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(Heaton/Rotheray)
I was handed down the looks of a man with a broken nose
That's the way our family was I suppose
But at least you gave me deeply profound
As we lay and chatted late upon the cricket ground

You didn't have to love me
Where others got rid
You didn't have to treat me like a very good friend
But I'm glad that you did

One thing I never said to you

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown

They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed

(Heaton/Rotheray)
The perfect love song it has now words it only has death threats
And you can tell a classic ballad by how threatening it gets
So if you walk into your house and she's cutting up your mother
She's only trying to tell you that she loves you like no other
No other, she loves you like no other.

The only emotions that I know are love and hate

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Revolutions come and go but we'll just have to wait
The time is nigh to sit and plot exactly who you hate

Sirens in the neighbourhood
The gun must be misunderstood
A warden in a pool of blood
The palace laugh and so they should

Across the world in every coup a thousand guns without a clue
If only all the people knew, they've got their sight set up on you

(Heaton/Rotheray)
This is the dinner prepared
This is the dress that I made
This is the child I brought up
And this is the woman you laid
This is the woman you laid

This is the perfume I wore
This is the hotel we stayed
This is the way that I lay
And this is the woman you laid
This is the woman you laid

We promise ourselves this is no one-night stand

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Through ugly pints and Sunday breath
Sit men whose stare is cold as death
Through wide lapels and glued up eyes
Through made up kids and made up wives
Sitting in the heart of them
Is a man who's not like other men
Don't you know just who I am
A nod, a wink, I am the domino man.

And if you pull a double one
I'll pack my bags and I'll be gone

(Heaton/Rotheray)
There's a boy with a brace across his teeth
White socks, tattooed underneath
Bus tickets crunched up in his palm
Stood there he's spinning a yarn

There's a girl with a plastic pair of shoes
Two eyes permanently bruised
Can't find the time to be alarmed
Just stood spinning a yarn

Just take your time
It'll work out fine
It'll do no harm
To spin your yarn

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Queuing with the old folk
There's and old man with a wicked smile
Not through smug politeness
He's doing it in style

No savings book or flannel slacks
No "Pardon" when I heard them ask
Just a vodaphone and a filofax

When I'm 64
I'll dream on

They all bore the milkman
Stop him for hours at their front gate
He just sits and thinks

(Heaton/Rotheray)
There's no more little secrets we haven't yet disclosed
We bore the living daylights of anyone too close
And all our cards at Christmas are written to us both
Count them up who's got the most?

Said we'd be close
Said we'd work perfectly
Said that we'd toast
Beautiful company

Closer than a sister to her baby brother

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Here I walk, here I walk
Looking for an angel's wings in the den of the hawk

Here I am, here I am
With a choice between an also ran and a sunbed tan

And you thought you'd found your own little look
How I misjudged, how I mistook
And you thought you'd found the style of your hair
I guess tonight I'll take, I'll take these troubles to
the rocking chair

(Heaton/Rotheray)
Here it is again it's so so mad
Turning young and happy into old and sad
Here it is again just passed by chance
All the way to the lawyer from a sloppy dance
It was another holiday argument
But she threw him into the sea
A glass bottomed boat pulled him up
His face was rotting in weed
It was rotting in weed, I've seen those people bleed

CLOSE YOUR LEGS
OPEN YOUR MIND
LEAVE THOSE COMPLIMENTS WELL BEHIND
DIG A LITTLE DEEPER INTO YOURSELF AND YOU MAY FIND

COME OVER HERE JUST SIT RIGHT DOWN
NEEDN'T COMB YOUR HAIR
NEEDN'T POUT OR FROWN
I HEAR YOU'VE TURNED OUR YOUNG MEN INTO DRIBBLING CLOWNS

36D SO WHAT (D) SO WHAT
IS THAT ALL THAT YOU'VE GOT?
36D SO WHAT (D) SO WHAT
IS THAT ALL THAT YOU'VE GOT?