LYRICS FOR PUNK POLICE

All Lyrics by Smith except All Over Again lyrics by Wakefield

NEVER ENOUGH

Vodka burning in my brain, my eyes are full of lust, My balls are aching oh so much, I think they’re gonna burst. Can’t wait to get you home, right here will have to do, Don’t care what happens now, As long as I’m with you. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough. Drink and drugs never enough, You know the way it is, Like when you’re coming down, Just one more, wrap of whizz Just one more toke, one more beer, I need to fry my brain, my liver, lungs and my head will never be the same. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough. Ankle deep to the makers name, Sweat pouring down like it’s fucking rain, My hands are full, my eyes are too, I need more limbs, got things to do. Chorus: Oh no! It’s never enough. YOU’RE SO MEAN You said we’re going out, so why am I alone? Sitting here drinking, waiting by the phone? You said you’re gonna call, but then you never do, No wonder I’m sick and tired of you! Chorus: You’re so mean! Seen you carrying on around town, Giving me that run around, It’s the same old story, again, again, again! ‘Don’t worry honey, were just friends!” Chorus: You’re so mean! I’ve tried real hard, but everything is wrong, You’re gonna miss me, when I’m gone, It ain’t my fault; it’s down to you, I’m gonna find somebody new.

EVERYTHING’S SHIT

Everywhere that you go, Everybody that you know , Everything that you eat, Everybody that you meet Everything you wanna do, Everything you wanted to, Everybody that you see, Everything you wanna be Chorus: It’s fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! It’s fucking rubbish. Every fucking boring day, Every record that you play, Everywhere you’re going to, Everyone that knows you Everything that makes you glad, Everything you’ve ever had, Everything that you are, Your sad existence so far. Chorus: It’s fucking Bullshit! And I hate it! It’s fucking rubbish. Everything’s shit! Yeah, what you gonna do about it, Yeah nothing Ah come on then, you fucking tossers! It’s fucking bullshit, and I hate it, The Wern’t are fucking rubbish, and you know it! I hate every thing about you; you sad bag of crap, I wish you’d just fuck right off Away from this fucking earth, You pathetic, Gormless piece of spasticated shit. I wanna fucking . . . Everything’s shit EVEN ME!

NO NEED FOR THAT!

People say I’m dirty, my mind is unclean, But I’ve got the right to be heard and seen, You say you don’t like me, you wish I’d go away, Well tough fucking shit cos I’m here Chorus: To fucking stay! You don’t ever listen, you’ll never understand, Just by discrimination dismissed out of hand, Fly away Peter come back another day, Well I’m here right now with something. Chorus: To fucking say!

PARTY TIME!

Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we won’t stop until we’re ill, Flying like an airplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but it’s too late 1, 2, 3, 4 - police knocking on the door 5, 6, 7, 8 - try to run but it’s too late, hand cuffs, magistrate Let’s go upstairs and mess around Getting up and going down In the flesh it’s for real, This is how I like to feel, Ain’t about to hurt no one, it’s our way of having fun Turn the volume up to ten, never gonna sleep again, Chorus: Here we go, one more time, ten more pints, completely blind, Raging like a maniac, give myself a heart attack, Skinning up and popping pills, we won’t stop until we’re ill, Flying like an airplane, never gonna land again. Chorus: Police cell, flashing lights, In the dock, what a night Doors bang, lights out, Throw the book no doubt, Coming down, feeling bad, All alone, so fucking sad.

I DON’T THINK SO

Listen here boy, I got something to say, Time to grow up and pay your way, No getting drunk, don’t fool around, And get your feet back on the ground. Chorus: Settle down with a push button wife. A couple of kids and a cosy little life, Settle down with a push button wife, I don’t think so! Knuckle down boy, you’ll be all right, Work all day, you can sleep all night! Get a nine to five, It’s the way to go, You’ll get a microwave, TV and a Stereo Chorus: Don’t need your friends no more, Don’t get the phone, don’t get the door Are you happy in your insular cell? You think you’re in heaven, But it sounds like hell. Chorus:

SCARY IN THE DARK

So you’ve been out dancing, and now you’re on your way home. It’s getting dark now, and you’re all on your own! Well there’s someone in the shadows, You hear footsteps behind you, They’re getting louder and louder, They’re getting nearer and nearer. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see? You see nothing, cos there’s nothing to see, But you can’t put your mind at rest, And you don’t know what to do for the best? You’ve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone. Just take a look around you! And tell me what do you see, You see nothing, cos there’s nothing to see, But you can’t put your mind at rest, And you don’t know what to do for the best? You’ve got to run and hide, But the dark will always find you. Chorus: Scary in the dark when you’re all alone.

ALL OVER AGAIN

Bazza’s only forty and he’s really off his head, Cuts his arms, Burns his skin, But nothing seems to bleed! Chorus: All over, All over . Mateys gotta little twitchy with a terminal brain disease, Swamp walk down the high street, giggling if you please, The motors try to dodge him, and then he’s sick on the bus Chorus: All over, All over . . . He washed his arse in a puddle, called life x 2. Potty, potty, potty, baby in a guarded room. High dosage pills, needles and wires, and nothing seems to change. Chorus: All over again.

GET IT ON

Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, And her sweaty armpit, you can fuck, The old man up his fucking sphincter, You can fuck Ants old dear with a vibrator. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on! Baby I could be your lady, You could be my lover, Get you under cover, In the back of your car, You can lick my doo dah, No waiting for the night time, Any time is the right time. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on! Baby you can fuck my Granny and her cruddy fanny, You can stick it anywhere you fucking like, Cos I’m fucking gonna, If I get half a fucking chance. Chorus: C’mon, C’mon, C’mon lets get it on!

PUNK POLICE

The beer is flowing and we’re having a real good time, The music’s pumping and were feeling fine. But who’s that walking through the door? It’s P.C.-P.C. 1984 Chorus: Punk Police, Punk Police, It’s, Oh No. The Punk Police, Punk Police, Punk Police, Mind your P’s and Q’s and what you eat You drink my beer and then you slag me down, But we don’t share, no common ground, Your Bullshit theories, I’ve heard before, I don’t subscribe, to your Punk Rock Law! Chorus: I can’t sell out, cos I was never in, Of your right on, political thing, Just more restrictions and yet more rules, P.C. Hitler’s and brainless fools! Chorus: I’m a cliché you’re a wanker! I’m a loser no fucking pop star! You’re a scrounger you must admit! You’re a liar and you’re full of shit!