Pub Grub Lyrics

1.Dr Bad Touch

Tells the living they are dying and the dying they are well, Dr Bad Touch,
Russian roulette with the placebo effect, Dr Bad Touch, he’ll see you now,
Old fashioned thinking, new fashion setting, Dr Bad Touch, what a guy!
Jesus walked on water but he’s the man who froze it, Dr Bad Touch, turns that ice rink into wine,
Married to the job and the job is crazy, Dr Bad Touch, haha!
Mengele weren’t nothing, nothing to his brilliance, Dr Bad Touch, bad touch!
Narture and nuture, inverted on one and other, Dr Bad Touch, most just blame the mother,
And did they ever stop to ask what if it works? No, Dr Bad Touch, Ah Yeah!
Yes! There he goes, progress of a silent bulldozer, friendly smile and a numbing agent. He’ll see you now, Dr bad touch

 

2. Bedwetters United
I am the newest signing for bedwetters united
I am the star of the castrated squad,
How do you do?
How do you do it?
How do you do it?

G seven, straight from heaven, makes you think there could be something more,
Oh something more, something more.

I don’t need a cinema ticket to be entertained, I order a filter coffee and I look your way,
You are way too good for me! You’re too good for me.

G seven from heaven makes you think there might be something more,
Oh something more, something more,
G seven, straight from heaven, a gift from the Gods sent from above,
Two hundred decibels of love!

We are tired of being bedwetters (repeat until you wet yourself in liberation)

 

3. For Even More

The rain was beating down,
Louder than the speaker sang
But we knew every word,
Everyone knows Piano Man Billy Joel
And we drank to Bolaño
And the gangs who weren’t quite poets,
Too drunk for going out,
Still chained by inhibitions

New town, times your doubts
The only way to go
The only way to go
Is into the nightlife, where I’m sure
You’ll bump into old times
And when there, you will wait for even more.

The end of a long weekend
It’s no place to be alone,
You put denial in a tuxedo
And then you can call it hope
We drank to Bolaño
And the gangs who weren’t quite poets
Too drunk for going out,
Still chained to inhibitions

New town, times your doubts
The only way to go
The only way to go
Is into the nightlife, where I’m sure
You’ll bump into old times
And when there, you will wait for even more

Drink up!
The problem’s the solution my friend
Drink up!
The problem’s the solution.

 

4. NuWave Hippy

You’ve been away, overseas,
No pictures please!
Gather around the NuWave Hippy
Gather round the new wave, hip, hip, hip hippy.

We’ve got a situation
I’m stuck in conversation
The NuWave Hippy is lecturing to me!
I’ll solve this situation,
By way of strangulation
Conspiracy theories he picks up on TV.

If you think human nature’s so great
Then give me the keys to your place!
All tourists are parasites
Sights! Sights!
They’re really out of sight
Gather round the new wave, hip, hip, hip hippy.

We’ve got a situation
I’m stuck in conversation
The NuWave Hippy is lecturing to me!
I’ll solve this situation,
By way of strangulation
All the sights you’ve seen
They mean nothing to me

And you dig bonfires
And you dig skyscrapers
Bonfire, skyscraper, bonfire, skyscraper, bonfire, skyscraper, bonfire, skyscraper, bonfire, skyscraper…

We’ve got a situation
I’m stuck in conversation
The NuWave Hippy is lecturing to me!
I’ll solve this situation,
By way of strangulation
Conspiracy theories he picks up on TV.

 

5. Retired Mermaid

Stop the to-do lists and stop expectations too great.
Then you gotta stop hanging out,
Gotta stop seeing people that you

Hate
You hate
You hate.

What’s with the rose-tinted glasses on your face?
As I recall you have always felt this way
We are perfectly happy woo!
When we are pissed up and dancing woo!

These days
These Days.

Below the ocean,
A retired mermaid,
Coughs herself to sleep,
She is the only one for me,
She is the only one for me.
The shrimp and starfish
They love to gossip
How beautiful
She used to be,
Well that’s of no damn use to me
Now she’s one hundred and fifty-three.
Her youth was a diamond studded shackle
But now she is free,
Let the winters melt and the summers freeze
She is the only one,
The only one for me!

 

6. Long Body Nightmare

Tail sliding up the mirror spine
Avoiding your fabric reflection,
The nightmare it has four eyes
And smells like Grandma’s perfume.
Quiet spot in a horrible pub
My soul detects perfection
Until, red light blue light scenario shift
Cellars of introspection.

