[Instrumental]
				

[Verse]
I saw the clock
And I dashed for my socks
I untwisted the lock when...
When up up popped his little head

But it was strange
'Cause I wasn't afraid
But I, I have to say
That it was more than a little unnerving when he said...

[Chorus]
There'll be no moonlighting in the moonlight, children
No sightseeing in the sea
And you're best to cover up your feet soon darlings
Or best you give you toes to me

[Verse]
And the word got around, spreading right across town
That he wore his night gown
It was single, double, triple the fun

When the angle was right
In the sultry moonlight, he would give us a fright
And we all stood pretty motionless as he went...

[Chorus]
You'll have no more offers from the office, ladies
No tip-toeing round the truth
And there'll be no smashing of your packets either
Lest I give these toes to you

[Instrumental]

[Verse]
Now the ending of this fable
Sees the youngen small and able
Duck her head under the table
With her mouth all full of chewing gum

Could you believe it
Well I guess you had to see it
Little toes stuck with adhesive
TO CATCH A
CATCH A
CATCH A
TOEHIDER

Yeah the purple-y muck
Had him awfully stuck
And so all outta luck
Shoulders shrugged, he sat down beside her
And you know I confess
I suppose that to say
That I was surprised would be a massive understatement
When he turned to the children and spoke...

[Chorus]
Don't you worry much about your Hallux, Alex
Gone are slippers in the heat
And there'll be no more fidgeting your digits, Bridget
I see you like them more than me

So now go on with twinkling in the wet grass children
And moonlight dancing for the win
And there'll be no more toe-hiding I promise kids
But maybe I can tuck them in

So now go on with twinkling in the wet grass children
And moonlight dancing for the win
And there'll be no more toe-hiding I promise kids
But maybe I can tuck them in

So now go on with twinkling in the wet grass children
And moonlight dancing for the win
And there'll be no more toe-hiding I promise kids
But maybe I can tuck them in
So now go ... (turns off)
				

There lived a knight in Jesuitmont
A huntin' he did ride;
His footmen all attending him
And his horsemen by his side

And they found out in Jesuitmont
A pleasant sport and play;
His lady goes exceeding fine
To hear the masses play

An' she's called on her daughter Anne
To come to her with speed;
To go and tell the master cook
To dress the dinner straight

To go her message for to tell
Young Annie feared nae ill;
An' she is gone to the master cook
The message for to tell

Ye maun dress the dow, the dow
That fair and milk-white dow;
That in the parlour shines so fair
There's nane so fair to show

Here is a panknife in my hand
Will bereave thee of thy life;
For thou art the dow that I maun dress
Unto thy fathers wife

[Instrumental]

Up then spoke the kitchie boy
An' he spoke loud an' high;
"O save, O save fair Annie's life
An' bake me in your pie."

"I will not save fair Annie's life
No not for such as thee;
But if thou divulge this lady's life
Thy butcher I will be."

When day was done and night had come
And they were all at dinner
When he's called for his daughter Annie
To come and carve his dinner

Up he rose and away he goes
An angry man was he;
"One bit of meat I will not eat
Till I fair Annie see."

[Instrumental]

Up then spak the kitchie boy
An' he spak loud an' high;
"An ye wad your fair Annie see
Ye maun break up the pie."
Her meat it was a' minced sme'
An' forced by the fire'
An' cursed be her own stepmother
For it was her desire

This lord his a' clad i' black
A' for his Annie's sake;
An' he has caused the old stepmother
To be burnt at the stake

An' he has caused the master cook
In boilin' lead to stand;
An' he has made the kitchie boy
The heir o' a' his land
				

[Verse]
Could not have been any more of a disaster
I didn't know he was such a good actor
And she, too, kept a lid on
How could they both just spit on 18 years?

And as for you, well I just don't know what to tell you
I cannot look at your face, ah hell
You have got to be fucking kidding
This whole thing is fucking bringing me to tears

You could have any boy you like
It's not like you never had a choice
And I couldn't tell you if I tried

[Chorus]
It's bad enough to find out this late
But to think we did is too much to take
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am

Scrub the skin and wash the taste
Of your mother's sin and my father's mistake
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am

[Verse]
To think about it makes me sick to my stomach
I cannot sleep, I can't believe that I've done it
All because of these two cheaters
She'll deny it but don't believe that he's your Dad

And as for you, well I just don't know how to play it
It's too hard, wish I could just come out and say it
But where do I begin with all of this?

