@ALBUM: The Big Express @SONG: Wake Up! You put your cleanest dirty shirt on Then you stagger down to meet the dawn You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss You know it keeps you born You get to know a morning face You get to join the human race You get to know the world Has passed you by Who cares? You might be dead Who cares? You stayed in bed Who cares? You wrote the note Who cares? You might have spoke Wake up! You take a snack to fill the gap And then you're ready for another shift Your attention was diverted By the girl who smiled and made the lift The radio is blaring out It's in one ear and then it's out You didn't notice that the record's over Who cares? You might be dead Who cares? You stayed in bed Who cares? You wrote the note Who cares? You might have spoke Wake up! In the road a crowd had gathered And a man was close to dead The blood is running down the gutter While you're yawning, nothing's said His body's wriggling like an eel They got no sense, no touch, no feel Somebody better go and get a blanket Who cares? You might be dead Who cares? You stayed in bed Who cares? You wrote the note Who cares? You might have spoke Who cares? @SONG: All You Pretty Girls Do something for me, boys If I should die at sea, boys Write a little note, boys Set it off afloat, saying Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Village and city girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Quiet or witty girls by the quayside Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls Watching and waiting by the sea I think about your pale arms waving When I see the caps upon the green And the rocking roller-coaster ocean Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep And in my dreams We are rocking in a similar motion I think about the salt sea rolling Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks Just like the day the harbour pulled away I think about your warm white sheets unfolding The more I have to drink The more that I can think to say @SONG: Shake You Donkey Up Here he come again Dress in all that skin Like he was still human being Look at he long ears And he big brown eyes And with them truth he is seeing Isn't it a shame you kicked that girl Isn't it a shame she kicked you back, jackass She really shake you donkey up She really make you donkey up She really shake you donkey up, quite a packet How she carry you Over thick and thin ice You still dug you spurs in Now you forced to walk Laden down with shame It's not just you back that's hurting Now children saddle him for riding Pick a fight with love and she will Tan your hide in She really shake you donkey up She really shake you donkey up Shake you donkey! @SONG: Seagulls Screaming Kiss Her, Kiss Her It's raining on the beach She inches close but out of reach The waves look painted on Seagulls screaming The sea is warship grey It whispers ``Fool!'' then slides away Black coastline slumbers on Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her And all the flags that flap on the pier Spell why on earth do you want The fog hides much but one thing is clear She's nearer Dead deck chairs under shrouds And life belts gape like minstrel mouths Her hair still smells of salt Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her He who hesitates is lost If you want her, you should tell her Take her by the hand If you hesitate If you wait, November wins her November will win her She returns to sand So get ahold of the girl I say I like your coat Her thank-you tugs my heart afloat I nearly didn't hear for Seagulls screaming kiss her, kiss her He who hesitates is lost @SONG: This World Over Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Will you smile like any mother As you bathe your brand new twins? Will you sing about the missiles As you dry odd numbered limbs? Ah well, that's this world over Ah well, next one begins Ah well, that's this world over You sadly grin Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land About their leader with the famous face? Will you tell them that the reason nothing ever grows In the garden anymore Because he wanted to win the craziest race That's this world over Will you smile like any father With your children on a Sunday hike? When you get to a sea of rubble And they ask ``What was London like?'' You tell them, ``Ah well, that's the world over'' Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land And how a child to the virgin came? Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered Everything upon the surface of the world So we can stand right up and say we did it in his name? That's this world over Or so it seems That's this world over The end of dreams That's this world over, over, over and out. @SONG: The Everyday Story of Smalltown Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Shiney grey black snake of bikes He slithers Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down Smalltown? If it's all the same to you Mrs Progress Think I'll drink my Oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990 I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds In bicycle sheds Inside of their heads As singles and weds As Tories and Reds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers The lodgers and the lovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Now who on earth would spoil it Will you pull down Smalltown Smalltown Smalltown @SONG: I Bought Myself a Liarbird I bought myself a liarbird He came with free drinks just to blur The lies falling out like rain On an average English summer's afternoon I bought myself a new notebook Sharpened my guitar and went to look If this biz was just as bongo as the liarbird made out All he would say Is ``I can make you famous'' All he would say All he would say ``Just like a household name'' is All he would say Methinks world is for you Made of what you believe If it's false or if it's true You can read it in your bible Or on the back of this record sleeve I bought myself a liarbird Things got more and more absurd It changed to a cuckoo And expanded filling up with all I gave I bought myself a big mistake He grew too greedy, bough will break And then we will find that liarbirds Are really flightless on their own All he would say Is ``I can make you famous'' All he would say All he would say ``Just like a household name'' is All he would say Methinks world is for you There's no handing it back If it's false or it's true You can read it in your prayer book Or on the side of a cornflake pack I gave away a liarbird A couple less drinks and now I've heard The truth shining out like sun On an average English winter's afternoon @SONG: Reign of Blows Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows cascading down upon your shoulders Far too many men dressed up as soldiers The lamb is brought to the ground Under the weight of the Crown A crown of thorns and dark deeds The swastika and the hammer and symbol Are sickles that reap only weeds Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows precedes a storm of revolution People have no place in their solution So torture raises its head Decked out in blue, white, and red And iron maidens will slam And by the half light of burning republics Joe Stalin looks just like Uncle Sam Reign of blows Reign of blows Reign of blows has washed away the corpse of Abel Cain is now the king in every Babel I just don't care who you are When death draws up in his car And talks in terrorist tones Remember violence is only a vote for the Black Queen to take back the throne Reign of blows @SONG: You're the Wish You Are I Had What was I supposed to do? I turned around with the world and she simply was there My blood ran like ice right through She had your face and your lips And your eyes and your hair You're the wish you are I had You're the wish you are I had You're the wish that I had I wonder if she knows that when I made her up I made her eat an apple And I made her drink a cup or two Wish wish wish wish wish Wish wish wish wish wish for you Who'd believe me if I said I brought an angel to earth by the power of mind Think I'm going off my head She caught the same bus as me and she sat down behind You're the wish you are I had You're the wish you are I had You're the wish that I had Little did I know that on a rainy day All the little wishes I had put away Would bring you Wish wish wish wish wish Wish wish wish wish wish for you Well if wishing is bad bad bad Then send me to hell hell hell But If you take my wish away Then this cold world would burn as well You're the wish you are I had @SONG: I Remember the Sun Hot as golden sand in fields We whiled away the hours I'm thinking of the days we had Enormous super powers Yes I'm sleeping, my mind's on the blink I thought a page, like it's written in ink When I remember distant days I remember many things, but Most of all, I remember the sun Squinting at the sun through eyes Screwed up by a fireball Tarmac on the road is soft Chaff burns in a smokewall Yes, I weeping, a teardrop attack I give emotion at the drop of a hat When I remember days at school I remember many things, but Most of all, I remember the sun Sun that worked on overtime Fuelled our bodies, kindled fire in our minds Burning scars soon disappear Like heat that hangs like water on the road But most of all, I remember the sun. @SONG: Train Running Low on Soul Coal Me train running low on soul coal They push+pull tactics are driving me loco They shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Me train running low on dream steam They pull me whistle too hard me bound to scream And they shouldn't do that no no no They shouldn't do that Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going mad in this hinterland Between young and old I'm a thirty year old puppy doing what I'm told And I'm told there's no more coal For the older engines Me train running low on soul coal Think I'm going south for the winter Think I'm going west and my sprinter's speed Is reduced to a crawl My rails went straight, but straight into the wall It's the wall on which they dash the older engines And all my servants are leaving Imagination gone packing Can't find the wound from where I'm bleeding He's just a nut and he's cracking Hammer goes down Brakes all scream Me and a couple of empty carriages Slide down hill still Next stop bad dreamsville Think I'm going south for the winter Me train running low on soul coal.