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A Sister Like You Auteurs Two sisters sighed Said, 'We might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers' And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me 'Dis, you come down in the shower' Their mother A Sister Like You The Auteurs Two sisters sighed Said we might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me Did you come down in the shower Their mother cried Her After Murder Park Auteurs After Murder Park - Auteurs Esme could you shut the door And put the oil lamp on the floor I feel it coming on again Just like it did on saturday Voices after murder park In the damp in the dark Idiot Brother The Auteurs They were hanging on For grim life They were clutching at straws They were sure That the ship was at port As it sailed far from shore They were keen philosophers They were keen on hurt They were like A Unsolved Child Murder Auteurs People 'round here don't like to talk about it Presumed dead Unsolved Child Murder Since they dragged the lake you know they seemed au-fait cordoned off some wood and gave the photo to a psychic The Upper Classes Auteurs Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home Make you glow in the dark Make you light up the room on your own Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I'm in cahoots with Lights Out The Auteurs Lights out, come on baby, turn the lights out Romeo and Juliet, we can be like them Come on, Leslie, turn the lights out Lights out, last exit on the motorway Drive out to the woods turn on the radio After Murder Park The Auteurs esme could you shut the door and put the oil lamp on the floor i feel it coming on again just like it did on saturday voices after murder park in the damp in the dark maybe we should call the law maybe Bailed Out The Auteurs Your star is descending Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room On the wing We can bitch But it ain't a tinsel town Hey! Dead Sea Navigators The Auteurs tatters from perth to john o'groats the dead sea navigators should've been seperated at birth and of course i loved them dearly and i miss them now they're gone the dead sea navigators wished they'd had a The Rubettes The Auteurs clothes Tune in for the top ten Monday morning's hours away Say goodbye to the weekend Slip between the sheets with my brand new friend Doo wah, sugar baby love (Sugar baby love) Another night alone, a Unsolved Child Murder The Auteurs People 'round here don't like to talk about it Presumed dead Unsolved Child Murder Since they dragged the lake you know they seemed au-fait cordoned off some wood and gave the photo to a psychic Presumed I'M A Rich Man's Toy The Auteurs I'm a rich man's toy Sick of the way you've been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games I'm a rich man's toy You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led Coming up sometimes for air I'm a rich man's Housebreaker The Auteurs When I first met you You were not house trained A backwoods trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine all mine There's no honour Amongst thieves So we worked together A varied Land Lovers The Auteurs in a basement flat lying undercover in a head full of height were a couple of lovers i'll buy you some energy i'll buy you a beer hotfoot it downtown if you move i'll shoot land lovers - terrified of the The Upper Classes The Auteurs Some of the clothes you stole from your lovers home Make you glow in the dark - make you light up The room on your own Formative years were a drag but we passed the time somehow I'm in cahoots with the Daughter Of A Child The Auteurs You've had your fill of laughing gas And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When you broke into the girls bedroom The daughter of a child Said she's got the whole thing Fear Of Flying The Auteurs you may be wary of fallen stars they're always poking around in the dark the aeriel view of a dying man screaming out can you help me invisible man you must be wary of ghosts in the dark they know all Modern History The Auteurs Spend your life cutting up words With a knife I light a candle for each night You waste your life Modern History On the third floor Well they're never gonna forget us We're the most famous People that Junk Shop Clothes The Auteurs Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere They're out of season It's betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes Will get you... 1967 The Auteurs "In 1967 In 1967 The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five I think we should have a child soon In 1967 No pop in our record collection The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us I think we should count Tombstone The Auteurs taking out the garbage at the columbia hotel nobody got a ticket out of cripple town better call suspension - bakelite and dial we'll take the fucking building out - baader meinhof style every day, every Everything You Say Will Destroy You The Auteurs well they sent back all the bodies who were looking really hopeless well it didn't seem that callous till they stopped you in your flow she's surrounded by her wardens and they're looking really nervous Starstruck The Auteurs First child and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out rehab And I was born I was starstruck When I was young It's never too soon To tread the boards I was in Vaudeville At age five Home Again The Auteurs Home Again Housesitting again Rifle through Your possessions and stuff Things that you Are ashamed of Home again, housesitting again Looking through photos At the back of your drawer The way that you looked New Brat In Town The Auteurs "new brat in town new brat in town who's been found counting aloud - when there's a new brat in town your precious things your precious dear and a chat show host went and cut the throat of an off-shore Asti Spumante The Auteurs "Asti Spumante he's frozen orange He is a good lad raised on the water It's a little less tat then your council flat It's a little less flat then your counil tat When I was younger when I was nothing How I Learned To Love The Bootboys The Auteurs I'm in love A rat tailed girl Scared to dance Our church hall But it's better than being bitch Slapped in the shrubbery While the teatime classes Watching I TV Chartbusters, Bootboys All right, oh yeah School The Auteurs I am waiting for a man To collect me from the station He will drive me past your house And the bridge and the precinct Later on he'll stuff my mouth With flies, sit astride me I am waiting for Buddha The Auteurs happy birthday buddha happy hunting, happy hiding, happy new year i hope you get yourself together i hope your absence is made clear i first learned, their was a value in a little subterfuge from some