Attack Of The Grey Lantern

1. The Chad Who Loved Me
2. Mansun's Only Love Song
3. Taxloss
4. You, Who Do You Hate?
5. Wide Open Space
6. Stripper Vicar
7. Disgusting
8. She Makes My Nose Bleeds
9. Naked Twister
10. Egg Shaped Fred
11. Dark Mavis
12. An Open Letter To The Lyrical Trainspotter

The Chad Who Loved Me (top)

It will all come crashing down
My desperate icon
You've got a gob on
My desperate icon
It will all come crashing in
My desperate icon
You've got a gob on
My desperate icon

Am I a god
Am I Jesus
Am I a man
Or am I a boy
Do I feel love
Or just possession
Do I feel holy
Or nothing at all

You can't deny
That your shit just tastes as sweet as mine
Sweet Jesus

Mansun's Only Love Songs (top)

If I start this small debate
The centre of the universe is up for sale
If my melody should fall
The tune is unimportant as I said before
Or should I say it was the words, I should

Standing in grey lantern light
Mavis looking sexy through her dress it shines
Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines, she says

I can't see you, I love you, I miss you
I can't see you, I love you, I do

If I feel God watching me
I control the actions of his destiny
All my sentiments ring true
You feel him in the mirror laughing back at you
If I could tell you how it seems, I would

If I start this small debate
The centre of the universe is gone for sale
So my melody should fall
The tune is unimportant as I said before
If I could tell you how it seems, I would

Taxloss (top)

He'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool
Taxloss lover if the truth be told
Taxloss lover still lives in the War
Taxloss lover touching 74
Ah, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss
We think you are stupid
We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah
We'll sell you down the river
Just remember that we said we'd deliver you

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny
And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
You're a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

He'll be your taxloss lover and his name is Bert
Taxloss lover and he's always a flirt
Your taxloss lover into kinky sex
Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny
You'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
We're a taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny
And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory
A taxloss, come back to me
We want your money, taxloss

Taxloss, mod rock
Junk pop, chart hop
Mop top, swap shop
Who'd you nick your cliche off

You, Who Do You Hate? (top)

You're a child
You are weak
You are precious
You won't speak

And if I ever lived/loved again
I wish I could be you
If I ever loved/lived again
I wish I could be you
You, I wanna be you
I wanna be you

How can I
Expect you to believe
When I don't even
Believe in me

And if I ever lived again
I wish I could be you
If I ever loved again
I wish I could be you, yeah
You, I wanna be you
I wanna be you

Wide Open Space (top)

I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing
I'm all alone and staring into space
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely
There's someone here to shout to miles away
I could be back in my house, for I care
They do not hear me, it's the same old case

Stripper Vicar (top)

Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter
In the hope that you may soon be getting better
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor
If you haven't then you know you really oughta
I was worried so I went to see the vicar
But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper

Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him
So I thought I'd write and ask your opinion
Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal
Or wether I should egg him on to turn professional
If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser
But the only thing the stripper wears is plastic trousers

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
Mavis' opinion is all we

Should we lie while he's still alive
Should we lie while he's still alive
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

Dear Mavis thought I'd follow up my letter
Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar
Very tragically his time on earth is ended
Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders
Dear Mavis if you tell us what our thoughts are
And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek
Mavis' opinion is all we

Should we lie now that he has died
Should we lie now that he has died
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

And we know him as our vicar
And by night a part-time stripper
And the vicar got suspended
In his stockings and suspenders
And he's making wine from water
While he dresses like his daughter
And we know that he's a rip off
'Cos we've seen him with his kit off

Should we lie now that he has died
Should we lie now that he has died
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it

Disgusting (top)

You're the stranger in here, with your stanger face
You know that everyone can see it's false
Something's rotten with you, you show no regret
Like we all know that you're supposed to do

I hope you've changed the way you think
I hope you've changed the clothes you wear
I hope that you regret these things you say
I hope in time that things will change
I think you know that anyway

You've been disgraceful
It's so regretful
You're disgusting
You know you've been disgraceful
It's so regretful
You've been disgusting

You're the outcast here, you're the native of a place
You've moved and been excluded too
You create a tension, when we were the same
There was a pressure that would force you to

You're so full of venom that you'll spit into you're own sweet face, oh

Disgusting
Disgusting
You were disgusting
You know you've been disgusting
You're so regretful

She Makes My Nose Bleed (top)

She makes me bleed, oh yeah, she makes me cry
She makes me sneeze, oh yeah, she makes me sigh
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah
My only number must be, must be

Bring her on down by the soles of her feet
Slapping her 'round and making her bleed
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up
If he would bring her on down from heaven

She makes me bleed, oh yeah, don't know her name
She makes me freeze, oh yeah, she's in my face
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah
Bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven
My only number must be, must be

So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven
My only number must be, must be

Bring her on down by the soles of her feet
Slapping her 'round and making her bleed
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up
Don't know her name, don't know what she's done

Naked Twister (top)

To be twisted
To be naked
To be broken
To be free

Tell me stick or twist
Tell me which will it be
I tell you stick or twist
Tell me which do you see
Oh can't you see, oh oh yeah

Where do we go
Who do we trust
Who do we see, yeah now
Who wants to know
Who do we tell
What will we see, yeah
Oh where do we go now, yeah
Who do we see, oh yeah

It will sparkle
It is beauty
It is broken
It is free

Egg Shaped Fred (top)

I'm sick of all this scratching around
I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand
He's the queen of all the shops where he shops
And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen
Skinima nosebreak
Fatima toothpaste
Penelope cheapskate
Claudia farmgate

We're taking egg shaped Fred for tea We'll make them sit strategically
We'll test their egg-ability
We'll make them meet

He only wants to get in your kecks
So he can carry out his own little test
He only wants to get in your pants
Because he knows that you have played in a band
Skinima nosebreak
Fatima toothpaste
Penelope cheapskate
Claudia farmgate

Mavis she knows
Mavis she knows
She's got all these things around her
All things to no men
She see you in hell
I'll go shopping instead
He will send his centipede to sort ya'
He stretched it out to make it two foot taller

Dark Mavis (top)

Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while
Don't be late
Hard to take, Vicar twists and gets away
His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what will he wear

In the path of righteous man
There is rubble where I stand
I'll be the one, you can kiss his vase
Until the end of the month

Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared away
From your face
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case
His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon
He's got high heels on
And his flock don't care now
Mavis what will he wear

And if you should see me passing by
Do not disturb me as I fly
Though I am far away
This is where I'll be

An Open Letter To The Lyrical Trainspotter (top)

I'm writing these words like the fool that I am
Trying to say something good like the person
But it's all just a sham 'cos the writer I am not
Could say anything, you'd believe them
Just your A-typical Boy-girl-girl-boy androgynous
Play on a publican's decoy
'Cos I had to drop out 'cos the Art School was sad and
If you believe all of that you're a bigger fool than me

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice
They aren't supposed to mean that much

Lyrics mean nothing, don't right any wrongs
In fact I'm not having them on this
You say they mean nothing just gobbledy-gook
But just look at yourself you're not clever enough
Understanding the truth, you are so out of touch
You believe all of this, you can't see it's a spoof
Understand all the words when they don't even rhyme
And I'm losing the rhythm and the whole thing's getting wierder and wierder

They all believe me
It's all so easy now

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