01. Teddy Picker

Despair to the point where they provoke
The punchline before they have told the joke
The sheer desperation to be seen
Staring at the television screen

Despair to the point where they provoke
You to tell the fucking punchline before you have told the joke
Sorry, sunshine, it doesn’t exist
It wasn’t in the Top 100 list

And it’s the thousandth time and it’s even bolder
Don’t be surprised when you get bent over
They told ya, but you were dying for it

She saw it and she grabbed it and it wasn’t what it seemed
The kids all dream of making it, whatever that means

Another variation on a theme
A tangle on the television and the magazine
D’you reckon that they do it for a joke?
D’you reckon that they make ‘em take an oath that says:

“We are defenders
Of any poseur
Or professional
Pretender around”

When did your list replace the twist and turn?
Like a fist replaced the kissed-on concern
And if you’re bothered, I don’t want your prayers
Save it for the morning after

And it’s the thousandth time and it’s even bolder
Don’t be surprised when you get bent over
They told ya, but you were gagging for it

Let’s have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you’re getting thicker

Let’s have a game on the Teddy Picker
Not quick enough can I have it quicker?
Already thick and you’re getting thicker

Assuming that all things are equal
Who’d want to be men of the people
When there’s people like you?

02. Bad Woman

When you left the house this evening
you said you’d be back in a little while
But I’ve been waiting for such a long time
and this waiting is driving me wild

And while I wait I think about you
do you need me and I’m not there?
Are you planning to be without me?
Do you have a new affair?

You’re a bad, bad woman
You’re a bad, bad woman

Pictures of you keep flashing to my mind
If you would only call
if you would be so kind
Imagine things, I’ve seen another man
And it’s this waiting I just can’t stand

You’re a bad, bad woman
You’re a bad, bad woman
You’re a bad, bad woman
You’re a bad, bad woman

03. The Death Ramps

Titre instrumental

04. Nettles

He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low
More trophies than ideas, to follow their pretence

Wih a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obedience
And fell in the nettles

Afterwards those spikey whispers said he brought his own rope
And skipped the bits they loathed
Didn’t scramble to find a dock leaf to capture back our hope

To advice his mind has closed
He lost all of his footholes

He was a toothpick!
And the garlic and the cinder upon the path
Had failed to blunt or hinder the slow collapse
Clinging to the doorframe he was dragged
Off to a reminder of where he had been

With a smile in his pocket
And a scowl on his face
There was nowhere to flee
So sat content in the nettles