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A Brilliantine Mortality
Disc 1
01. What a Waster
02. Heartbeat
03. Street Gang
04. Billy Jack
05. Steak for Chicken
06. Back When I Was 4
07. Ban Marriage
08. Shortboard City
09. Bad Luck
10. Hugh Grant
11. Good Man
12. Fearless
13. Oscar Brown
14. Friends of a Smile
Disc 2
01. Jessica
02. Don't Dance Her Down
03. Childhood Memories
04. By Your Side
05. High Tide
06. My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose
07. The Whole House Is Singing
08. Freckles of Gold
09. Come on Over
10. Younger & Younger
11. Nearer Than Heaven
12. Guiding Light
13. Looking for Roses
14. Back in the Summer of '72
15. Pretty Like Drugs
16. The Modern Age
What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside, you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the Book of Revelations
Or the Beano, or the unabridged Ulysses

Oh, I really wanna know
So tell me where does all the money go
Where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose

And I never really liked it anyway
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed, paying my rent
He was knocking on the door for something that she lent her brother

Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tomorrow now, save me from tomorrow
Oh no
Oh no, not me

And I never really liked it anyway
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Never really liked it anyway
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside, you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt