Cnc-S Mithering

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Three days
Three months
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Three days
Three months
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A treatise
A treatise
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To explain these
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First was cash 'n' carry house dance
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In Lancashire they're A
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In King Nat Ltd. empire
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Kwik Save is there
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The scene started  here
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Then was America

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Then was America
We went there
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Big A&M Herb was there**
His offices had fresh air
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But his rota was mediocre
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US purge, rock 'n' pop filth
Their material's filched
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And the secret of their lives

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All the English groups
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Act like peasants with free milk
On a route
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  On a route to the loot
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To candy mountain
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Five wacky English proletariat idiots
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Californians always think of sex
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Or think of death
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Five hundred girl deaths
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A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
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They really get it off on
"Don't hurt me please"
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Rapist fill the TVs
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And the secret of their lives
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Is S.E.X..

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I have dreams, I can see
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Carloads of negro Nazis
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Like Faust with beards
Hydrochloric shaved weirds
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This was going to be called crap rap fourteen
But it's now Stop Mithering
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The things that drain you off and drive you off the hinge
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Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings collapse
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The Sunday morning loud lawn mower
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The upstairs Jewish girl damn hoovering, with valium cig
Withdrawal
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She wants communal, fluent flat household
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I want privacy
The bastard dentist doctors surgery
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Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
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Stop mithering***
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The estates stick up like stacks
The estates stick up like stacks
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The residents keep wild dogs
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And on that father's bedroom closet top
Electric blanket boxes
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Surplus jonnies, demob pictures
To their children they sing
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Stop mithering

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You think you've got it bad with thin ties
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Miserable songs synthesized, or circles with A in the middle
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Ake joke records, hang out with Gary Bushell
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Join round table. "I like your single yer great!"
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A circle of low IQ's
There are three rules of audience
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My journalist acquaintances, go soft, go places
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On record company expenses
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I lose humor, manners become barbed, righteous, don't know it
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The smart hedonists, same as last verse, allusions with
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H in electronics, on stage false histrionics
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Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a good film, him, him
Stop mithering
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I'm not joining conventional rock band
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The conventional is experimental, the conventional is now
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Experimental
And is no way noble, and I'm no chock stock thing
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So stop mithering

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Engineers save up for cars
I try to let down their tyres with matches to make them molten
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Ouch! Ouch!
They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
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They always strike for more pay
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They say "See yer mate..Yeh...see yer mate"
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 To their mothers they sing
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Stop mithering
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Even the drowned penile tissue test
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He hangs out for sex
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He enters magazine contest
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White tan horror in the mirror
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Spotty exterior hides a spotty interior
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He's not your enemy
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  He's not your enemy, his name is not Harry
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The secret of Cash and Carry

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