Song: In Citrus

Out there in the citrus, out there in the firs, lost selves in occasions, tape cells to the floor. Out there in the distance, out there in the hair, burn a babe in citrus she's acid wash and bare. Animal babe is coming, animal babe is coming, animal babe is here.

Mez/Mick

Song: Take Off With You

We were beautifully skint, we washed our clothes in the sink, we used to eat tinned fruit, debate the drugs that we shoot. And all the things that we do, and all the things that we do, I wanna take off with you, I wanna take off with you.

We would fade out of sight, disappear with the night, and your words don’t wash, despite you shampoo gloss. And all the things that we do, and all the things that we do, I wanna take off with you, I wanna take off with you.

 

Mez/Mick

Song: Go Go Go

I knew I was a sap when I didn’t get the part
but Game of Thrones is back so I called for green & dark
I knew I was a rat when I grew my Daddy’s knuckles
but Miley’s on the box so I hang out with my pickle

And so I say, ‘oh no, I gotta go’

And walking through the hallway there’s contorted faces screaming
I thought I touched on paradise but I was only dreaming
left of centre laughing people dance into my vision
they say you're off you head kid but I’m firmly in position

And so I say, ‘oh no, I gotta go’
And so I say, ‘oh no, I gotta go, I gotta go, go, go’

Mez/Mick

Song: Ginsburger

Baby’s into modern art for sure
hanging printed Warhol’s on her wall
she says she’d like to get to know you
if she only had the time
you wanna touch her body
but she’ll only fuck your mind
Baby likes to talk about herself
the Kerouac’s and Ginsberg’s on her shelf
she says she’d like to get to know you
if she only had the time
you wanna touch her body
but she’ll only fuck your mind

I wanna take you home

Baby’s into religion a la carte
got a place for Vishnu in her heart
she says she’d like to get to know you
if she only had the time
you wanna touch her body
but she’ll only fuck your mind

I wanna take you home


Mez/Mick

Song: All of Your Friends

Decadents drip, philosophers sip, from steaming cups of froth, casuals chant,graduates rant, discuss 'The Grapes of Wrath' Breaking Bad, talking rad, the pop scenes cooling off, designer trips and modelling chips the catwalk's got me soft;

All of your friends

Are they your friends?

How do you know?

Policeman kicks, political rifts, your backs against the wall, shooting lounge,poetic sounds, the rhyme that killed it all, holding out, religious clout, baptise yourself a yawn, a socialist phase, a Jimmy haze, a flag of peace and corn;

All of your friends

Are they your friends?

How do you know?

How / do / you / know…

Its easy to see you’re gone

Lyrics Mez/Mick

Song: Crawling

Crawling: Useless knowledge pouring out and falling to the ground, your jaw drops those bombs that talk of your feelings and clichéd beliefs in peace and love man you're dreaming that Lords float above, Well do they? No, well I don't know, but I'm pretty sure they don't, Do they know? No, well I don't know anything. I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright I've lost my sense of purpose But I'm fine I'm crawling up the walls but I feel alright...you talk of problems that are dead and rotten to the core.

Lyrics Mez/Mick