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I'm digging a hole dirt in my shoes
In a world of shadows I've ran out of booze
I'm digging a hole digging a grave
Scratching out the soil with the crap they never gave
And the world will never see me ever again
Unless my bones are dug up in a thousand years
All the antiquarians will kneel and pray
As my skull grins back from ear to ear
Dead dead dead still digging
What are you doing my pretty one
Can you fill the hole when the digging's done?
Can't blame her running I understand
No one digs digging with a dying man
Nobody will remember my epitaph
Unless my bones are dug up in another age
All the antiquarians will kneel and laugh
As my skull grins back in a silly way
Dead dead dead still digging
I've relinquished my dreams I've laid them aside
The glamour and the horror the wind and the strife
Are you better off in Yemen with a will to survive
Or living at The Dorchester desperate to die?
Dead dead dead still digging
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That's Why I'm A Ponce
03:08
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I don't ever want a proper job
I'm insecure but I cover it up
Read books and poetry
I'm lonely
Windmill arms, smacking my ass
Dancing round and having a laugh
Modesty is too easy
I'm lovely
That's why I'm a ponce
I'm broken but never bent
Attract the scorn of real men
Poverty is killing me
Slowly
That's why I'm a ponce
More blouses than your Auntie Sheila
More flowers than your friend Georgina
More potions than a witch teenager
More make-up than your old French teacher
More spinning than a ballerina
More laughing like a pissed Hyena
More kissing than a spy deceiver
That's why I'm a ponce
It's dandy to live like this
But not as easy as it seems
Takes application to take the piss
To follow cacoethe
That's why I'm a ponce
That's why I'm a PERFUMED PONCE
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My Bone Idle Idol
02:27
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Bedsit gothic
Made a career of being insincere
Erstwhile friends tortured by northern hipsters
Those rambunctious slaves to conventionality
Chiming out over delusional spires
He microwaves a cup of baked beans
Ostentatiously obscure
More meat on a butcher’s pencil
Wit, wisdom and vituperation
A boy violently made up
Listlessly dreaming away a tedious and feeble life
He's my bone idle idol
I imagine being nothing, something, anything
Always other than what I am
Money is wasted on the rich
They'd force Da Vinci to work at Wetherspoons
I asked for Lawrence - all I got was Florence
A shoddy bohemia
Kisses and powders and pills
So remember me when you're dancing to Morrissey
Music so good even the CDs jump
It's not about looking glamourous one night a week darling
He's my bone idle idol
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I was resolved to die in my own house
I was born to apologise and that's how I died
There were no sighs left in me, life such a catastrophe
I ruined it all climbing up the walls
And all I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids
Sick of watching the TV I got the crazy
Just a desperate lady
I ruined it all lying on the floor
All I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids
Per aspera ad astra, through hardships to the stars
There were no sighs left in me, life just an unpleasant memory
I ruined it all, those four walls
All I did was save the little ones
Killed myself and the kids
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Cool As Hell
04:18
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I don't fear anything
Eyeballs swivelling
Turned on perfect numb shimmer pissed with you
Smoking, sharing
Oozing, uncaring
Dazzled by the English boy I'm taking to
Daddy doesn't like me standing apart
He can't understand a ripped up heart
We're just pieces of meat till we fall down and start to go off
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell
Words drift in honey
Mellifluous and funny
Idiotically laughing in safety from the outside
Come here Richey
Come here and kiss me
Fall like feather sluts as if we've both just died
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill we're cool as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Lying at the top of the hill cool as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Fried on the Royal Mile cool as hell
We'll be laughing at the kitchen sink once we've had some of this
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