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Rothmans
01:18
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He’s a man who likes women
If they don’t get old
And they do as they’re told
And they’re bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
If they’ve got a nice face
Feminine grace
And they know their place
And they’re bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Undressed in pink
With a made-up wink
Not paid to think
Their bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Young and broke
So they laugh at his joke
Breathe in his smoke
Bodies on the floor
Bodies on the floor
Dumb mannequins
With plastered skin
Who’ll let him in
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2. |
Body
01:57
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I am a body
I don’t have a body
I am a body
That feels wrong to me, he says,
I’ve been studying hard
Something in a book I read
Dictated by a lord
Fuck off
I am a head
I don’t have a head
I am a head
That feels wrong to me, he says,
I’ve been studying harder still
Something in a book I read
Dictated by the lord
Well, I am a brain
I don’t have a brain
I am a brain
That feels wrong
This book told me what god’s intention is
As narrated by tribesmen in past centuries
So ahistorical must be reliable
Step into the light
Keep your knees pliable
You don’t need that rational thought
It’s dangerous
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3. |
Project Manager
01:21
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Time, moves, away from you each moment
You’re more a plan than a person
Time, no time for today, on to the next thing
Don’t delay, seize the day
On to the next point
On to the next task ticked on the list
Fill in the next line
The next checkbox checked in
Race through a lifetime
Set time into motion
No, time to delay, on with the programme
More of a plan than a human
Mind, time ticking away, beats to a minute
Completion day, years away
On to the next point
On to the next task ticked on the list
Fill in the next line
The next check box checked in
Race through a lifetime
Til time kills motion
Time
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4. |
Strip
01:43
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Come under the light
I can look in your eye
Something mysterious
Lives deep inside
Shake out your hair
I want to see less
Slide out of your shoes
Take off your dress
Unpeel your skin
From each sweet curve
Divide your heart and
Unpick each nerve
Roll out your bones
And let them drop
Keep on stripping down
Please don’t stop
Unseal your cranium
Let me see you think
Your cerebellum
Tickled pink
Strip to the magic I
To your soul
Show me what you got to show
You are the goal
Strip
Must have closed my eyes
Where did you go
Where the centre ought to be
Only an "o"
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5. |
Who Killed Nancy Johnson
02:13
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Fresh out the field she's wrapped in rags
Her cries are choked with plastic bags
Amputations in nylon silk
Butcher her mother, steal the milk
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
Hang it up, rip it out, tear it down
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
The heads of lambs in the slaughterhouse
The baying of hounds when the hunt is out
Humane killers, feathers and tar
The smell of iron, the killing yard
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
Who killed Nancy Johnson?
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6. |
You Can't Do That
00:52
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If I ever wore a crown
I’d shut the private landlords down
Leave the oil in the ground
Ban the Sun and Daily Mail
Put the bankers into jail
Liberate the killer whale
I’d even make Jeff Bezos pay some tax
Build more council housing stock
Put polluters in the dock
Sue the hunters til they stop
Public transport would be free
Ignore the stupid GDP
For every car I’d plant a tree
If it seems a fantasy that shows we’ve been controlled
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No Nation Punk Oxford, UK
No Nation Punk puts on DIY gigs and releases DIY music. Various flavours of punk. Run by members of Who Killed Nancy Johnson?
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