly dubbed soundtrack
The day the earth fought back.

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Simply The Situation

(Words by Simon Brisenden and Mike Higgins,
Music by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

Children poke it,
Whilst adults they smoke it, and
Dogs just smell it
Executives they sell it and,
School kids they're taught it
Their parents they bought it and
the unemployed queue for it
while prostitutes screw for it
the TV portrays it
the radio plays it and

CHORUS

You've taught me all I need to know
Of despair, deceit and lies
you taught me what was normal
and you muffled all my cries

Verse 2

Architects build it
soldiers are drilled in it
addicts score it
white people ignore it and
the homeless are housed in it
youths are aroused by it
the government demands it
Well Sellafield'll handle it
the economy's growing in it
and profits are flowing with it

CHORUS 2

Your piteous intentions
and the careful walls you've built
are now crumbling down, you can't contain me anymore
with your fears of freaks and guilt.

REPRIESE (Instrumental)

Verse 3

The electorate swallows it
and politicians wallow in it
the DSS spies for it
and pensioners die in it
policemen raid for it
Journalist's get paid for it
women clean it
or appear in magazines full of it
some get killed for it
cos men's minds are filled with it.

CHORUS

The rubbish tips and dumping grounds
and the unaccompanied zones
where I grew up and learnt to hate and fight
till I was grown, grown.

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Poker Faces

(by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

I've had my share of never-ending trouble
I've had my dose of ever-lasting pain
I'm going to find a bubble
Where they don't call sane insane
Everybody is freelance critic
Of everybody except themselves
I'm going to find an island where the wood cuts with the grain.

CHORUS

Oh ever since Adam's fall
You know that we've learnt bugger all
About what the hell we're all planted here for.

Verse 2

I've seen an awful lot of poker faces
I trust that once they maybe had a dream
So many unfilled spaces
Where a person once has been.
Everybody is freelance critic
Of everybody except themselves
I'm going to find an island where the wood cuts with the grain.

CHORUS

Oh ever since Adam's fall
You know that we've learnt bugger all
About what the hell we're all planted here for.

HALF VERSE INSTRUMENTAL REPRIESE

I've seen an awful lot of poker faces
I trust that once they maybe had a dream
I'm going to find an island where the wood cuts with the grain.

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Palaces Of Gold

(by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

If the sons of company directors and judge's private daughters
Had to go to school in a slum school
Dumped by some joker in a dank back alley
Had to herd into classrooms cramped with worry
With a view onto slag heaps and stagnant pools
Had to crowd down corridors grey with age
And play in some crackpot concrete cage

CHORUS

Buttons would be pressed
Rules would be broken
Strings would be pulled
And the magic word spoken
Invisible fingers would mould
Palaces of gold

Verse 2

If prime ministers and advertising executives
World personages and bank managers wives
Had to live out their lives in dank rooms
Blinded by smoke and the foul air of sewers
With rot on the walls and rats in the cellars
In rows of dumb houses like mouldering tombs
Had to bring up their children and watch them grow
In a waste land of dead streets where fuck all will grow

CHORUS

Buttons would be pressed
Rules would be broken
Strings would be pulled
And the magic word spoken
Invisible fingers would mould
Palaces of gold

Verse 3

Now I'm not suggesting for a moment
That there's any kind of a plot
Cos all of us know there's not
But you unborn generations might like to be warned
If you don't want to be buried alive by slag heaps, pitfalls and damp walls
and rat traps and dead streets
You must arrange to be democratically born
The son of a company director
Or a judge's fine and private daughter

CHORUS

Buttons will be pressed
Rules would be broken
Strings would be pulled
And the magic word spoken
Invisible fingers would mould
Palaces of gold

CHORUS

Buttons will be pressed
Rules would be broken
Strings would be pulled
And the magic word spoken
Invisible fingers would mould
Palaces of gold

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Freedom

(by Mike Higgins)

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest, until it comes

Until the killing of black men, black mother's sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mother's sons

We who believe freedom cannot rest.
We who believe cannot rest until it comes

That which tortures me most is that I had a chance to work with people
passing on to others that which was passed onto me

We who believe in freedom cannot rest.
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

To me young people come first,
They have the courage where We fail
and if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
is when the reins are in the hands of the young who dare to run against the storm

We who believe in freedom cannot rest.
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

Not needing to clutch for power not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in a number as we stand against tyranny

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot I've come to realize.
That teaching others to stand and fight is the only way a struggle survives

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom can not rest until it comes

I'm someone. I speak in a voice and I must be heard
at times I can be quite difficult and I'll bow to no-ones word

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes
We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

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Don't You Wanna Play No More

(by Mike Higgins)

Verse 1

You've a certain sartorial elegance
And a smile that's almost all your own
You've got the knack of being so laid back
It's like talking to the great unknown
You've got this self-sufficient, swept back hair-do
You're pretty certain that you've got it made
All your life style shows in the clothes you chose
Sitting pretty in the masquerade

CHORUS

Don't you wanna play this game no more
Don't you wanna play no more
I wouldn't really mind but you seemed so bored
Don't you wanna play no more, no more, no more

Verse 2

You remain the only mean contender
Though you never meant to lose at all
Down at mouth, yet unsurrounded
Adamant before the fall
And when you go, you know that I'll be lonesome
But I'll keep it under close control
Go and get your kicks and we'll call it quits
I believe I'm feeling indisposed

CHORUS

Don't you wanna play this game no more
Don't you wanna play no more
I wouldn't really mind but you seemed so bored
Don't you wanna play no more, no more, no more

REPRIESE OF CHORUS (Instrumental)

CHORUS

Don't you wanna play this game no more
Don't you wanna play no more
I wouldn't really mind but you seemed so bored
Don't you wanna play no more, no more, no more

CHORUS

Don't you wanna play this game no more
Don't you wanna play no more
I wouldn't really mind but you seemed so bored
Don't you wanna play no more, no more, no more
Don't you wanna play no more, no more, no more
Don't you wanna play no more.

