Down in Albion
Album - 14 novembre 2005 - Debaser id 268950

I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spents his nights in flights of fancy

Met two fellas over gin and mixers
They talked for a while and soon got the picture
One was a souped up Soho mincer
And the other was a pikey with a knowledge for scripture

Then the conversation turned evil... (evil)
Talked, talked and talked about people
Why did you do it to so many people?

Stumbled left out of the boozer,
Threw some schrapnel to the legless fusalier,
An endless ceiling and another light,
With a half-tenner smile and you're looking alright.

That girls out way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Getting high she sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?

She's la belle et la bete at the ball
La belle et la bete at the ball
La belle et la bete at the ball
You know she could have us all

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Just getting high...
She sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me? (than she)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me? (than she)

Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than she?

I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spents his nights in flights of fancy

Met two fellas over gin and mixers
They talked for a while and soon got the picture
One was a souped up Soho mincer
And the other was a pikey with a knowledge for scriptures

Then the conversation turned evil (evil)
Talked and talked and talked about people
Why did you do it to so many people?

That girls out way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Out Way ahead of the game

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Just getting high...
She sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful

Its one and the same, one and the same oh
So whats the use between death and glory?
I can't tell between death and glory?
Happy endings, no, they never bored me
Happy endings, they still don't bore me
But they, they have a way
They have a way to make you pay
And to make you toe the line
Sever the ties
Because I'm so clever
But clever ain't wise

Fuck forever
If you don't mind
Oh fuck forever?
If you dont mind, dont mind, I dont mind, I dont mind

Oh whats the use between death and glory?
I cant tell between death and glory?
New labour and tory
Purgatory and no happy families

Its one and the same, one and the same
No, its not the same
Its not supposed to be the same
You know about that way
The way they make you pay
And the way they make you toe the line
I've severed my ties
Oh, you're so clever, you're so clever
But you're not very nice
So fuck forever
If you don't mind
Oh I'm stuck forever
In your mind, your mind, your mind

But have you heard about that way
To make you feel I should soon make you pay
And to make you toe the line, line
I sever my ties
Oh well I never
Sever the ties
And fuck forever
If you don't mind
See I'm stuck forever
Oh I'm stuck in your mind, your mind, your mind

I never played this on the radio
Oh they never played this on the radio

32nd Of December
Don't talk about it
Don't want to know about it
Arguing with you's no good
You'll be nobody's fool but you'll almost speak...
Don't let me know about it

Don't let me know about the 32nd of December
Oh, thats the night I'm trying so hard to forget
All you do is you come around and make me remember
What I try, oh that I, what I....

Still you talk about it
Still don't wanna know all about it

Anybody want tea?
Anybody, thank you, ah fuck me
But don't speak
And don't talk about it

Don't talk about the 32nd of December
Thats the night im trying so hard to forget
So all you do is you phone me, and I remember
Remember what I try
That I, what I...

You know that I...
You was a stickler for manners
So don't you say goodbye
No, not to a good old friend,

I get by, please
I get by
And get by
Argggh, so what you running from?

Still, ahh don't talk about it
Still, don't want to know about it

Don't want to know about it
The 32nd of December
Thats the night im trying so hard to forget
All you do is come around and make me remember
Remember what I try
What I, that I...

... nice reason, I'll go
But they'll never do
They'll never do

Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's not the right sound
Neither am I, oh my oh my

Do your sums
Work out a fairer way
If it comes undone
Just paper over the cracks
And there ain't no turning back

Oh on The Sun
They make you out to be a tearaway
Comes undone
Ahh I just spoke to matt
pat,they want the money back

Ah put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's the right sound
Oh my, oh my

Do your sums

Work out a fairer way
Can you play no fun
Oh what you think of that
Cause they wanted but...

You better pipe down
You got the right sound
Put the pipe down
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Na na-na na-na...

Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's not the right sound
Neither am I, oh my oh my

Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's the right sound
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Now here's a tale
Tale I will tell
Blood lust after no sweet love
And a many, many things I do so well

Oh you know that's the end
That's the end so far away down

They said that I was as good as dead
And there was hope, but not for us together
My friend, my only friend

Oh well you know that that's the end
And that's the end so far away down

Skip... fame on the run
Don't look back into the motherf**king sun, no


Oh well you know that that's the end
And that's the end so far away down

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
Oh but your words
They really kill me

Sticks and sto-o-o-o-ones
May break my bo-o-o-o-ones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Oh but your words they really kill me

And there you know that's the end
But there can never be and end

Ohhh ohhh ohhhh
Why would you pay to see me in a cage?
And why would you pay to see me in a cage?
Some men call the stage

