Little Rag Doll

DESPICABLE
(Lyrics:Tom Creese; Music:Leo C-B/Tom Creese/Calum Burns)

I don't give much to charity
I don't shop at the grocery
And though I seem amicable
I'm despicable

Well, I love my family
But I don't want a dynasty
(And yes that's unconditional)
'Cause I'm despicable

Yet I am the model of masculinity
Hiding behind my mask of humility
Well, some people judge me, most think that I'm lovely...
...(erroneously)

Well I support the economy
So I support inequality
I don't think that it's fixable
'Cause I'm predictable

Well I don't like the monarchy
And I don't like monogamy
And since I have no principles
I'm despicable

Yet I am the model of masculinity...


Despicable

Divide And Rule

(Lyrics: Leo C-B; Music: Six Broken Sticks)

You act like your boots don’t knock
Like the knickers are an H-block
But if Auric could get his hands into Fort Knox…

Now my fingers aren’t gold
I’ve got no Midas touch
But the touch I’ve got might just make you blush
(Well, it might just)

Just say the word and I’ll come
Just scream my name and I’m yours
There’s no shame, no shame between 
Consenting Adulterers

You act like you never dip your wick
Like you’ve got bubble wrap wrapped round your prick
But no cold shower will do the trick

So here you are waiting for your headline act
Waiting to become somebody’s doormat
Well why not warm up with the warm up acts?

Just say the word and I’ll come 
Scream my name and I’m yours
There’s no shame, no shame between
Consenting Adulterers

So let’s dispense with the niceties
And wake up the neighbours with the sound of your squeaky settee 


Consenting Adulterers

(Lyrics: Tom Creese; Music: Six Broken Sticks)

I would fall for you hook, line and sinker
I would seal the deal but I need the clincher
I’m not allowed to see yours
You’re not allowed to be mine
Unless you jump ship

And the cynics will think that it’s priapic
A quick fix for the terminally static
But when Helen fell for the seduction of Paris
Wouldn’t you have jumped ship?

And now I’m only making matters worse
By inviting impending solitude’s curse
As the trickling tears, hot; bathed in grief, collide or disperse

And now I’m caught, forever forced with the bane of guilt
Ringing remorseless piercing sharp
As a cold stillness infects the arteries

So is it worth it?
Is it worth it?
Could you ever jump ship?
Could you ever jump ship?


Shipjumping

By the Book

LIBERAL GUILT
(Tom Creese)

Boarded up streets and petty loose change
A garlic press and incremental pay
Well there’s no point cryin’ when the milk’s already spilled
How can you settle down with your liberal, unforgivable guilt?

Whitehall marches, offshore havens
The wandering gaze and the smell of bacon
Well there’s no point cryin’ for all it can be milked
How can you settle down with a liberal, unforgivable guilt?

Compulsed to consume, repulsed by it too
Your conscience and your status are in a bitter feud
Well there’s no point cryin’ when you could just take some pills
But will they help you settle down with your liberal, unforgivable guilt?

Well there’s no point cryin’
Well there’s no point cryin’
Well there’s no point cryin’ when the milk’s already spilled 
How can you settle down with a liberal, unforgivable guilt?


Liberal Guilt

Wasting Skin

Lyrics: Leo C-B
Music: Leo C-B/Tom Creese

That's not my phone alarm: it's the nightingale
And star-crossed lovers rarely prevail
Oh apothecary: fetch the aspirin
My head is poundin' with the self-doubt and gin

But oh, I thought I was Romeo
But I've been cast Caesar
While Paris waits in the wings

That is my phone alarm: no nightingale
And all that's left now is a bittersweet betrayal
I shouldn't have let it happen, but I'm in a funny place right now
I'm glad you were there though, as messed up as that sounds

But no, don't you fret
You'll always have Paris
And I will wait in the wings



Paris

Lyrics: Tom Creese
Music: Tom Creese/Leo C-B/Calum Burns

In the olden days
I stayed true to the script
I didn't deviate or commit a fatal blip
But then I thought I caught the lurgee
For thinking outside the idiot box
And now I can’t conceive of conceiving of anything unorthodox
Oh…

‘Cause I don't want it thrown at you
Neither at me, more importantly
If you’ve no faith in your life
Then you're in luck
We always do things by the book

Quirks seldom work in a world where fear often lurks
But if you stay straight-laced just to save some face
Then you might still go beserk

‘Cause I don't want it thrown at me
Neither at you, more importantly
If you’ve no fear in your life 
Then you're in luck
You don’t have to do things by the book

By The Book

Lyrics: Tom Creese
Music: Tom Creese/Leo C-B/Calum Burns

Well, I don’t give much to charity
I don’t shop at the grocery
And though I seem amicable
I’m despicable

Well I love my family
But I don’t want a dynasty
(And yes, that’s unconditional)
I’m despicable

Yet I am the model of masculinity
Hiding behind my mask of humility
Some people judge me, most think that I’m lovely…erroneously

Well, I support the economy
So I support inequality
I don’t think that it’s fixable
’Cause I’m predictable

I don’t like the monarchy
I don’t like monogamy
And since I have no principles
I’m despicable

Yet I am the model of masculinity
Hiding behind my mask of humility
Some people judge me; most that I’m lovely…erroneously


Lyrics: Tom Creese
Music: Tom Creese/Leo C-B/Calum Burns

How is your father?
I bet he’s your mother’s brother
I bet that he’s redundant
Genetic underclass; Proletariat
And they just won’t get out of this farce

My school is better than your school
It’s where the cool kids and fools learn to divide and rule

I had to graft hard to get into Oxford
I had to pull my finger out to get where I am now
So I’m entitled to my entitlements
You’re not entitled to your benefits

My school is better than your school
It’s where the cool kids and fools learn to divide and rule

It was back-slapping hour in the corridors of power
Where “it’ll all trickle down” with a urine shower
And it’s all smiles in the square mile
Despite the hand-over-fist fiscal mist with no blue flashing lights


Six Broken Sticks consist of miserabilist vocalist and guitarist Tom Creese, Leicester-based bassist Leo C-B, and the splitter of sticks: Calum Burns

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