You could have picked another guy
It's not like you even have to try
And now it's much more than just goodbye

[Chorus]
It's bad enough to find out this late
But to think we did is too much to take
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am

Scrub the skin and wash the taste
Of your mother's sin and my father's mistake
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am

[Bridge]
So when it was open, I went to his office
And found all those letters that he got from your Mum
"I think that the baby's yours, if you know what's good for you, you won't tell a soul!"
So I guess mum's the word
[Outro]
It's bad enough to find out this late
But to think we did is too much to take
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am

Scrub the skin and wash the taste
Of your mother's sin and my father's mistake
'Cause you're not the girl you said you were
And I'm not the man I think I am
				

How can you tell?
You call it a fear
I call it electric
And hold it quite dear
Scratch it all out
And scratch it within
Over your faces
Under my skin

The sky is a blindfolded mess
The clouds slither past like they're hiding something
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite until some cunt snipped its string

And all but too soon
The colours all fade
And I can't tell your browns
From your greens or your greys
They're not all the same
They're not uniform
Stop with the collecting
Together in swarms

I can't feel a thing as you slit
And the lotus seeds taunts me
I know where they've come from
Halcyon's not even a word
The moon was a cut
But it seems to be healing well

[Instrumental solo]

I'm over the moon
I'm sick of its games
And finally my enemy has a name
And I will not stop
Till I've scratched you all out
And I'll finally see
What you're really about

The sun needs no excuses to shine
And the faces it beams on
Seem microscopic
The stars are just pricks in the sky
And the moon was a kite
Until some cunt snipped its string
				

Taping up these holey boots, to keep from getting wet.
I wonder if these clouds present a brontosaurus bread*
Wailing on a thing, and thinks that I haven't thought of yet.
Waiting out for something more than that.
Tongue tired, and over tied up, silencing these sounds
Hell-bent, obsessed with sounding clever and profound
Realising that the bottle's already halfway down.
And when its down, I guess its down...

Well, at least I've tricked the ceiling (and myself) into believing its the sky.
When the beach was my backyard, well then I'd laugh so goddamn hard until I cried.
Staring out the window, feeling dead and watching wind blow up the sand.
When my eyes catch my reflection, I realise I am not much of a man.

Purging all the parts and pieces that ain't worth a shit
Burning over, trying to get the smallest slot to fit
Something tells me that it's not the last I've heard of it
Making room for something less than this.

Sorting out the ones to burn and the ones I'd maybe fix
Thinking of the ones I lost, and add them to the list
Trying not to think to hard of the ones I might've missed
Coz when they're gone I guess they're gone.

Turn me sour from sweetness, and I turn my strengths to weakness every night.
And it's easier to forgive and to forget than it is to face it and to fight.
So I guess you best be leaving, and I'll just go along believing best I can
It's when I get to drinking that I realise I am not much of a man.
				

Can you recall what the young girl had said?
No smile on her face, her eyes were all red
Unable to speak out the words in her head.

Was it as good as you hoped it would be?
Your mind is consumed, but your body is free
That's at least what you tell yourself

You don't have to wait any more, just close your eyes, it'll all be all right.
I'm sorry for wasting your time, and stealing your lines, when I ran out of mine.

And you know, I was well asleep tonight before I even closed my eyes, so I can't give you what I should
But I suppose this is the spot where we both start, and I'll take out my burnt out heart and I will strip it back to wood.

Wasn't it odd how the young boy regressed?
He isn't a man, but he sure tries his best
And he's more one than some when he's put to the test...
 I cannot be what I know I should be
At least that's the truth, and I know you agree
At least that's what I tell myself.

I cannot be waiting no more.
I'll close my eyes, and I guess I'll be fine
I can't waste no more of my time with whisky and wine.
And whinging and whining.

And you know, I was well asleep tonight before I even closed my eyes, so I can't give you what I should
So I suppose this is the spot where we both start, and I'll take out my burnt out heart and I will strip it back to wood.

So you know that I would fall asleep tonight before I'd even shut my eyes, I guess I've tried as best I could.
And I know that I can't go, but you can't stay, so I'll just keep whittling away until I've stripped it back to wood.
				

And the spaces between were so wide 'n elongated
I thought I'd combust when it got to the spend
Oh and feeling around, think of time that we'd wasted
Spaces apart like a means to an end.

