1. NOT NOW JOHN



Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily japanese
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees
So fuck all that
We've got to get on with these
Can't stop lose job mind gone silicon
What bomb get away pay day make hay
Break down need fix big six
Clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrring bingo!

Make em laugh make em cry make em dance in the aisles
Make em pay make em stay make em feel ok

Not now john
We've got to get on with the film show
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's all about
As long as the kids go
Not now john
Got to get on with the show

Hang on john
We've got to get on with this
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like this ...
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed
But not now john
I've got to get on with this

Hold on john
I think there's something good on
I used to read books but ...
It could be the news
Or some other amusement
Or it could be reusable shows

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily japanese
No need to worry about the vietnamese
Got to bring the russian bear to his knees
Well, maybe not the russian bear
Maybe the swedes
We showed argentina
Now let's go and show these
Make us feel tough
And won't maggie be pleased
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!

S'cusi dove il bar
Se para collo pou eine toe bar
S'il vous plait ou est le bar
Oi' where's the fucking bar john!







2. THE HERO'S RETURN




Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine and mope about

And even now part of me flies
Over Dresden at angels one five
Though they'll never fathom it behind my sarcasm
Desperate memories lie

Sweetheart, sweetheart, are you fast asleep? Good
That's the only time that I can really speak to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful to withstand the light of day

When we came back from the war
The banners and flags hung on everyone's door
We danced and we sang in the street
And the church bells rang

But the burning in my heart
The memory smoulders on
Of the gunners dying words
On the intercom