Listen now
I have gone
You will know
I was the only one that would have died
What was wrong in the eyes of the unwell and unwise

And I killed a man for his giro today
Wasn't very gay, I didn't mind
I was a money man anyway
Killed a man for his giro today

Why, would you pay
Why, would you pay
To see me in a cage
It's all across the stage

And know
When the night has come
You might say
I was not the only the one who would've died
What was wrong in the eyes of the cruel and unwise


And I killed a man for his giro today

On the off chance that you miss me
To the radio
I thought you might like to know you broke my heart
Can only sadden up or hedge your bets
Or take a chance and never get you again
All my ties, time and time
I keep on trying hard not to try too hard
When I forgive, I won't forget
To killing time, so I'm better now
I don't need it...
Anything that makes you, feel hate
Can do without hate
Now I believe in love

Now I have gone
Oh yeah, I will pay
For everything you've done
What was wrong
In the eyes of the unwell and unwise
And I killed a man for his giro today

Ohhh ohhh ohhhh

It's rough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
It's tough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough

Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation
Russian, Columbian and Jamaican
Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman
Indian, Chinaman down from Vietnam
And from the Carribbean an Jamaican
Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang
And the Scottish and the Englishman

They're rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game

It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now


Lying on my lumpy mattress
Lying on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks
And what's happening behind me
Look over my shoulder back
Bill Cole got my breakfast pack
He won't give it back
Ooooooooooh

It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game

So A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come help us sing

Because it's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah tough
Pentonville rough
It's hard
Wicked and rough

There's a lesson I have learnt
If you play with fire you will get burnt
Hell hath no fury
Like woman scorned
I'll tell you my story
Make you wish you never, wish you...
Wish you never never, wish you never been born

I may never learn, never know
I may live and learn but never know
I may crash and burn, oh no
I may take my turn

If you love her, then tell her you love her and
You could be kissing her soon
If you need her, oh, tell her you need her and
You won't be missing her soon
Oh, but for a love to be true
It must come from her too

It's a lesson hard learned
If you play with fire you will get burnt
Hell hath no fury
... (?)

Oh, I may never learn, you never know
I may live and learn, never know
I may crash and burn, oh no
I may take my turn

If you love her, then tell her you love her and
You could be kissing her soon
If you need her, oh, tell her you need her and
You won't be missing her soon

Down in Albion
They're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that

Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

More gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl
Behind the checkout

If you're looking for a cheap sort
Set in false anticipation
I'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station

So come away, won't you come away
We could go to...
Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield
Ahh anywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion

Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
Coffee wallahs and pith helmets
And an English song

Mmm... Reebok classics
And canons at dawn
Terrible warlords, good Warlords
And an English song

Oo if you're looking for a cheap sort
All glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station

Now come away, oh say you'll come away
We'll go to...
Satsworth, Senford, Weovil, Woomoyle, NEW-CAST-LE

If you are looking for a cheap tart
Don't glint with perspiration
There's a five-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Now come away (away), won't you come away

We'll go to...
Bedtown, Oldham, Nunthorpe, Rowlam, Bristol
Aaa-nywhere in Albion

Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion
Anywhere in Albion...

I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
You were playing so fine
Scooping up the soul of the wine

Courage my boy, when you look them in the eye
Try not to look too scummy
If you want some money
If you need some money now, oh...

This ain't no happy place to be
There's nothing nice around me
Nothing nice about me
Oh almost everyone agrees

It's a hell of a year for you and me my friend
Oh promises, promises
I know you've heard them all before
Love is, love is, love is, love is, love is...

Oh well it's just around the corner

I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
Playing so fine
Even if you don't show up on time

Courage my boy
When you look them in the eye
Laugh if they try to be funny
If you need some money now, oh...

Ah, tell me
What did I dream?
Cause nothing's as it seems
On the way back down, for me

What did I dream?
Cause nothing's as it seems
On the way back round, for me

Nothing's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?
No one's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?

We're on the one road
Maybe the wrong road
It's the road to fuck knows where
We're on the one road
Maybe the wrong road
But we're together now so I don't care

Nothing's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?
No one's gonna keep me from my
No one'll fucking keep me from my
No one's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?

And if I confide in you today
I know you don't believe a single word I say
I found solace in the flood
And everybody knew that I would
Cause I'm alright
And there's a slight crack in my chimney

So tell me
What did I dream? (x3)
Nothing's as it seems
On the way back round for me

What did I? (x3)
What did I dream?