And the face that you made, had its place in the middle,
And vastly I made what I thought I was in.
Woah, and sleeping aloud, you were talking in riddles,
But amazingly I understood everything

So it began, like it never ended.
I took it slightly,and made no vow
I never thought it real like I pretended
But you taught me how.

Fleeting it was, and in no way sustaining
Cut like a branch that was busting to sway.
Beating it out, I'm in no way complaining
Do you not understand what I'm meaning to say?

Just lay my head, upon the foreign dirt here
And water it lightly, inhale the clay
But all I can do, is sit and wait it out dear
I taught you to fly, so now fly away.

So then it starts, like it never ended.
I took it lightly, I get it now
It never turned into what I intended
But you taught me to reach, you taught me to teach
And I taught you to fly, so now fly away.


And the face that you made, was the face of an angel
				

[Instrumental]
				

I tried to teach them, I pleaded with them
They wouldn't listen to a goddamn word I said
I tried to help them, I tried to warn them
They wouldn't listen, lord and now their son is dead.
See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines.
And there be danger where the gridlines meet...
I see them glowing here on the surface
They're running deep lord, deep within the dirt
And the streams were crossing under his bed there
And that was why lord, why their young boy hurt
But hell, they put all their faith in Jesus
But where's your Jesus when the devil does his worst?
You want an answer, to heal his cancer?
Then move his bed along closer to the wall.
See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines
And he's sleeping right there, where the crosses fall
But they say I'm crazy! They ALL think I'm crazy!
"Ohh, you're just an old man who's clearly lost his mind!"
But your son is dying! Oh goddamn, he's dying!
And it's all because of the water in these lines!

See, I see Gridlines, sometimes in straight lines
And there be danger where the gridlines meet.
I tried to warn them, but he died last autumn
There goes another soul that I wish I could have saved
I tried to help them, but they had to bury him.
And don't get me started on where they've dug his grave...
				

I am not the one to know
Cover me with beans and promise
I am not the one to know where I go when I am laid to rest
I am not the one who needs
I must have been asleep, or dreaming
I am not the one who sees, or hears my pleas, when I am laid to rest
Through my hands, and through my heart
To my head and to the stars...

I am not the one to know
Cover me with seeds and moonlight
I am not the one to know where to go 
When I am laid to rest.
				

[Instrumental]
				

You want a chance to make things better?
Or do you think that things will always be the same?
You think you can keep it together?
You'll re-invent yourself when nothing's left to gain.
Well here's your chance it's now or never....

You think you're competant and clever?
You'll re-assess yourself when no-one's left to blame
I could go on like this forever....

And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
that daybreak comes an hour or so too soon

So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, a lucid dream
coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.


And everything sounds like the Beatles.
And maybe you just feel like rolling like a stone...
WIth playlist queues and record needles
Regress and re-interpret, claim it as your own
and justification seems feeble

You're stuck exactly in the middle
When you're inside it's hard to see how much you've grown...
And now I'll stop speaking in riddles...

And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
that daybreak comes an hour or so too soon

So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, a lucid dream
coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.

Submerse yourself in isolation
DO you really think that you are better off alone?
Is it less of a frustration?
Did you envisage this, is it what you've always known?
Is it hard to pin the location
And are you sick of this narration?


Do you respond to this coercion?
Can you adapt to which way this lonely wind has blown?
Did you know you're singing in 3rd person?

And it's all enough to get you on,
You'll find out in the morning sun,
that daybreak comes an hour or so too soon

So it's all in all, and in between
A starting gun, a lucid dream
coz the sun can't hold a candle to the moon.

AND ALL IS EXACTLY HOW IT SEEMS
AND I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT THIS BULLSHIT MEANS
WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE DEATH AND YOU'RE BURSTING YOUR OWN BALLOON

WHEN BLACKNESS IS YOUR BRIGHTEST SPARK
AND YOU'LL UNDERSTAND WHAT LIGHTS YOUR DARK
WHEN YOUR SUN CAN'T HOLD A CANDLE TO THE MOON.
				

Tryin' to lead me up on that mountain, something's
Telling me I shouldn't go up there.
Calling like a siren song, sweet and soothing
but cautioning me to beware....

