Soap - Lyrics

Ooookay, here I begin the unenviable task of scraping together the lyrics from scraps of toilet paper to our new album Soap. Let's begin at the very beginning, a very good place to start....


Hang Ups of the West
Roll down my Oxford English chest,
I ought to carry you the best
In the cradle of my sugar rich tongue.

Although you yearn to be,
I cannot quite believe
that you haven't been before

Forget the hang ups of The West

You're 19 wayfarer,
Washing off the sunshine sweats
Forgetting the hang ups of The West

We might as well do this properly,
Take it's body down to the sea,
This Imperial Mess is bloated at best

Forget the hang ups of The West

Before.....

Forget the hang ups of The West


Elizabeth

Was it 80 'cos I heard it was a little more,
650 lost behind your door,
Your little palatine boy was off at war,
You were more than just a caretaker for the cause,
Did you wanna,
See that daughter,
Touched with water,
Is that your torture?
There was something wrong with the wedding home,
The day you took up arms to the village bone.


Elizabeth, What have you done?

You were lying in your bricked up bed,
In Vienna they were crying for the royal head,
Your teeth were longing for milk and bread,
All you had were memories of the dead,
Do you wonder,
Who is under,
The summer gardens,
Are you big enough?
I will never see every single deed,
I can only be sure you'll never come for me.

Elizabeth, What have you done?

The children sing their song........


The Boy with the Bad Mouth


He was born in a basement, No height to his name,
All fingers in the bowling ball of family shame,
Kept under lock and key, 'til he found alcohol,
And unleashed on this little world his big scary soul,
I said, "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning".

On the subject of honour, he fought tooth and nail,
'Til a death for my family, unless I end up in jail,
With a head full of chemicals, park bench for his bed
I said "Son you're gonna wind up dead, before the morning"

He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.

A brute from the off, a real pain in the neck,
All sympathy for the boy was never kept,
His final curtain call - a drunk blow to the head,
I said "Son you've gone and wound up dead, before the morning".

He had love for his mother, he had love for his Queen,
He had love for his Girlfriend when he was 16,
But the boy was born with a bad mouth, that he can't keep clean.

I'll get the remaining lyrics up in a short while
Fab xxx