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Designer Kidz

(by Mike Higgins)

Introduction

Say goodbye to birds and bees,
Here comes a thing you can't conceive
Down in the lab on chrisimas morn,
Unto us a test tube child is born,
It is immaculately conceived
It must be seen to be believed
The kind of breakthrough you'd expect
From the wisemen down at bio-tech

Verse1

Goodbye fairy, cripple and yid.
Get a clone of your own designer kid,
Kids no doting mother ever had,
Created by selector dad.
We're the market leaders in the race,
to privatize the human face.
We've cracked the code of the chromosome,
with a logo guaranteed on every bone.

Verse2

Goodbye guess work, fanny or dick.
Bio-tech select the sex you pick.
Mix and match for colour and size,
for the ears of a prince or Einstein's eyes
and if you've got a gene for future needs,
select-a-dad will bank your seeds.
If you've got a gene that didn't ought to be,
There's a free irreversible vasectomy.

Verse 3

Goodbye curse of bloody motherhood,
those labour pains have gone for good.
There's no danger, there's no fuss,
With a new designer uterus.
Designer girls don't reproduce,
They're just for recreational use,
Selected for servility,
with a life time money back guarantee.

Verse 4

Goodbye pain and bothersome bugs.
Hello to a body with built in drugs.
Hybrid flesh that will never go bad,
created by select-a-dad.
Select-a-dad comes to you from
the fathers of the atom bomb.
The churnaville genocide
Asbestos and thalidomide.

Verse 5

Goodbye world gone horribly wrong.
The march of progress marches on.
delivering strength, delivering joy.
in a blonde a blue eyed bargain boy
and if that infant later on says
"foster daddie where did I come from?".
Say a room, a womb, a white walled lab,
The brain child of selector-dad.

Verse 6

Goodbye conscience, chicken and cow.
Get a burger with that bootie now.
Beef steak culture growing on a shelf,
The meat that will cook and eat itself.
There's a big Mac logo kids will love,
On the wings of a new designer dove.
A factory forest and so much more.
You've no idea what shit's in store.

Verse 7

Goodbye ancient mystery.
The call of the wildest history.
We'll weed out indigenous sperm,
with the aid of a smart designer germ.
Select the hot shots that we'll need,
for a cleaner, leaner meaner breed.
The gene elite in a richeous war,
To waste whatever was on earth before.

Verse 8

Goodbye evolutionary tree.
We have beavered away in secrecy.
Laboured and brought forth a son,
with the immortal polymer I Z 1,
With the perfect skin, With the perfect skill,
to do his father's perfect will,
and a world forever in his control,
A playground for selected souls.

Verse 9

Goodbye gullible homosapians.
Who believed your deceivers were your friends.
Trusted us to change your lot
and you lost the only lot you'd got.
Select-a-dad would like to thank
the cream of the cream in the donor bank
and on your mother's grave we swear

Outré

Though we've left you in the lurch
We'll shall not cease from our research
till we can resurrect the torse
of the furor whose idea it was
Di de dum de diddle liddle a
Diddle ie I dum do dum D.N.A
Di de dum de diddle liddle a
Diddlei I dum do dum D.N.A
Diddlei I dum do dum do dum day
Diddlei I dum diddlyiddly D.N.A.

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Tragic But Brave

(By Mike Higgins & Ian Stanton)

Verse 1

Just a way to ease the boredom
Propaganda all around
He swallows all the spiel he's given
Deliverance so easily found
He smiles for the cameras
Never wears a frown
Until the lights go down

CHORUS

Because he's tragic but brave
And he knows that Jesus saves
He could be whole
If he could just hold God's hand
You know he's tragic but brave
And oh so well behaved
And he knows it's all a part
of God's eternal plan
'Cos he's a sinful man.

Verse 2

Beads of sweat and muscles straining
Supercrip's the way she'll stay
So she can be a human being
Not disabled in any way
Someone will always help her
Up the steps at work each day
Hide it all away.

CHORUS

Because she's tragic but brave
And to her body, she's no slave
She's proud of every ounce of normality
Oh yes she's tragic but brave
What she could of been, it's a shame
Still she's the same as you or me
Well, as much as she can be.

REPRIESE

Then she looks at the crowd on the TV news
With their wheelchairs, their sticks and their guides
They are brandishing banners
They are pissing on pity
And they celebrate difference with pride
And something stirs inside.

Verse 3

He stumbles down the street with shopping
All the people smile his way
What it is to be independent
He will gladly hear them say.
He falls through the front door
And rubs the pain away
It's just a part of his day.

CHORUS

Because he's tragic but brave
And he will be to his grave
He'll soldier on and overcome his needs
Because he's tragic but brave
Never been one to complain
Other people have all the problems that they need
So what if his wounds bleed.

REPRIESE

And he looks at the crowd on the TV news
With their wheelchairs, their sticks and their guides
They are brandishing banners
They are pissing on pity
And they celebrate difference with pride
Something stirs inside.
Something moves inside
Something recognises.......
Something stirs inside.

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