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| ANY LAST WORDS? | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Fell in with Bad Company Said they ran a country Selfless for the nations sake, Took on the gig, got on the make In this fine democracy Untainted by Hypocrisy Jump-start the economy, Big fellah back hand Bon Hommie It’s so hard to keep your fingers out When you’re standing next to the Till It’s not hard to keep the sheep nudged out While you’re wolfing down all their swill It’s so hard to keep your fingers out When you’re standing next to the Till It’s not hard to keep the sheep nudged out While you’re wolfing down all their swill Any Last Words Any Last Words Here’s my racehorse he said with pride, Bled these suckers ‘til their veins dried Put this country back on it’s feet So name the east stand after me Here’s three gurneys in the hall Here’s where Faiths Dad lay after his fall Here’s where Charitys Mother cried On this one Hopes Grandfather died. Do you know how sore it felt? Tighten that belt. |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| THE BALL IN THE BACK OF MY NET | BUCKET OF SHIT | |
| The sea of green turns black and bitchin’.
They’ll soon invade the pitch The unseen commentator says I’ve not got started A ghostly linesman signals to the ref who calls me over takes my name And books me for being heavy hearted I’m staying in when I should be charging out the forward move was like a clout I went in two left feet studs showing The ball was gone I’d not seen where. It caught me staring in’ thin air It’s been slipped through – a quick one two. The ‘keeper’s swallowed a bee. Now there’s a ball in the back of my net again I’m not sure how it got there it just flew in out of nowhere Now there’s a ball in the back of my net again It was floated in obliquely and it caught me out completely It’s not rolling ‘round or bouncing –sits there giving me a trouncing If I’d just get on with it and boot that ball that sits there mocking me Mocking me from the back of my net I still wake up screaming at some referee on an empty field in the silent dark ‘til The ghoul winks at me, smiles and blows his whistle while jogging backwards, turns and points the way back to the center circle I can’t drag my legs they feel like cement filled beer kegs Now the commentary team are rubbishing my chances I just can’t get up to clear. I just can’t shift up through the gears It’s been slipped through – a quick one two. The ‘keeper’s swallowed a bee Now there’s a ball in the back of my net again I’m not sure how it got there it just flew in out of nowhere Now there’s a ball in the back of my net again It was floated in obliquely and it caught me out completely It’s not rolling ‘round or bouncing –sits there giving me a trouncing If I’d just get on with it and boot that ball that sits there mocking me Mocking me from the back of my net You’s should be playing for Republic of Direland You’s are worse than Northern Ireland You’s are worse than San Marino You’s are worse than Tony Cascarino |
Did you get complacent? Was the drug too pure? Were you objective or did you just object? Thinking you'd endure Did you learn any lesson? Would you do it all the very same? Did you take anything at all forward? Are you still doling out blame? Did you whinge when smacked with a bucket of shit Or did you scrape it off and make compost out of it? Did you whinge when smacked with a bucket of shit Or did you scrape it off and make compost out of it? Are you feeling any better? Are you still feeling cursed? Regret's like trying to re-cork a fart You end up spinning on one spot Flailing your arms and making matters worse Are you completely for real? Or are you just a smoke and mirrors farce? could you use a soft warm shoulder to cry on? could you use a good hard boot up the arse? Did you whinge when smacked with a bucket of shit Or did you scrape it off and make compost out of it? Did you whinge when smacked with a bucket of shit Or did you scrape it off and make compost out of it? |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Niall Quinn |
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| CUTTING CREW & IT BITES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I can’t be sure, I can’t be certain But just in case now lock the door and close the curtains Into the closet or under the table Just like we would if it was anyone from cable I heard a keyboard, Oh what a fright The intro chords of I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight Quick to the tool shed, behind the mower Who would’ve guessed that they’d go busking door to door? I’m going through you if you slow down any slower I’m going through you if you slow down I just heard Cutting Crew & It Bites Brand new from Cutting Crew & It Bites I just seen Cutting Crew & It Bites Blow out that candle, turn off that torch They’re singing Calling All The Heroes in the porch Quick pass the rifle, I’m getting even They’ve had their fun now it’s time most of them were leaving Do you hear knocking? They know we’re close I hear footsteps and the rustle of trench coats You kick the door and I’ll go blammo Make sure you’re quick now right behind me with more ammo I’m going through you if you slow down any slower I’m going through you if you slow down I just heard Cutting Crew & It Bites Brand new from Cutting Crew & It Bites I just seen Cutting Crew & It Bites |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| DAY 13 | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Wake up early on day thirteen The Skies are bruising and mocking me And now it’s all change please And now all’s diseased Wake up early on day twenty-two. Pull on wet tackies and shoot on through The air loves my pain The ground yanks my chain I’d burn the world if I had a match. I had a heart but it turned black I’d burn the world if I had a match. I had a heart but it turned black I had a heart but it turned black Wake up late on day forty-one With some fringe benefit name long gone Up the garden path Now I need a bath Waking up again –day thirteen. Except it’s day three thousand four hundred and three But this cold is real And I’m old as I feel I’d burn the world if I had a match. I had a heart but it turned black I’d burn the world if I had a match I had a heart but it turned black I had a heart but it turned black I had a heart but it turned black Unless I’m wrong it’ll pass over in a minute Get back to pissing away the rest of my days. |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| FATTENED COW MEET SHARPENED AXE | FRANKIE GOES TO HOLLYWOOD | |
