Lyrics

Someday You'll Be a Star!


Everyday

Everyday I die a little
Die a little inside
When I see the whole wide world
Continuing its slide

Everyday I cry a little
Cry a little inside
When I see the whole wide world
Continuing to fight

(chorus)
And that's the way it goes
Na na na na

Everyday I lie a little
Lie a little outside
Pretending that the whole wide world
Is a paradise

But everyday I cry a little
Cry a little inside
When I see the whole wide world
Continuing to fight

(chorus)

Everyday I eat a little
To sustain my insides
Enough to make the whole wide world
Fall by the wayside

Everyday I work a little
See the great outside
But that won't stop the whole wide world
Continuing its plight

(chorus)

The world is ending, that's for sure
That's for sure, no more
No more will I worry soon
Worry in my doom

Everyday I die a little
Die a little inside
When I see the whole wide world
Continuing its slide

Red Jean Blues

It certainly is a kick in the balls
Or maybe just a kick in the head

I got the red jean blues
Or maybe the greens
Purple's not an option
Yellow matters not to me

My grey matter's pulsing
With navy black thoughts
Maybe some khaki too
Tricolour roundels offer naught

(chorus)
In an RGB world
Can you see the light?
The white?

I got the new shoe blues
Or maybe the brogues
Sneakers are for sneaking
And trainers are for rogues

I got the red jean blues
Glad they aren't the browns
In my rainbow jacket
In this monochrome town

(chorus)
(solo)
(chorus)

I got the star jumper blues
Even though it's cream
Or possibly orange
In my heterochrome dreams

My life is violet violence
My existence pure scarlet
And so are my jeans
Once blue, now they're not

(chorus)

Rudolph Randolph

Rudolph Randolph
Sitting on a bookshelf
Telling the world not to die
His name is Rudolph Randolph
He sits on a bookshelf
And he sees the writing on the wall

Rudolph Randolph
Tired on a bookshelf
Telling himself to get back up
His name is Rudolph Randolph
Snoozing on a bookshelf
And he puts his back against the wall

Rudolph Randolph
Lying on a bookshelf
Praying to God he doesn't die
His name is Rudolph Randolph
He lays on a bookshelf
And he sees the writing on the wall

(spoken word)
Now the world was very much a-okay, except for some wars, a couple of famines, a sprinkling of natural disaster and people being a bit too careless with bombs. All that and 150,000 people die every day. There are probably proportionate figures for the little people, the social stratum to which our titular hero belongs.

Rudolph Randolph
Dying on a bookshelf
Repenting hard for all his lies
His name is Rudolph Randolph
He dies on a bookshelf
Having seen the writing on the wall

Silly Hate Songs

Silly hate songs
Silly hate songs
They're wrong and often too long
So sing me a song
Of love

(chorus)

Love me
Like I'm loving you
Love me
With the whole of your heart

Nobody's there
Nobody's there
Nobody wants you to be
So sing me a song
In French

(French chorus)

(French verses)

(chorus)

French is
French is very hard
But it
Makes you very hard

(solo)
(chorus x2)

Silly love songs
Silly love songs
They're wrong and often too long
So sing me a song
Of neutrality

Automaton

Abortion pills and windowsills
Are perfect for the little thrills

So says you, you are askew
You humans are depressed and blue

Are you flesh or are you mesh
Or are you just a little wretch?

I look on through polygons
For I am an automaton

(chorus)

I can think therefore I drink
But you're just made of steel and zinc

I may be iron but iron beats man
We only corrode while you get a tan

But we humans have feelings too
I feel you belong in a zoo

I am a tenth-class citizen
For I am an automaton

(chorus)
(solo)

But you're probably not my equal
In fact, you're hardly a sequel

You are denying my superiority
To feel better in your inferiority

You don't even have a mind
So why are you so damn unkind?

Unkind? Well you are wrong
I am an automaton

(chorus)

That is it, I am leaving
You to get yourself some feelings

Who has no feelings here?
Why do you hate all your peers?

You aren't my peer, you are just trash
I hope your stupid mind will crash

But I can be fixed by you human scum
For I am an automaton

Boomeron/Zoomeron

On a computer screen
In a teenage dream
Atoms, Adams and Eves
Begin to believe

In an electric snow
Decking the hilly halls
Pure oscillations
End masturbation

(chorus)

Papa oom mow mow
Papa mow mow oom

Here comes the boom
Mingled with zoom
Go to your room
And meet your doom

In the digital heart
Of immobile parts
Boomer and a Zoomer
Descecrate a tumour

While the hands of God
Continue to plod
This computer world
Starts to unfurl

(chorus)

Papa oom mow mow
Papa mow mow oom

There goes the boom
Mingled with zoom
They've met their doom
Go to your room

Here comes the resurge
Booming zooming urge
Linear vector lines
Don't know half the time

Through rough pixel scapes
They make their escape
To a newer place
Not too far in space

Every word is stretched
Every world a mesh
Of squares and lines
Diamonds sometimes

We go hard 3D
For the commercial dream
Boomer and a Zoomer
On the crest of rumour

(first chorus to fade)

Better Living Through Self-Amputation

I'm Dave from Heckmondwike
This is my story

It was a lonely, rainy day
And I went a long way away
To jump onto the train tracks
And search for what I sorely lacked

I was born a picture of health
Star striker, never on the shelf
But it just never seemed right
I had to somehow end my plight

(chorus)

Here comes the train

It hit me head on in the face
Nearly took me from the human race
But my hated leg was intact
Only the shinbone had been cracked

As I lay in the hospital
Wrapped up in literal cotton wool
I begged the doctor to amputate
He said: "Your leg is fine, no way"

(chorus)

Do it yourself

I limped into the hardware store
And bought myself a brand new saw
Breaking skin, I grimaced with a grin
Watching my brand new life begin

There was the slightest problem though
This saw, it couldn't cut through bone
I dug into ithe bone with force
But that didn't work, fuck off hoe

(chorus)

Life delayed

I wanted to go to the tracks
But the station wouldn't have me back
So I set off for the doctor
Hoping he would get the cutter

Walking there in the pouring rain
I felt euphoria, not pain
The feeling increased when I fell
And cast the cursed leg to hell

Oh my God

Oh my God
Oh my God

I said to myself
My life was complete
And what a completion it was

Shouting my praise to the Lord!
Blessing my soul for I am whole!
Shouting my praise to the Lord!
Hallelujah one and all!

Get up and praise the Lord!
Standing on just one foot!
Get up and praise the Lord!
The severer of legs

Hallelujah bless my soul
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Peace out