Lyrics - Whatever Makes You Happy

think bigger

think bigger
snap your trigger
drop your figure
think bigger
on a greasy pole on a slippery slope
takin' comfort in a god of no hope
hating one and all makes you a fool
i'm bracing myself for the mental health
you are bleeding a species dry
coz there's certain things you won't try
another fuckin' song about unity
but it's a truth coz it's a purity
who's the guilty one?
often negative
from it he can't run
coz he wants to live
so we have resorted to an anthem chorus
coz everything eventually will fuckin' bore us

london boy

he's there to be seen with his haircut n' all
spouting conversation with a depth of fuck all
because bein' ripped off is his pleasure
of his wealth it is a measure
coz he takes his joy in his brand new toys
which serves to annoy coz he's a
london boy and full of shit
wearing stupid clothes coz he thinks he's it
he's the london boy but he's born in surrey
always makin' out that he's in a hurry
coz he takes his joy in his brand new toys
which serves to annoy coz he's a london boy
this song has no substance or meaning
it was born out of a bad morning feeling
coz he loves everyone really
well, very nearly
because he takes his joy in his brand new toys
which serves to annoy coz he's...

brian

something's buggin' me
it's the call of the country
i wanna grasp
but its such a task
what the humans wanna be
coz there's a caveman in his brian skin
and he's wanting for nothing
he just wants to know where he's been
coz he can't believe what he's seen
safety in numbers is a human blunder
spend your life travelling unravelling harrowing harrowing tales
coz there's a caveman and he's got his suit
and he's wanting to meet up with you
he just wants to know where he's been
coz he can't believe what he's seen
push it faster
then you make it harder
but you're not my master
and you're not my father

supply and demand

white van man he's the anti-paedophile
while he perves at the school girls he is in denial
with the sun on the dash-board
what can dirty cash afford?
coz he's the poor tory in all his glory
he's the white van man
his work is his tan
what's the latest scam?
he says he ain't racist
he says he doesn't mind 'them'
as long as 'they' don't go near him
and as long as he can't find 'them'
he's the back bone of england
or britain when it suits
it depends on the disputes
or sport as everything's fought and not played
i'm dismayed

main man

he ain't that thick, he puts it on
he is so quick, he makes them run
intimidate with an attitude
he isn't safe, but oh so shrewd
main man, what is your plan?
he is so bright, he leads them on
a one man fight, no man's son
a rebel with a cause that he fabricates
he can't create, only aggravate

whatever makes you happy

they hate each other, that's as maybe
but they're stickin' together because of the baby
coz it's what ever makes you happy
she's got two she shouldn't want
and another one on the way but she loves them anyway
coz it's what ever makes you happy
he gets beaten up twice a day
but it makes him come in a certain way
coz it's what ever makes you happy
he works in a factory, a satisfactory
'for 30 years i think you'll find actually'
coz it's what ever makes you happy

colourist

a colour's a colour
a brother's a brother
hate came out of boredom
but you could not ignore them
where do we go from here?
i'm lost for words like a shot down bird
my blood's driyin' up it's the last good ruck
you know you're not racist
do you have the brain power to face this?
what is indigenous if you look to history
to me the basis of your argument's a mystery
i'm disappointed
a people disjointed
coz hate came from boredom
and you could not ignore them

the shock

i couldn't breathe
i couldn't see
i took a time to decide
which bits i could hide
because its so harrowing eventually
people harassing intentionally
why should i mind?
it's all that i could find
it's created in your head
when you've been left for dead
being born is one thing
i do not understand
being born is hating
why not lend a hand?

where's humanity?

sometimes i find it very hard
it's almost impossible to be a part
of a global collective
feeling so defective
fighting ourselves creating new hells
where's humanity? it's not in faith
where's humanity? it's not in race
where's humanity? it's in your face
come on and use it, it's in the music
sometimes i wonder if we ever move
sometimes i ponder what we have to prove
one thing's for certain is together we're more
music can connect people of that i'm sure
so much to hide, some misguided pride
so much to learn, but heads get turned
by a need to belong which is not wrong
but sometimes i feel i don't know what's real
just tell me...

innocent civilian

can you see him falling down, falling down
would you care if he was dead
would it cause a stir, he prefers
to attention seek when times are bleak
time's running out for the boy
there ain't much left that he seems to enjoy
coz he's intent on being self destroyed
coz it's too easy to search for the cheesy tune
give it all up for the pressure's dropped just like before
what do you do when you see no past
what do you do when your meaning disappears fast?
do you hope you're not alone, human phone?
possibilities run too high say goodbye to motivation

angry day

does no one take notice of your hopes and dreams
and tell ya which route you should take?
well tell them straight, life is what it seems
it's your own route that you make
because it's fuckin' bullshit!
why aren't you the best that beats all the rest it's too much
this one's not as good as the last one
well what do you expect it's too much
calm down
are you lost in a way that you wanna be found?
is your mind thinkin' to a whole new sound?
everything seems to be a fuckin' competition
of modern life it is a condition
everyone is different so celebrate that
rather then turning every poor cunt into a fuckin' door mat

snob

i'm comin home to the sound of the drone of what is livin'
where children play their adult games, i wonder what they're missin'
coz who's the snob?
i'm riding thru the streets with you that made me cry
where people soldier on for far too long under the lies
a damaging pop song ruins your week
and when a friend ignores ya, you lost but seek
the people that are shouting but is it for you?
do you run away or run straight thru?
choose your storm, choose your tea cup
coz you can't always make, make your own luck
choosin' what to wear to appear not to care
is damaging the brain
and hiding the pain
of who's a snob

chain pub

chain pub standard menu
theme pub what a venue
no means yes you lower no tone
burberry prams leave them at home!
coz it's new old adverts made to fit in
standard fittings what town am i in?
i'm in a chain, lame, shame, pain pub!
coz it's a certain type of music to show off with
makin' sure that they all think you look the biz
necessary actions to be taken on the floor
this is so poor, how can you ignore
because 2-4-1 looses its fun
when you realize where you are but goin' home is just too far
you're in a chain pub
what's trapped me here inevitably beer
dirt bag blues no hippies attend
of life and culture it is the end
for some reason it eats my soul
non human colours, where's my rock n roll?
if i could afford to buy a boozer
now that i would love
coz i'd let it rot, i'd let it rot
till it resembled a pub!
not a fuckin'...

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