| Fattened Calf meet sharpened axe. I sense you're tense you need to relax You might just feel an uncomfortable pinch And It'll be over and done in a cinch. Sharpened axe meet fattened calf And may I say welcome back on the staff You're looking slim you're looking trim Looks like you've slashed a path to the gym. That's good coz the customers here are unpleasant Be they cow pig chicken or pheasant And there's never a one of them grateful And they're commonly spiteful and hateful And it only gets worse before it gets better Who knows when that is maybe never And it only gets worse before it gets better Fattened Calf step right this way. Mind you don't slip watch out for the spray. Climb right up here onto the grate. Step lively now we're all running late. Sharpened axe keep true and keen. Size up the eyes and aim in between. How good you've felt. You're looking svelt. Now take a swing and smack it a belt That's good coz killing floor sounds unpleasant. Be they cow, pig, chicken or pheasant. And there's never a one that stops quakin' Be they ham, pork, sausage or bacon. and it only gets worse before it gets better Who knows when that is maybe never and it only gets worse before it gets better He hung asign over the door it said Welcome My Friends, to the Killing Floor. Be afraid no more. |
Flashback all the wasted years and the buzzing flea still at the ear. Infected cuts don't heal as such they just numb so that you don't feel so much. I still sometimes see mugs of tea and telling you all that's new with me and yeah like you'd care ...yeah I know that's not on and I'm not being fair. Yeah ....But I just worked out what it felt like. Like Frankie Goes To Hollywood staring at empty dancefloor tiles, knowing they'd never again be tax exiles. yeah staring at empty dancefloor tiles Knowing never again, never again. Just like Holly and Paul and Ped and Gnash and Mark worked out that when something's over -then it's over Lash back all the pints stared into in all the places that I've been to. Then winding up back here Still staring blankly in my beer. I still sometimes take puzzled issue tearing at the old scar tissue- hold it up to the light, then the heat makes it itch like mad all night Yeah ....But I just worked out what it felt like. Like Frankie Goes To Hollywood Watching the Wildlife drop like a bomb ...in at twenty eight,-thirty six, -fifty nine ...gone. Yeah watching the wildlife drop like a bomb and it's gone and then it's gone Just like Holly and Paul and Ped and Gnash and Mark worked out that when something's over -then it's over Frankie Say: It's Over |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Niall Quinn |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| HAEMORRHAGE | HEAD | |
| Doors kicked where's she? Can No one help
me? I came straight here when i heard will she be okay? No there was nothing. Not an inkling Though she'd sometimes drift away will she be okay? and I thought before work nothing that we fought before work we'd sort it out this evening yes we'd laugh at it this evening I don't care she's still in theatre I really need to be with her Her hand's like Greenland. I can't understand how could I miss something like this there was no warning the stress and tension I should pay you more attention You'll see a new me when you wake up tomorrow morning You've been the one since we first met You've been the one. Don't leave me yet I'm going to take proper care of you from now on. I'm very sorry sir she's gone. |
I fled into a beer soaked amber fit. Now my head feels like a pig shat on it last night each sentence spoken was a blast but now each sentence sounds like breaking glass I know that it doesn't auger well to be mixing lager with rose, liebfraumisch and red now they're sloshing 'round in my head. fell out of my bed faster than I fell into it. Now my head feels like a pig shat on it. last night was inspired by Beamish and half a bottle of gin. Now all I require is some aspirin. Tell Mrs. Cline the wines just fine, tell Mr. Best I'm well impressed Tell Mr. Moon I'll see him soon, tell Mr. Reed well done indeed. we asked for a label beer rider. They offered us champagne-cider and some stuff from Austria instead Now it's sloshing 'round in my head. My eyes are red my face is puce, My jaw feels numb my teeth feel loose My jaw feels numb my teeth feel loose Tell Mrs. Cline the wines just fine it's the gin and whiskey bother me |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
| HEADSMASHEDIN | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we can say goodbye I'll briefly teach you how to fly I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we'll have one last tiff Then both over the cliff You know your taste in films and music and TV makes me sick You know your new Davinia jeans just make your arse look big I'm tired of your sarcasticness. Our last fights are fought. Do you still labour under the impression that I care who Leeds United bought? I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we can say goodbye I'll briefly teach you how to fly I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we'll have one last tiff Then both over the cliff You would drink the red sea if they'd fill it with brown ale And stumble home inebriated or spend the night in jail You silly cow sarcasticness is not a proper word. I crashed into your yellow Punto in the drive -you never heard. I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we can say goodbye I'll briefly teach you how to fly I'm going to take you to Headsmashedin Where we'll have one last tiff Then both over the cliff |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn / June Molloy | Words & Music : Name |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
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| LEGALISE MURDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Dull job stuck listening to my radio and
there's nothing on that's not rotten Dog in a car in the summer heat, dying in the backseat is more fun I only wish it was sour grapes. If they were bullet shaped and if I had a gun what work I'd get done But listening to a cat going splat in a fanbelt is more fun - more fun So please legalise murder because I just can't listen any further so please legalise murder just for me So please legalise murder because I just can't listen any further so please legalise murder just for me So I switch on the news on my T.V. but it isn't news it's all opinion They've got us listening for the silence of a coal-mine budgie because it's more fun On and the box blinks and there's no need to think because the angle's already been spun and listening for the screams of a test lab rabbit is more fun -more fun So please legalise murder because I just can't listen any further so please legalise murder just for me So please legalise murder because I just can't listen any further so please legalise murder just for me I'll take all your hassles, undo all your pain I'll make your streets a safe place to walk again If you legalise murder just for me. So please Legalise murder just for me. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise just for me. At least decriminalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise murder. legalise just for me. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise just for me. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise murder. Legalise, legalise just for me. |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| MURDER HE DID | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I had a plan, an opportunity and I grabbed
it yes I did. No nosey coroners nor cheap P.I.s, not a single pesky kid Though she has her medication though she sometimes forgets The longer it goes on the more frustrating it gets So out foul spot from my house and my mind Out foul spot and take your cellulous behind She was a vain thing. And she'd get jiggy with the chefs and she was selling grandmamas paintings And now they tell me that Angela Landsbury has unpleasant plans for me has Jessica phoned to say she's on her way? And now Angela Landsbury has unpleasant plans for me has Jessica phoned to say she's on her way today? She say's I've come a long way in a decade and not moved in the last ten years This is all history ancient pisstory and too many spilt beers Do I still know what date it is? Does she know just how late it is? So out foul spot out from under my roof. Out foul spot 'til I see a shred of proof. Walk away Miss Fletcher or you'll not be the first to leave here feet first on a stretcher And now they tell me that Angela Landsbury has unpleasant plans for me has Jessica phoned to say she's on her way? And now Angela Landsbury has unpleasant plans for me has Jessica phoned to say she's on her way today? |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| NINETEEN NINETY [1990] | PLACEHOLDER | |
| In the summer of 1990 I learned to swim in a river deep enough to hide Acruiser and 'Mike' class submarine We sometimes laugh at what could've been. I very nearly drowned and got told The guy who shoved me is sound as a pound. In the summer of 1990 An old man in a pub explained to me There is nothing malicious or cruel In FIFA's parentage rules Said, "If your Labrador has pups in a greenhouse Are they vegetables or dogs?" Back in summer of 1990 The whole town except me went to see Prince. They all sang Ole Ole Ole Prince stopped and asked "Who's gig is this anyway?" 'And Justice for All' And me stayed home … Couldn't have cared less, Went stone deaf in the process. Back in spring of 1990 In another world. Back in spring of 1990 I met a girl. I can't get off the page. I can't get off the stage Though the gig finished hours ago. I can't get off the booze. I can't get off the pills Or the thrills or the bellyaches. In the summer of 1990 In the summer of 1990 In the summer of 1990 In the summer of 1990 |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| ROADIE-ING FOR WOLFSBANE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I left this life some time ago resigned to
