Альбом Happy Mondays

I'm a simple city boy
With simple country tastes
Smoking woild-grown mari-jo-wana keeps that smile on my face
Depending on my mood, mood....
Listening to my system, just the other night
Watching my TV with the sound turned down
Checking out the late, late, late night Fight night

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We've been courteous
I like that, turn it up
I like that, turn it up
It was mad cyril
It was mad cyril
I like that, turn it up

Although our music and our drugs stayed the same,
Although our music and our interests are the same,
We've been together, fuckers from the well,
We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,

Hell.
Wants me,
Hell,
wants you back.

Although our music and our drugs stayed the same,
Although our interests and our music stayed the same,
We've went together, druggers from the well,
We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,


Hell.
Needs me,
Hell,
wants me oh

Are you ready?
Lets go.

Are you ready?
What about the detector vans, they be right with you?
Lets go.

Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break.
Give me give me give me, give me give me give me, a break.

Hell,
Fuck about everything allowed,

Hell,
Fuck about everything.

Although our music and our drugs stayed the same,
Although our interests and our music stayed the same,
We went together, druggers from the well,
We've smoked together and we slipped down in hell,

Put the frighteners on the flash little twerp

Let's have a look, let's have a look, excuse me, but Come in!-take a look, take a look.

Its a right pisshole, long hair, beatniks, druggers, freeloaders, tsk, freeloaders.

I need a bohemian atmosphere

I like that, turn it up

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One day he was admiring his reflection
in his favorite mirror
When he realised all too clearly
what a freakin' old beasty man he was
Who is? you is, you is now son

I took to hiding, I took to hiding
I took to hiding, hiding strange things
I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front
I starting running, I starting running on the spot

Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat your
Picture, picture, now i'm gonna eat ya

We're all food, your cake
We're all the food, your weirdos' cream

Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast
I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front
You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things

One day she was touching her reflection
in her favorite mirror
when she relised all to clearly
what a freakin' old weirdo she was
Who was? She was, she is...

fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast
She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things
I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front

?You're rendering that scaffolding dangerous?

Grass eyed,
Slashed eyed,
Brain dead fucker.
Rips off town,
Steals from his brother,
Loathed by everyone
But loved by his mother.

It not the hip or the ship
That gets you caught,
No one likes to feel that they?ve been bought
Why then?
Should you do it again and again and again.

He?s a wise guy, when guy
Don?t like my eye spy
Always a snipe try
Never a green guy
Loathed by everyone
But loved by his mother

Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You bleed in my eye
You bleed in my eye
White track

Grass sliding, slasher
Brain dead fucker
Rips of himself and steals from his brother
Loathed by everyone
But loved by his mother

(kiss kiss)

Why then should you do it again and again and again.
Why then do you do it again and again and again.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I wrote for luck.
They sent me you.
I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained.
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over.
I don't read.
I just guess.
There's more than one sign.
But it's getting less.
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're liar.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.

And I wrote for luck.
And they sent me you.
And I sent for juice.
You give me poision.
I hold the line.
You form the queue.
Try anything hard.
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet.
But you're getting dryer.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
You use to speak the truth.
But now you're clever.
And when it's hot.
You start to melt.
'Cos you're not made of jean.
You're made of chocolate.
And when it's cold.
You tend to crack.
You keep on piling out.
Not puttin' back ...

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