LYRICS FOR PUNK POLICE
All Lyrics by Smith except All Over Again lyrics by Wakefield
Vodka burning in my brain, my eyes are full of lust, My balls are aching oh so much, I think theyíre gonna burst. Canít wait to get you home, right here will have to do, Donít care what happens now, As long as Iím with you. Chorus: Oh no! Itís never enough. Drink and drugs never enough, You know the way it is, Like when youíre coming down, Just one more, wrap of whizz Just one more toke, one more beer, I need to fry my brain, my liver, lungs and my head will never be the same. Chorus: Oh no! Itís never enough. Ankle deep to the makers name, Sweat pouring down like itís fucking rain, My hands are full, my eyes are too, I need more limbs, got things to do. Chorus: Oh no! Itís never enough. YOUíRE SO MEAN You said weíre going out, so why am I alone? Sitting here drinking, waiting by the phone? You said youíre gonna call, but then you never do, No wonder Iím sick and tired of you! Chorus: Youíre so mean! Seen you carrying on around town, Giving me that run around, Itís the same old story, again, again, again! ĎDonít worry honey, were just friends!Ē Chorus: Youíre so mean! Iíve tried real hard, but everything is wrong, Youíre gonna miss me, when Iím gone, It ainít my fault; itís down to you, Iím gonna find somebody new.
Everywhere that you go, Everybody that you know , Everything that you eat, Everybody that you meet Everything you wanna do, Everything you wanted to, Everybody that you see, Everything you wanna be Chorus: Itís fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! Itís fucking rubbish. Every fucking boring day, Every record that you play, Everywhere youíre going to, Everyone that knows you Everything that makes you glad, Everything youíve ever had, Everything that you are, Your sad existence so far. Chorus: Itís fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! Itís fucking rubbish. Everythingís shit! Yeah, what you gonna do about it, Yeah nothing Ah come on then, you fucking tossers! Itís fucking bullshit, and I hate it, The Wernít are fucking rubbish, and you know it! I hate every thing about you; you sad bag of crap, I wish youíd just fuck right off Away from this fucking earth, You pathetic, Gormless piece of spasticated shit. I wanna fucking . . . Everythingís shit EVEN ME!
NO NEED FOR THAT!
People say Iím dirty, my mind is unclean, But Iíve got the right to be heard and seen, You say you donít like me, you wish Iíd go away, Well tough fucking shit cos Iím here Chorus: To fucking stay! You donít ever listen, youíll never understand, Just by discrimination dismissed out of hand, Fly away Peter come back another day, Well Iím here right now with something. Chorus: To fucking say!
Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we wonít stop until weíre ill, Flying like an airplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but itís too late 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but itís too late, hand cuffs, magistrate Letís go upstairs and mess around Getting up and going down In the flesh itís for real, This is how I like to feel, Ainít about to hurt no one, itís our way of having fun Turn the volume up to ten, never gonna sleep again, Chorus: Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we wonít stop until weíre ill, Flying like an airplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: Police cell, flashing lights, In the dock, what a night Doors bang, lights out, Throw the book no doubt, Coming down, feeling bad, All alone, so fucking sad.
I DONíT THINK SO
Listen here boy, I got something to say, Time to grow up and pay your way, No getting drunk, donít fool around, And get your feet back on the ground. Chorus: Settle down with a push button wife. A couple of kids and a cosy little life, Settle down with a push button wife, I donít think so! Knuckle down boy, youíll be all right, Work all day, you can sleep all night! Get a nine to five, Itís the way to go, Youíll get a microwave, TV and a Stereo Chorus: Donít need your friends no more, Donít get the phone, donít get the door Are you happy in your insular cell? You think youíre in heaven, But it sounds like hell. Chorus:
SCARY IN THE DARK
So youíve been out dancing, and now youíre on your way home. Itís getting dark now, and youíre all on your own! Well thereís someone in the shadows, You hear footsteps behind you, Theyíre getting louder and louder, Theyíre getting nearer and nearer. Chorus: Scary in the dark when youíre all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see? You see nothing, cos thereís nothing to see, But you canít put your mind at rest, And you donít know what to do for the best? Youíve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when youíre all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see, You see nothing, cos thereís nothing to see, But you canít put your mind at rest, And you donít know what to do for the best? Youíve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when youíre all alone.
ALL OVER AGAIN
Bazzaís only forty and heís really off his head, Cuts his arms, Burns his skin, But nothing seems to bleed! Chorus: All over, All over . Mateys gotta little twitchy with a terminal brain disease, Swamp walk down the high street, giggling if you please, The motors try to dodge him, and then heís sick on the bus Chorus: All over, All over . . . He washed his arse in a puddle, called life x 2. Potty, potty, potty, baby in a guarded room. High dosage pills, needles and wires, and nothing seems to change. Chorus: All over again.
GET IT ON
Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, And her sweaty armpit, you can fuck, The old man up his fucking sphincter, You can fuck Ants old dear with a vibrator. Chorus: Címon, Címon, Címon lets get it on! Baby I could be your lady, You could be my lover, Get you under cover, In the back of your car, You can lick my doo dah, No waiting for the night time, Any time is the right time. Chorus: Címon, Címon, Címon lets get it on! Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, You can stick it anywhere you fucking like, Cos Iím fucking gonna, If I get half a fucking chance. Chorus: Címon, Címon, Címon lets get it on!
The beer is flowing and weíre having a real good time, The musicís pumping and were feeling fine. But whoís that walking through the door? Itís P.C.-P.C. 1984 Chorus: Punk Police, Punk Police, Itís, Oh No. The Punk Police, Punk Police, Punk Police, Mind your Pís and Qís and what you eat You drink my beer and then you slag me down, But we donít share, no common ground, Your Bullshit theories, Iíve heard before, I donít subscribe, to your Punk Rock Law! Chorus: I canít sell out, cos I was never in, Of your right on, political thing, Just more restrictions and yet more rules, P.C. Hitlerís and brainless fools! Chorus: Iím a cliché youíre a wanker! Iím a loser no fucking pop star! Youíre a scrounger you must admit! Youíre a liar and youíre full of shit!