the direction That I knew I’d surely go when I expired. For I had sinned I’d even killed and now I knew I would be billed But things changed in hell when I arrived. “We have no rack on which we can inflict commensurate pain So I’m sending you back up there again…... Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane And you wouldn’t believe the grief and suffering that’s become my daily brief Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane Now everyday I tune guitars, then more guitars Then more guitars, then more guitars then I set up the drums. Four bassdrums and two-score toms And three is what damnation means to me And shifts a gear when stage time comes. The smell of stale beer and dry cider pissed along the stage door lane. Are you ready to rock Slough? They’re back up there again and I’m sidestage… Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane And you wouldn’t believe the shite I’m forced to listen to every single night Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. I’m reaching for a screwdriver to plunge in my poor brain But I’m dead already and know no other pain than Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane. Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane Roadie-ing for Wolfsbane And you wouldn’t believe the shite …every single night And you wouldn’t believe the grief …that’s become my daily brief |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| SOMEONE TELL THE SAD MAN IN THE DREAMTEAM JERSEY | PLACEHOLDER | |
| If we’d tumble weed it’d tumble with impunity
through this stand out ‘cross that terrace. Way across this field a mobile sings a Britney tune . We shake our heads and laugh but feel embarrassed . We’ll not be invaded by sea and colonised again. Next time it’ll be by Sky. There are two fine teams on Shannonside. Two more up the coast . But no-one cares and worse no-one even asks why. Yet as tall tales go they don’t come any taller than this wretch or felch or whatever he’s called. He’s not even a real footballer. It’s sad that life ain’t fair. It’s sad it won’t get any fairer. But nothings quite so sad as a dreamteam jersey wearer. Pass and go Mr. Bandele, tell me can you do this really ? Or will you pass and stand there looking at me like a dipstick? On your feet Mr. Bandele, he only grazed you really . On your feet kid you'll want to be touching up your lipstick . You folks with homeground at whichever end of Seven Sisters Road . Don’t it wind you up the way they style it? So don’t patronise the dragons lair, pulverise it from the air. Though it’s mostly just Goodison Park tinted violet . Yet as tall tales go they don’t come any taller than this wretch or felch or whatever he’s called. He’s not even a real footballer. It’s sad that life ain’t fair. It’s sad it won’t get any fairer. But nothings quite so sad as a dreamteam jersey wearer. There’s two grand clubs in Manchester . There’s no such place as Harchester !!! Fine old sides by the Lagan, by the Liffey and the Lee . There’s a great team on the Aire and a few more ‘cross the Mersey . Tell the sad, sad man in the dreamteam jersey . It’s sad that life isn’t fair. It’s sad it won’t get any fairer. But nothings quite so sad as a dreamteam jersey wearer. But nothings quite so sad as a dreamteam jersey wearer. But nothings quite so sad as a dreamteam jersey wearer. |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| THIRTYSOMETHING | PLACEHOLDER | |
| When I was fifteen fags cost just pence Debbie Gibson could eat apples through a diamond mesh fence By the time I was a seventeen year old ugly pup I’d found Godflesh, They Might Be Giants and the World Cup When my streak of piss namesake ran the ball past Van Breukelen In Buddies the free pints were running down my chin too Now I can’t go drinking without the slightest remorse Coz It’ll take me four days to get back on my horse I can’t rock’n’roll anymore now it’s CMTV for me Now I’m thirtysomething I turned nineteen in nineteen-ninety-two when radios bled ‘It’s my life’ somehow I just knew there’d be no space now for Tail-lights to fade there’d be no room for a what genius had made with pop all but lost well I shacked up with metal Now my metals old school and nu metal quite frankly sucks donkey balls Now I can’t go drinking without the slightest remorse Coz It’ll take me four days to get back on my horse I can’t rock’n’roll anymore now it’s CMTV for me Now I’m thirtysomething My drumming days are gone and yeah that’s kind of sad My twin bass-drums silent now my knees are gone bad I’m deaf as a post from the hi-hats and amps I’ll be buying myself hearing aids and installing ramps I can’t chase skirt anymore I can’t catch up and even if I could I’d get called a deviant anyway Now I can’t go drinking without the slightest remorse Coz It’ll take me four days to get back on my horse I can’t rock’n’roll anymore now it’s CMTV for me Now I’m thirtysomething |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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| WHISTLE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Fifth night in a row I swore I'd stay home.
Do something constructive and well …more productive but the barman's last calling again wetting my whistle Panned out on the bed listening to my head. I don't find lights blinding just thumbscrew reminding and I never mastered my fear of the dark so I whistle I whistle Now I'm thoroughly inspecting the walls on both sides of the road when he sides up to me This ghost that I know, this man died years ago. I was there at his funeral I saw his coffin closed Now he's psycho-kinetic and I'm paralytic and he's reading the riot act to me "Get your ass on that wagon, no more drinkin' and shaggin', no more brown, black or white stuff or green or red dragons", and I whistle. All I can do is whistle Now your vulgar cravings, binge drinking and raving have left your poor parents hearts broken. But it all stops right now, my foot's coming down. There the foot's spoken What's a big lad like you doing sniffing glue and anything else that you reckon might give you a high well you can kiss 'em all goodbye I'm going to save the fifth born of my second. All I can do is whistle. All I can do is whistle. So I whistle. |
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| Words & Music : Niall Quinn | Words & Music : Name |
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