From journalist to video to Channel 4 TV
My life is fulfilled so adequately
I love my dealer and I travel the world

From freelance to new dance
And I expect on the world I am
From Cantonese food to fashionable friends
The list of invites never seems to end

So bomb London and its MPs
John Major
Virginia Bottomley
So bomb London and its legislature

Acid wit beauty and charm
It doesn't take much to twist my arm
Free trip free drink it all goes down so so well

Maybe a Sunday supplement will turn up soon
A documentary on censorship sounds real cool
It's easy to see that I went to public school

So bomb London and its MPs
John Major
Virginia Bottomley
Bomb London and its legislature

So bomb London and its MPs
John Major
Virginia Bottomley
So bomb London and its legislature

So bomb London and its magazines
Time-out, Face and ID
Bomb London its music and its culture

You ain't ever been a racist
But Tyson was guilty man
He was guilty


Donkeys

Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly
Donkey's don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spine

Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or even trying to be natural

Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem sawn off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies


Wrote For Luck

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
You can try but you can't chain me
I can sit and stand and beg and roll over
I don't read
I just guess
There's more than one sign
And it's getting less
When you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try anything hard
There's nothing else you can do
And when you're wet
You're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
'Cos you're not made of cheese
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to crack
You keep on piling out
Now put 'em back

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh