1. |
The End of the Line
04:18
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Bloke swings open the door
Says to me as I'm jamming me fist in the air on the dance floor
I don't think you look as cool as you think you do
Who the fuck are you of course I bloody do
I'm wearing me uniform mate what's your excuse?
In yer Canada Goose coat
Looking like a London dealer's ghost
I'm loyal to the Mountain Whorehouse me
When I wear a puffer it's duck down and ten pounds all it cost me
I wonder if I've seen every pricks face in this town
Wonder if I've met every country living clown with a frown
Their numbers are boundless!
This is the end of the line
It's the end of the line
Do you want another line?
I int got the time
I wonder if I've seen every low suspension golf for two grand or less
Where the car cost less than it's fucking bumper stickers
It's funny the thoughts I have at the bus stop
When I'm eating me snickers
When I have to walk past the local riff-raff spaff their badman routine at me
And get my knickers in a twist
I throw my snickers on the floor and leave it for the dilligent litter pickers
This is the end of the line
It's the end of the line
Do you want another line?
I int got the time
Moggy got paid to do up Downton Abbey did he really?
Kids are taking speed outside my downtown abbey wheres their money?
It's the end of the line
I can't help but find it funny as it overwhelms me
I can't help but find it funny when it's all I see
Much as I hate the twat I can see why Jacob's lying dead as a doormat
It's a daily waking struggle to stand up straight
Prim and proper and all that
This is the end of the line
It's the end of the line
Do you want a glass of wine?
No
In the time I was wishing for Jog on's quick demise
The 376 pulled in and it stopped with a sigh
I hop onto the back seat of the double-decker
Hotfoot it to Bristol I'm a day-trip trekker
Lambs, sheep, lambs, hedges
Cows, lambs, cows, hedges
Newbuilds
newbuilds
newbuilds
newbuilds
Bovis
Bishop's Green
The flags are taunting me
You repeat the vividly presented imagery x 23
Til you finally pull into the great big grey
In other words the South West's biggest motorway
Where you have to pay to feel a ray of sunlight reflect off one of the glass-fronted banks
They shut the bearpit
Now it's well wank
You're only allowed in if you're a metropolitan crank
And I pull into the bus bin
And am greeted with a tragic mosaic of sin
It's still the end of the line
It's always the end of the line
We're all at the end of the line
Getting battered for 3 quid
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2. |
Have & Have nots
04:14
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Have and have nots
My bed times an extended lunch break
Quit yer whining we’ve all gotta work
Yeah I know we do
But I reserve my right as a member of this country to fucking whinge
My work uniform gets me sympathetic looks on the street
My shoes broke within two weeks
That’s not sleek
It’s not a SodaStream a labrador and lumps of beak it’s bleak
It’s hundreds of locked doors
It’s a grinding snoring boredom
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
I arrived to work two hours early this morning
So I embarked on a citywide tour of our greatest
The coffee shop
Shop one: one star
My latte resembled porridge and I had a seat by the window
People looking in at me like I’m a zoo exhibit
Hey mister! Hey mister! Hey mister!
I’ve been to the zoo!
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Then I went to the loo the public one I was done with the other place
‘Horny asian women looking for men. Call this number if you fit the bill’
Don’t need it if I wanted to get fucked I’d just ask for a pay rise
Or buy a bag of them funny drugs
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
I move onto shop two: Flat white 2.80
Service is better
Wood-panelled floors and leather upholstery
Vivaldi’s the Four seasons is on the radio touch of class
There’s no glass partition between me and the zoo visitors now
They’re in here with me
Looking me up and down
Everythings fucking brown
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
I’m gonna walk up the town in a minute
And feel like a clown in me four season stretch trousers and wooly yeti fleece
I got fleeced in that other place
Coffee went straight to me bowels
The double kick of brown liquid caffeine
And imagined rush of non existent asian fanny funs got me on the run
I’ll be a valued asset to the team in half an hour
Bouncing off the walls
And wanking in your staff room!
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Ah fuck it too much time left what do I do?
Maybe I’ll go back and ring the number
Getting jumped by Romanian gangsters would certainly alleviate the boredom
Takeaway large black coffee from Greggs now that's what you want
Not trying to be something it's not
2.10 and that’s yer lot sod off
Sod off
Sod off!
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
Don’t tell me what I am or am not
Don’t tell me I’m a have or have not
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3. |
Fridge Raiders
03:54
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The air stinks of fridge raiders
And is filled with the echoes of failed entertainers
I think my heads a bit unstable
I’ve spent three and a half days under a table
Me eyes have gone wobble
I resemble a shaved womble
Everyone’s looking at me…
Why is everyone looking at me?
I’m crawling to escape the fuzz
So I can soberly reacquaint myself with the scuzz
The air stinks of fridge raiders
And is filled with the echoes of failed entertainers
I trod on Gregor Samsa with the heel of my boot
Watched his family whoop and cheer
In the dregs of my beer
The miracle of the sneeze
Every man woman toff one toff two
Turn to sneer at me
The grass is greener beyond the yonder cobbles…
The streets are cleaner
The streets are cleaner
The streets are cleaner!
Everything that makes this place great is fenced off with a gate
How long have I been sat on this bench and whys it wet?
The air stinks of fridge raiders
The air stinks of fridge raiders
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4. |
The Pit
02:56
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A man walked into the pit
Thinking it was the Ritz
There ain't no glitz and glamour here
Only nits and clamour
Rats as big as yer thigh
He’s so fucking high he can’t see the sky
Man Down!
Man down!
He slipped on his spit on his way to his next big hit
Well what d’you expect from the pit?
The pit
Armpits and shit
What a life we lead in the land of the brit
Wash down a mug of bitter nicoteane
The skate parks a youth club for angst-ridden teens
The real youth club got smashed up by an army of spaffed adolescents
Makes you stand still
Their lifes a steep hill
But it don’t change the fact that they’re the ones swallowing the wrong bitter pills
The pit
The pit
Armpits and shit
What a life we lead in the land of the brit
The local town council are in the pit
The local town crier is in the pit
Every mother father sons and daughters are all in the slaughter
Wrists clenched fists tense as all cling onto the ledge
Just fall down
Fall down
Down down
Down down down down down down into the pit
Retail nights
Infantile social sexual frustration
I successfully passed my probation
And ride forth happily into the stock room plantation
It’s better than piles
Dealing with the riled up bile mouthed infantile purchaser chasing you up and down the shop floor
Til you perchance seal yourself behind a bathroom door
Cor what a life what a job
Armpits and shit
What a life we lead in the land of the brit
The pit the pit the pit the pit the pit the pit the pit
123 the pit
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5. |
Audi Abuse
01:42
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Where'd you get that jacket you fucking twat?
Oi
You fucking what
What you staring at you prick?
Haven’t you got a telly to nick?
Or a double glazed window to hit with a brick?
Ah you make me sick man
I can’t stick ya
You’re a prick
Hope the ol bill nick ya
Audi Abuse
Audi Abuse
Where’d you get yer jacket?
I’ll make a racket!
Verbal air attack
Look at your hair it's got more grease than a crisp packet you dickhead
Audi Abuse
Audi Abuse
Everyone hates me
Even my shoelaces slithered out the dirty holes to escape me
I am a phoenix rising from the ashes
But some cunt keeps grabbing my legs
Audi Abuse
Audi Abuse
Audi Abuse
Oiiiiii Audi Abuse
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6. |
Cheers - Bonus Track
01:24
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StantonP.L.C Wells, UK
The post-Brexit Everly brothers
- Andrew Stanning
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