


Squeezed out the tomb to tributes and jewels (you poor thing)
Your first steps are met with flashes and glares (you poor thing)
And rest assured it won't get easier for you
Just straighten your back and do what you're supposed to do

You hear of recessions in succession (you poor thing)
On luxury tours from Mali to Scunthorpe (you poor thing)
A duty-free life never free of duties
No mutiny, just scrutiny and beauties
You poor thing

Armoured glass and a backstage pass (you poor thing)
Will we see you adorned with a crown of thorns (you poor thing)?
Will you tire of this deference?
Will you tire of the use of the future tense?

Squeezed out the womb to tributes and jewels - you poor thing


You Poor Thing

Someone’s got it in for me
Woe is not you, woe is me
It seems like I’m always caught between
The devil and the deep blue sea

You want the handshake before we've even agreed
You want me anchored when I'm going at great speed
I’ve been up and down everywhere between
The devil and the deep blue sea

Someone’s got it in for me
I am praying for immunity
From the running battle
Of the tittle-tattle
It seems I'm always caught between
The devil and the deep blue sea
(Chorus)

I cross my heart and hope to die
When I play his advocate all night
Get sodden in the wrong, take a dip in the right
As nightmare premonitions fright

(Chorus)
(Outro)

The Devil and The Deep Blue Sea

Old man King, Old man King everybody loves Old man king
Old Man King, He wrongly thinks all my songs are about…

He brought us all together back in 2010
If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t made have any friends

Old man King, old man King everybody love an old man king
Old man King what’s he doing on his birthday probably…

Losing on Football Manager, 
Sipping on some cheap home-brand gin
Missing his Scandinavian
Wayward lady and old maid

Old man King, old man King everybody love an old man King
Old man King old man King everybody loves Old Man King

He brought us all together back in 2010
If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t made have any friends
You can call him the don or the president
And when it comes to friends he sets the precedent


Old Man King

Despicable

Red Letter Day

Eyesaw

In Retreat

They would have us believe it was accepted socially.
Lust with a shove was just a tickle on the belly.

But now the creeps are in retreat
The creeps are in retreat
They’ve cast off their gowns, and they almost tasted defeat

Fashionable philanthropic causes amid muffled, agonised noises
Well, the voices of fantasy only permit certain choices

But now the creeps are in retreat
The creeps are in retreat
They’re still on their thrones, but they almost tasted defeat

They’re in retreat...

In Retreat

Mesmer

We have been trying just to hold it all together
All of the mesmer somehow keeps us pacified
I can remember the time before the data rush
But now with the endless lenses…
Can anything be certified?

Should we glow in the gleam of the mesmer?
Should we glow in the gleam, and let it fester?

Well, I want to glow in the gleam of your mesmer
I want to glow in the gleam and let it fester

Mesmer

Earthly Pleasures

I've succumbed to earthly pleasures
I've surrendered my worldly mind
Somebody put me under special measures
Got to be cruel to have a spine

The hollow winter winds they slap their wrath around my bones
The hollow winter winds they wrap their wrath around my bones

I am now reliant on the warmth of strangers
Shuffling on in a daily bind
Now defiant in the face of danger
Almost indifferent to the passing of time

Well the icy frost it wraps its trap around my toes
Well the icy frost it wraps its trap around my toes

Nothing...is keeping me here aside from the gnawing pre-ordained fear

Earthly Pleasures

Plurality of experience
Worldly in our grace
Cleaved into wishful thinking
I wouldn’t want to dampen it
A purpose was not ours to fit

Forged the right profile
Not quite the identikit
Bolstered them bit by bit
I guess it feels almost rich, rich to be a hypocrite

Progress is such a waste
(Fancy you showing your face)
Progress now feels so quaint 
(It’s all a matter, it’s all a matter of taste)

From here who knows what will happen?
Dams will burst, dust will settle
Timid folks will show no mettle
But then it’s hardly our fault
We’ve been rubbing wounds with our own salt

A Matter of Taste

Sitting Ducks (Redux)

Best Behaviour

Cold Wars Never End

Now I’ll tell the story of the masterplan:
I see all before me; I seize what I can

When will I see the glory?
When will I see the glory?
When will I see the glory?
After all, after all?

Safe play starts to bore me: I want to take my chance
Oh you must deplore me, but respect my stance

When I see the glory of the promised land
That’s when I feel the fury of a cheated man
Now I see the glory...

Tom Creese

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