Cnc-S Mithering

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[Verse 1]
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Three days

Three months
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Three days

Three months
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A treatise

A treatise
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To explain these
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First was cash 'n' carry house dance
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In Lancashire they're A
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In King Nat Ltd. empire
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Kwik Save is there
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The scene started  here
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Then was America


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[Verse 2]
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Then was America

We went there
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Big A&M Herb was there**

His offices had fresh air
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But his rota was mediocre
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US purge, rock 'n' pop filth

Their material's filched
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And the secret of their lives


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[Verse 2]
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All the English groups
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Act like peasants with free milk

On a route
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  On a route to the loot
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To candy mountain
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Five wacky English proletariat 
idiots
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Californians always think of sex
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Or think of death
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Five hundred girl deaths
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A Mexico revenge, it's stolen land
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They really get it off on

"Don't hurt me please"
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Rapist fill the TVs
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And the secret of their lives
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Is S.E.X..


[Verse 3]
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I have dreams, I can see
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Carloads of negro Nazis
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Like Faust with beards

Hydrochloric shaved weirds
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 [Applause from audience at Cyprus
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This was going to be called crap rap
 fourteen

But it's now Stop Mithering
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The things that drain you off and 
drive you off the hinge
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Boils, dirty socks, the ceilings 
collapse
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The Sunday morning loud lawn mower
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The upstairs Jewish girl damn 
hoovering, with valium cig

Withdrawal
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She wants communal, fluent flat 
household
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I want privacy

The bastard dentist doctors surgery
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Clip, clop, ring, knock, ring
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Stop mithering***
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The estates stick up like stacks

The estates stick up like stacks
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The residents keep wild dogs
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And on that father's bedroom closet 
top

Electric blanket boxes
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Surplus jonnies, demob pictures

To their children they sing
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Stop mithering


[Verse 4]
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You think you've got it bad with 
thin ties
Miserable songs synthesized, or 
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circles with A in the middle
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Ake joke records, hang out with Gary
 Bushell
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Join round table. "I like your 
single yer great!"
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A circle of low IQ's

There are three rules of audience
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My journalist acquaintances, go 
soft, go places
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On record company expenses
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I lose humor, manners become barbed,
 righteous, don't know it
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The smart hedonists, same as last 
verse, allusions with
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H in electronics, on stage false 
histrionics
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Corpse mauling dicks, pose to a good
 film, him, him

Stop mithering
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I'm not joining conventional rock 
band
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The conventional is experimental, 
the conventional is now
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Experimental

And is no way noble, and I'm no 
chock stock thing
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So stop mithering


[Verse 5]
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Engineers save up for cars

I try to let down their tyres with 
matches to make them molten
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Ouch! Ouch!

They say I rip off Johnny Rotten
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They always strike for more pay
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They say "See yer mate..Yeh...see 
yer mate"
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 To their mothers they sing
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Stop mithering
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Even the drowned penile tissue test
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He hangs out for sex
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He enters magazine contest
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White tan horror in the mirror
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Spotty exterior hides a spotty 
interior
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He's not your enemy
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  He's not your enemy, his name is 
not Harry
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The secret of Cash and Carry