Why would I be thinking that something's up there?
Really wish I knew what I'd conquer
Try to put it off with some form of distraction
But it leads me to further despair.
Pacing up the hallways, mumbling under my breath
Wishing I could tear it from myself
Last time I was up on that mountain, all I hoped was on the other side, wasn't.
And feeling dirty and ashamed, scratched up like the awful thing had conquered me
I wish that I could even stop thinking bout it
Or even have a spell from its calling
I start to see a side that ain't worth exploring
Start to see that side in me...

Staring in the mirror, wish I saw something else
Reflecting something greater than myself...

Kinda wished that I was more brave and focused..
Kinda hoped it wasn't so easy
Kinda start to thinkin' I'll climb that mountain, if only just to see what I could see...

Sitting at the table with my hands in my face
Wishing I could tear it all away

YOU CAN'T TELL ME, ITS ALL BEEN TOLD
SUCH A SACRED GIFT TO HOLD
COZ THE WHOLE THING IS GETTING OLD,OLD,OLD
				

I heard all about you, and Girl I understand
Because lord you're just a woman and hell, I'm just a man
So you thought you'd say your vows in an attempt to make it right
But it's just making things that much worse girl, when you hit it every night


IF ITS ALL THE SAME TO YOU
I JUST NEED TO KNOW IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE
YOU KNOW WHAT WE COULD DO?
LAY DOWN MARA, I COULD CHANGE YOUR Tune

I know that there's a history, and I know your duly bound
And I know of your frustration, and girl so does the rest of town
But OH! can we not live our lives with no reservations or haste?
You need attention it feels so intense
And we can't let it go to waste



AND ITS ALL THE SAME TO YOU
I JUST NEED TO KNOW IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE
YOU KNOW WHAT WE COULD DO?
LAY DOWN MARA MAKE ME FEEL BRAND NEW
				

Well it seems like forever
Since the time before the last
And our moments together
Were all over much too fast

Well I tried to remember, what my heart was like before
Turns out I got nothing, and I wish I had more...

I cannot begin to imagine, the way that you're feeling tonight
It's hard to go on in the dark winter's morn, tell me why ain't I getting it right?

SO TELL ME IS THIS REAL? AND IS THIS HOW WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BOTH FEEL?
HOW CAN I BE SURE? COZ I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
OR IS IT SOMETHING I JUST HAVE TO BELIEVE?
SO TELL ME IS THIS THE END, AND HOW MUCH LONGER DO WE HAVE TO PRETEND

AND HOW WILL I KNOW, IF I DON'T GO TO SEE YOU AGAIN?

SO I WAKE UP AND SHIVER, POUR SOME COMFORT IN A GLASS
I WATCH THE RAIN DRIP THROUGH MY FINGERS, I WATCH THE WHOLE MORNING PASS
LORD I KNOW THAT YOU'RE OUT THERE, JUST WAITING TO BE FOUND
BUT THE RAIN GETS SO HEAVY, AND LORD I HOPE I DON'T DROWN

SOMETIMES I GET ANGRY AT NOTHING, I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY MIND
I'VE HAD IT SO WRONG IN THE PAST FOR SO LONG, IT'S JUST GOT TO BE RIGHT THIS TIME...
				

Far too long and far too sore, from taking less and giving more
'Twas all too cold, as cold as frost, the signs were small, then signs were lost.
Stamped the fire out and took, one last breath, and one last look
Silence does as silence will, the sky is thick, and silent still...

Believing isn't any good
Believing isn't as it should
Wasn't here, or must have been
Or maybe just inside that dream
And madness is another word
For taking all you've seen and heard
And cramming it in your minds cleft
So what to do when nothings left?



you TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, CAREFUL WHICH YOU CHOOSE
THEY MAY REVEAL YOUR ANSWERS, STILL IT DOESN'T MEAN THEY'LL SOOTHE
TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, BUT ONLY ONE OR TWO
I CAN POINT THE SKY'S DIRECTION, BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU

hold the skin to open breast, tiny heart with zero rest
hard to end, and to begin, worse to spare, or let it in
the blood will ease, but never stop, and fragments of the time will drop
and everything is different, sure, but less is less, nor any more.


TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, ANY ONES WILL DO
THEY FIGHT THE MOON FOR LIGHT A LOT, AND RARELY THEY ENDUE
TAKE YOUR PICK OF STARS, no matter big or small
Some stay up forever, yes, but some will have to fall.
				