Despite the smoke in the sky
No one wants to believe it,
Wants to believe it
But you can’t not see it.
They say that children can fly
You know I’m a cynic
I’m a cynic
But I know you need it,
I know you need it
To be true.

What use is a memory
In the twenty first fucking century?
There’s a file on everyone
And everyone is empty.

Despite the smoke in the sky
No one wants to believe it
Wants to believe it
But you can’t not see it.
That’s how memory breaks
Under the weight
Under the force
Of brutal truth
And of a new,
New landscape.

Send out for the teardrop hoses.
The holiday,
Holiday heat.

 

7. Settlers Street

The cult of manhood scrambles through the woods without a plan,
A meeting of the elders making children, making jam
Cigarettes and belly aches, you need a better man
The cult of manhood scrambles through the woods without a plan,
You will join them in the end,
Drinking to your country then you must be mad
You can’t lose the wits, the wits you never had
boyish naivety becomes a sideways grin
when learning how to lose is learning how to win
You will join them in the end.

Rats like cats down on Settlers Street
Something’s bugging me
It keeps bugging me
How do they get so big?

You will join them in the end

Rats place bets down on Settlers Street
Something’s bugging me
It keeps bugging me
How do they get so big?

 

8. Out Through the TV

Golden beach
Screensaver
Brain shrinker
So sweet,
Cliché,
Ripe like a peach,
Rotten to the core
Waiting for the heap
Wanting something more.
Logging in
Logging out
Getting high
Coming down
Ultrasound shows the future
And the future is now,
Algorithm
Lyricism
Alcoholic
Honour system
Nepotism
Plagiarism
Man I want that part.

Out through the TV.

Out with the old
In with the older
My memory is short
Now please make it shorter,
Escapism!
The prisoner escaped through his television

Out through the TV.

Sunday Funday
American TV & Chinese cuisine
Tired Driver
Looks kinda sad but I really can’t be sure
Monday Breakdown
I’m sweating out the drugs and crying out the beer
Wednesday new man
Starting right now I will never drink again
But slapping the bass
With my alcoholic thumb
Hard to tell the numb from the fun
Hard to distinguish
Sanctuary from happiness

Out through the TV.

 

 

9. Love Needs a Watch

Whatever you do now
Don’t go through your phone book
You have had too much,
The picture you’re painting
It is fiction beyond any form of realism.

You and I should meet up on more time
And discuss everything we miss over some wine,
And get down to why
Others multiply and we divide.
He’s thinking of her
Whilst she’s playing chess
Love needs a watch!
And now she’s thinking of him
Whilst he’s walking a dog
Love needs a watch!

I don’t know romance
But I know what does not work
And it is this smile,
Tequila libido
And egos on stilts
You’ve got to learn to crawl

You and I should meet up on more time
And discuss everything we miss over some wine
And get down to why others multiply and we divide.
He’s thinking of her
When she’s selling a house
Love needs a watch!
Now she’s thinking of him
Whilst he’s baking a cake
Love needs a watch!

 

10. Frustrated

I caught,
I caught the mirror
Mixing
something in my coffee

Back to the work boys
I’m frustrated
Those shelves won’t stack themselves
I’m frustrated
Back to the work girls
I’m frustrated
Those books won’t write themselves
I’m frustrated.

Everyone is tired that much is clear
When the hunter sleeps then so can the deer
That’s that!
Flashbacks to things you have seen
That’s that!
You and I were just obscene,
Your work life is a mirror in a mirrored in hall
A catastrophic clock on a catastrophic wall
That’s that!
Love is above it all
That’s that!
Council to council
Through to city hall

Back to the work boys
I’m frustrated
Those shelves won’t stack themselves
I’m frustrated
Back to the work girls
I’m frustrated
It’s never been done before
I’m frustrated.

The ratio of happy to sad is in flux
A bestselling self-help written in a tux
That’s that!
Old heads wearing new hats
That’s that!
Cyborgs and erroneous bands,
Sleep slips through your fingers like a fine lover’s hair
Your microwave dings a miracle prepared
That’s That
It’s veggie lasagne again
That’s that!

Rock and roll is dead, long live TV
The writings too good and the actors too sweet
That’s that!
Let us become the lost
That’s that!
A Charles Manson keyring on a feral looking dog

Outside the station someone could stare
You take off your hat your losing your hair
That’s that!
Flashbacks to things you have seen
That’s that!
You and I were just obscene
That’s that!

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