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Quickstep

I knew my youth couldn't last forever
I knew some chords so I got the band together
Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
Forget these luxuries, I've got myself another buzz

Now you don't see me, now you do
Pretty soon you're going to see what punks can do

I stole some tunes from the radio
I lost my nerve but it didn't show
I found some friends with a little faith
Less money and no taste

Now you don't see me, now you do
Pretty soon you're going to see what punks can do

But you've got to work at it, what a drag
You've got to work, work, work, work
You can't lag behind, lag behind, lag behind
I want to get this gig over
And I don't want to see it again
But I don't want to go until it's over
And I don't want to die in pain, die in pain

2-3-4! I knew my youth can't last forever
I'll sing the words until I can't keep the band together no more
Oh! to do the quickstep on a Saturday night
And hunt like brave man with a flashlight

Now you don't see me, now you do
Pretty soon you're going to see what punks can do

The Great British Mistake

The Great British Mistake was looking for a way out, was getting
complacent, not noticing the pulse was racing - the mistake was fighting
the change, was staying the same. It couldn't adapt so it couldn't survive,
something had to give, the people take a downhill slide into the gloom,
into the dark recesses of their minds.

I swoop over your city like a bird
I climb the high branches and observe
Into the mouth, into the soul
I cast a shadow that swallows you whole
I sweep, I climb, I suck, I swallow you whole

Bring out the drip-feed, they're losing their world, they're losing their hard
boys and magazine girls, advert illegal, TV as outlaw, motive as spell.
They'll see the books burn, they'll be 451, it's people against things and
not against each other, out of the pre-pack, into the fear, into themselves.
They're the great British mistake - the genie's out the bottle, call in the
magician, they didn't mean to free him, devil behind him, devil in the
mirror, chained to the right hands. They're the great British mistake -
they'll have to come to terms now, they'll take it out somehow, they'll
blame it all on something. The Great British Mistake - when will it be over?
How can they avoid it?



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Created by JJu: January 31, 1996        We are just bored teenagers

Last Updated: January 31, 1995