[Instrumental]
				

From the moment he saw her
He knew that he was for her
Never mind she's a giant
And completely reliant
On certain things he couldn’t possibly begin to provide

They were wed in the autumn
With a ring she had bought him
But her folks were against it
And they weren't in attendance
"What's he wanting with a giant, what’s he got to hide?"

Well, her face, it was horrid
But her heart, it was solid gold

You see, late at night
With young Malcolm asleep
She would creep out the back door
And despite the creaking floor
She'd make her way onto the street
The wee hours of morn
Is when she'd return
With her crumbling body tired
Her jewel eyes still bright and wired
But slowly she'd drift off back to sleep...

Malcolm, dust them, you can't trust them
Use your feather duster, bust them
Don't play kind now, don't play blind now
There's only one way you can find out

Malcolm, powder, rock and doubt her
I can feel there’s somethin’ about her
Don't be scared, it isn’t fair that
You should bear her bad behaviour

For a time things were dandy
Bought a house that looked fancy
Making love was quite chalky
And she used to play naughty
Now all she plays is silly games of darting 'round the truth

And she once was persistent
Now she seems non existent
Her rock body and wire frame
Became harder to maintain
And to be fair rock-giants are much prettier in their youth

And her true colours showing
And her stories were growing old

You see late one night when the fires were out
The giant laid an egg
They laid there both in bed
She said, "Malcolm, soon we'll have a child."
Malcolm, dust her! You can't trust her!
Use your dusting broom and bust her!
No more tears now, it’s quite clear now
You have been sterile for years now

Malcolm, there's your proof right there of
A problem you just must take care of
Do as you oughta, fetch the water
There's more to her than brick and mortar

Lining up the town's men one by one
He damps his broom, and dusts them down
And when he's done he will compare it
To what's on the giant's egg
When it hatches, if it matches
Malcolm take your giant bride and
Smash her chest, take to her with your hammer
And pry out her golden heart

Malcolm, dust 'em. You can't trust 'em
Use your feather duster, bust them
Don't play blind now, don't play kind now
There's only one way you can find out

Malcolm, dust 'em! You can't trust 'em
Use your feather duster, bust them
No remorse so dig your claws, oh
Teach 'em that you're brave and awesome
Malcolm, dust 'em! It's disgusting
See them how they kicking, fussing
Send it out and stop the rumble
End it now and watch your trouble

Malcolm, dust 'em! Face adjust them
Take her golden heart and crush them
Schluck and muck them, deconstruct them
Use your mighty hammer, F*** them!
				

[Instrumental]
				

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Metal Metal Metal, is falling on my steel
Icy cold and iron hot, the world before me kneel
I bring to you a metal hymn, perhaps a metal carol
A plethora of steely treats, there's metal by the barrel
There's leather in my metal on my chopper made of fire
(It's a chopper/valkirie hybrid) blasting through a metal pyre
I bare the weight of metal, as I'm loaded with the might
No-one dare to challenge me, I've already won the fight

We play for for sorcery, and magic, and wizards and pain
We play for cauldrons, and demons and souls die in vain
We play for Satan, vikings, axes, fire, volcanoes, muscles, death...
...but mostly metal

My index is extended, oww and my pinky too
Denim, spikes and patches, chains and leather through and through
I signed my name in blood it made me feel a little woozy!
'Cause when your starving for the metal then beggars can't be choosy

We live for warlords, and victory, and tattoos and mead
We live for dragons and Odin and spreading our seed
We live for hammers, solos, booze mustaches, armies, blood and sweat...
...but mostly metal...
...metal...
...metal... AHHHH!!!
METAL! GO!

[Metal Solo]

I'm going mad with metal, all I see is metal skies
The water runs with metal and without it I will die
The mountain's made of metal and there's metal in the hills
I've changed my name to metal, just call me "Metal Mills!"

I'd really love to stay and chat, about my metal story
But it's here that I must leave you on my path of metal glory
I swore my soul to metal, but it's getting hard to tell
Just really where I'm headed, to Valhalla? or to hell?

We fight for honour and safety, electricity
We live for reference sections in the library
We fight for armour, captains, glass eyes, wenches, basements, Wagner, pants and gloves and buckles, glory, Castle Greyskull, welding, Giants, Egypt, oil and gnomes, and thunder, some more wenches, Krom and other things...
...but mostly metaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal