Альбом The Ordinary Boys

Over the counter culture,
Well that's right where you belong,
You try to sever your ties with the London skies,
But you've got the whole thing wrong.

You try to be so different,
As does everybody else,
Create your own distinctions,
And flaunt them for yourself.

Over the counter culture,
With your cards and catalogues,
The mainstream wipes the river bed clean,
You're just wrong, you're just... wrong.

You think you followed your heart again,
Now it's in to be out,
Destroy the plans and just start again,
Don't pretend to not pretend at all.

Over the counter culture,
Well you live your life in waves,
Last year's dream was a terrible scheme,
This new fad will fade.

Let's see... what can we be now?
That hasn't been done before?
Shut your eyes,
Look inside.

You think you followed your heart again,
Now it's in to be out,
Destroy the plans and just start again,
Don't pretend to not pretend at all.

Don't pretend to not pretend at all.

Radio play just depresses me today
Why is it so throw away
The lists that you write
Just to classify this tripe
When clearly it all sounds the same
Oh oh oh
Well I've heard it all done before
A hundred years ago or more
Originality is so passe
Just the same old politics
Through pretentious effects units
By self-obsessive slobs
The list goes on

Media press has become an utter mess
The opinions of failed pop stars
They constantly try to divert the public eye
Led by large cash deposits and such

Well I've heard it all done before
A hundred years ago or more
Originality is so passe
Forgotten genres get rehatched
Create the craze, create the cash
Would you buy anything?
The list goes on

And I will try
Not to let this get to me
But it goes on
It goes on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on...

Oh I've heard it all done before
A hundred years ago or more
Originality is so passe
I'll never lose my faith in you
When nothing's good what can you do?
Just don't buy anything

Is there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You're ticking off all credit
Well you paid for it
Week in week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out

Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's still?
Fight the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Or is he lying too?

Week in week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out

Week in week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled

A healthy argument to start the day, what better way
Would you, the fan of life remove to tears?
Lend me your ears
But you spend all your time
Waiting in static shopping lines
And all your troubles and debates
Are solved in glossy magazines

Too much small talk leads to a small mind
So tell me what your views are
And I will tell you mine

Well how's the weather
(plain and boring)
It's back to work on
(Monday morning)
Oh let it go
Tell me things I'd like to know
Frighten me, enlighten me, oh no

Opinion can be void if not presented from both sides
So speak your mind my dear, your loves and fears
And nothing in between

Initiate, debate about
The way you hate the things I say
Rather than to spend another minute
Killing time

Too much small talk leads to a small mind
So tell me all your secrets
I'll never tell you mine

Well how's the weather
(plain and boring)
It's back to work on
(Monday morning)
Oh let it go
Tell me things I'd like to know

If you ever hear a noise in the night
Your body starts to sweat
It shakes and shivers in fright
You go and sleep with your mother
She hates your guts
She knows that you love her
So she holds you tight
All through the night
Until the broad daylight
And when she doesn't come home
You have to sleep alone
Then you wet your bed
And I think that's sad
For a girl of nineteen
It's more than sad
It's obscene!
One, two

And your girlfriend
Sweet little seventeen
She's got her layered hair
And her flared jeans
You know what that means?
She's just a little queen
She shares your London flat
She thinks that London's where it's at
Although it stinks
And when it rains you wear your hat
And your plum coloured PVC wet look maxi-mac
You tie your ginger hair back in a bun
You're the ugliest creature
Under the sun!

One, two
Go!

And you think it's about time that you died
And I agree, so you decide on suicide
You tried but you never quite carried it off
You only wanted to die in order to show off
And if you think you're gonna bleed all over me
You're even wronger than you'd normally be
And the only things you want to see are kitsch
The only thing you want to be is rich
Your little pink up-pointed nose begins to twitch
I know, you know
You're just a little bitch!

Brimming with useless information,
Spilling thoughts void of true opinion,
Yet you'll fight it to the death,
You'll fight it to the death.

Fighting someone else's favour,
You'll regurgitate the words you heard on,
Radio two... Oh didn't you?

Stop throwing insults and crockery around,
We can all be constructive,
So settle down, settle down.

