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Mapedges

 

What do you get

from your ghetto?

What do you crave

from your enclave?

What makes it so special?

What makes it the best?

I’m movin’ out to Mapedges

To get that stuff off my chest

 

I’d like to live

for the moment

I’d love to live

for the now

I’d like to tickle your fancy

But I don’t know how

But I can get to Mapedges…

I’m off there now!

 

Hopin’ I get lost

Hope I get found

But when it rains

It always rains down

Of this be sure

It’s gravity

Just lost the plot for the course

“I forgot where I was going to…”

 

There’s a place I know

I want to go

Wherever I am

I’ve got to go

I’m no Columbus or Armstrong

No Huxley, nor Philae

But I head for Mapedges

I’m on my way!

  

Hopin’ I get lost

Hope I get found

But when it rains

It always rains down

Of this be sure

It’s gravity

Just lost the plot for the course

“I forgot where I was going to…”

 

Turning over the pages

Hoping I get there

I make a break for Mapedges

I never seem to get me there

 

Where am i going to?

Where am i going to?

Where am i going to?

I always move in the wrong direction

 

So, come with me to Mapedges

Your Satnav won’t get you there

C’mon! Let’s go to Mapedges

How will we know when we get there?

 

Where are we going to?

Where are we going to?

Where are we going to?

We always move in the wrong direction.

Where are we going to?

Where are we going to?

Where are we going to?

We always move in the wrong direction.

Deadtown

 

This broken-down manor

In a nowhere bit of England

Is reflected all over

The length and breadth of the island

 

The only work around

Is benefit fraud

Why not blame it on the immigrants

And white liberal shit laws?

 

All the shops have closed down

And the dead’s hand me downs

Are all that’s on offer

So let’s pass ‘em around

 

In Deadtown

Take a look around!

Do you like what you see?

Then come settle down

In Deadtown (Deadtown)

 

They’re building new houses

that none can afford

Shifting knocked-off gear

Please invest in the corpse…

 

No amount of ‘cosmetics’

No flowers in wire baskets

Makeover the cracks.

Guess it’s too much to ask.

 

…And the jobs that will make

This old town live again

The jolt to kick start

The furred up old heart

 

Of Deadtown

Take a look around!

Could this be home to you

Or you just passin’ through?

Deadtown? (Deadtown)

 

And you wonder it gets ugly

Down on the estates

The cheerless made fearless

With no means of escape

 

The local rag runs

With it’s mugging or murder

The local ‘scum’ tagged

With no respect for the ‘Order’

 

There’s Hard Times around

And the anger abounds

It’s a bubbling pot

It’s about to kick-off!

 

In Deadtown

Take a look around!

When the blazing sun’s up

It’s still pissing down

On Deadtown? (Deadtown)

 

…And just down the road

In some palatial pile

They’re quaffing fine wines

All lah-di-dah (lah-di-dah)

 

They’re in it together

The Money and the Power

Tell us “Tighten your belts!”

It’s Austerity Hour…

 

We’re all in it together?!

Is that some kind of joke?

Just bring to the boil

And pour on the oil…

 

In Deadtown

Hope’s up in smoke

There’s a sense of defeat

There’s a stench hanging around

Deadtown (Deadtown)

I Can’t Control My Drone

 

500 quid

Got a brand new copterdrone

Infra red night sight

Video stream straight to my phone

 

With GPS I know where I am

Wi’ my new tool, my new toy

Got 3 axes of stabilisation

Top flight controller boy!

 

I’m gonna hover over your shoulder

At the hole in the wall

I’ll check on the misses for yer

I’m just waiting for a call

I’m ready to fly…

What you looking at? (for who?)

I’m ready to fly

And I’m ready to spy (on you)

 

Got a front facing obstacle

avoidance gauge

Visual subject tracking

at 300m range

 

I’ll deliver your pizza

I’ll deliver your gear

But that is not the reason

I’m flying here?

 

I’m gonna hover over your shoulder

At the hole in the wall

I’ll check on the ol’ man for yer

I’m just waiting for a call

I’m ready to fly…

What you looking at? (for who?)

I’m ready to fly

And I’m ready to spy (on you)

 

Why don’t you go..

Up drone, down drone

Round and round drone

Left drone, right drone

Side to side drone

 

I’m working undercover

Just waiting for a call

Primed to invade your airspace

Cause your plane to fall

 

Got 25 minutes to get the job done

But I can’t control my drone

Got a broken axis of stabilisation

And I can’t find my way home

 

Drone out of control

Don’t know what I’m lookin’ at, or who

Drone out of control

I’ve become the spy without a clue

Drone out of control – I’m lost

Crashin’ through the hole in the wall

Drone out of control – I’m lost

I think I missed your call.

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