SING ALONG TO YOUR FAVOURITE BIN WEASEL TUNES
RAISE YOUR VOICES
What a place to start a band: a desert full of shifting sand, where reconciling town and gown might be the only game around. What happened to the local scene, where punk rock kids might dare to dream? A litany of empty pubs – it’s no surprise that we gave up.
Will you raise your voices one more time? Can’t you see I’ve been here all the while? Can we pretend that everything’s alright? Can we make this moment last all night, or will we let it die?
Standing on a tiny stage is where all our mistakes were made. The chances that we never took and all our promise overlooked. But now and then a fleeting glance, from someone in the audience. Someone really likes this song, and I can see you sing along.
Look at how the mighty fall. I used to have the wherewithal to write it all down. But now the page is ghostly white and all that I can think to write is how I miss my stupid friends and how it always works out in the end.
I KNOW WE’RE BROKEN
I know we’re broken. I see it in your eyes. The words unspoken. The pain you feel inside. I know you’re hurting. Guess what, I’m hurting too. We hurt each other baby. That’s just what humans do.
If this is the last time that I see you, can we keep it fun? It was so perfect when it started, before it all went wrong. If this is the last time that I see you, always remember: baby you’re the one.
Let’s get a taxi out to that place we love. Where you attacked me for all the shit I’ve done. Won’t it be funny to walk in arm in arm? Like we’re still lovers, when we’ve done so much harm.
I am so sorry for all I put you through. The same old story (you pulled your punches too). What are we doing? When did we get so wise? Are we still lovers? It’s time to say goodbye.
MODEL
I love your bone structure. I love your vacant stare. I love the way you walk. I love that you don’t talk.
You’re my love revolution. I’m seeking a solution. I’m so fragile in my skin. I can’t buy love, but your the next best thing.
I love your pouting lips. I love your curvey hips. I love that you don’t give a shit. I love that you get paid for it.
I love the drugs you take. I love the fuss you make. I love your shimmy shake. I love the way you make me ache.
CARNIVAL
The city lights they shone down on our faces as we moved boldly into oblivion. A passing cab it caught our imagination in the headlights there was no looking back. I don’t know how to explain this, but I think this is dangerous, need some room to escape. The pretty girl in the mirror, she isn’t your killer, but this place isn’t safe.
This feather boa’s strangling me now. This prima donna’s out to get me now. This leather whip, it’s gonna sting me now. I need to quit. You’ve gotta get me out.
In this illusion we’re a captive generation content to live well inside the box. Our lives so plastic, synthetic, pathetic and we are known for our material worth. I don’t know how to explain this, but I think this is dangerous, need some room to escape. The pretty boy in the mirror, he isn’t your killer, but this place isn’t safe.
Stuck in this hall full of mirrors I am conscious of our inherent brutality. Peace through superior fire power a motto that can only ever end in greed. I don’t know how to explain this, but I think this is dangerous, need some room to escape. The pretty girl in the mirror, she isn’t your killer, but this place isn’t safe.
LINE ‘EM UP
I walk this parade of well selected apes. An avenue of kings and queens trying to make the grade. The brightest and the best forget about the rest of us, forget about the things we’ve lost. It’s driving me insane.
So show me what you’re worth. Why they put you on this earth. You won the lottery at birth, but you bite the hand that feeds. We all know what you did. The secrets that you hid. We all know what you didn’t do. Let’s put an end to this.
Line ’em up and we’ll knock them back down.
The rattle and the hum. The threads that came undone. The lies that fell apart. The breaking of our hearts. When all is said and done you’re not the chosen one. Middle fingers in the air. Wave ’em like you just don’t care.
I walk this parade of well selected apes. An avenue of kings and queens trying to make the grade. The brightest and the best forget about the rest of us, forget about the things we’ve lost. It’s driving me insane.