Oh, have your dire of needs a certain suitor,
What is open-minded to calmly digest the very question and...
And understand.

To look at things from many angles,
Construct and critique, without anger,
Even compromise... you'll never compromise.

Stop throwing insults and crockery around,
We can all be constructive,
So settle down, settle down.

Stop throwing insults and crockery around,
We can all be constructive,
So settle down, settle down.

Stop throwing insults and crockery around.

Stop throwing insults and crockery around,
We can all be constructive,
So settle down, settle down.

Stop throwing insults and crockery around,
We can all be constructive,
So settle down, settle down,

The daily drudge deals a mean hand,
Menial commerce makes a mean man,
You're gonna, you're gonna have a fine time,
Just, just not on my time.

If they could peer behind the screens,
At all your sordid little schemes,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldn't mention.

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do.
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.

Your weekend revolution.

Your Mother's proud of her only son,
What if she'd seen the things he's done.
Friday and your five day prison,
Glazed eyes and double vision.

You loutish lads look not for love,
You grab your loins and hunt for blood,
You unleash the tension,
Do things I wouldn't mention.

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do.
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.

Your weekend revolution.

Your weekday demons take their toll on you,
But your weekend revolution just won't do.
Don't hang yourself with your Christmas tie,
In your coffin flat, you sit and die.

Your weekend revolution,

Oh, to get ahead in this world
Takes a lot of kind words
The ruthless damning actions
And I hope, I never have to hurt you
Though I gladly will do
My friend
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song

Oh, you see the more you're trying
The more I know you're lying
The more I start to hate the sight of you
Tell me what would you do?
Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two

I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the covers over me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song

And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song

One, two, three, four!

Why should, you leave your home,
Oh, when the TV's on,
Oh, when I was half joking,
But I know that you'll be fine,
Who needs love when you got two eyes and you got the time?

Waiting for some inspiration, but lack the human interaction.

Cursing, your computer,
Because it will not do,
A single thing that you’re sure it ought to,
With your so called friends you love,
As an a.k.a of a pseudonym that you wish you were.

Waiting for some inspiration, but lack the human interaction,
Oh, waiting for some inspiration, but lack the human interaction.

Oh, waiting for some inspiration, but lack the human interaction,

Well I'm here
But where are you?
You're inside
With better things to do
With better things to do
Like sitting in a room
And staring at computer screens
And fax machines

You're gone away, gone away for the weekend, step outside
Hurry up, hurry up, put your shoes on, steppin' out tonight
The seaside needs us more than ever, wo-oh-oh-oh

The man says, you've gone and spent
The money he ever so kindly lent

Enjoy your pretty things
The things you'll never use
You're overdrawn and underpaid
And overweight

You're gone away, gone away for the weekend, step outside
Hurry up, hurry up, put your shoes on, steppin' out tonight
The seaside needs us more than ever, wo-oh-oh-oh

The seaside needs us more than ever

You're gone away, gone away for the weekend, step outside
Hurry up, hurry up, put your shoes on, steppin' out tonight
The seaside needs us more than ever, wo-oh-oh-oh

You barged into this a lie
And now you're far too deep to...stop,
When your eyes were full of fire
And you didn't feel tense

When you lie to one another
It's that there's nothing left to say,
The words 'I Love You' fill awkward silences

And life just cannot...STOP!
If you've gone and messed it...up,
And I won't be here, no I won't comfort you
So get your act together

Your matrimonial fulfillment started life as harmless lies,
Thanks to bodily requirements
You are walking blind

And life just cannot...STOP!
If you've gone and messed it up
And I won't be here, no I won't comfort you
Oh get your act together

And life just cannot...
And life just cannot...
And life just cannot...

Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
All the days when we didn't know
Right from wrong?
Oh no!
Now we're so grown up
Just like we wanted to be
Building up debts
I won't be, I won't be

What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey?
What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey?

What can you do?
What can you do?
Money has a way
Of catching up with you
Yeah, yeah!

And so you work all day
And you sleep all night
Then you work all day
It's not right, it's not right

What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey?
What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey?
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

What do you want to be, a robot or a monkey?