Standing around just
For seven days a week
I won’t even get no signing on fee

I feel ripped of, yeah
Hey, what about you?
Where was I born,
what are we gonna do?

But this I say

We have the right to work …

I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring
But let me tell you, having no future is a terrible thing
Standing around just waiting for a career
I don’t take drugs and I don’t drink beer
But this I say

We have the right to work…

Yes we do!

I don’t even know what tomorrow will bring
Having no future is a terrible thing
Standing around just waiting for a career
I take lives and drugs
And I’m pissed up yeah,
’cause I’m a nutter

We have the right to work…

Janet:
Step Four

John:
Janet and John worked in a pickled onion factory.

Janet:
Now they are out of work.

John:
Are they out of work?

Janet:
Yes, they are out of work.

John:
This annoys them somewhat, as they feel they have a right to work.

Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.

Sitting on the gear, drinking from a can
that we stole from a gig in Birmingham.
Motorway food, whiteline blues,
thunders on the airwaves singing „Born to lose”.

Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.

Yeah we remember: Going back in the van
heading back to Düsseldorf as fast as we can.
We did the gig but we didn’t get paid
’cause they didn’t like the racket we made.

Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m know you do.

Who knows why we loved it? We haven’t a clue.
It started off being just something to do.
The fun just faded and died.
Now we’re in the big time, oh what a shame!

Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.

Things are looking up we`ve come a long way.
Lying by the pool in sunny L.A.
Hello Cadillacs, goodbye old van,
but we still remember when ever we can.

Do you remember? ‚Cause we remember, we do.
Do you remember? I hope you do, I’m sure you do.

Breakin’ a string in the first number,
breakin’ another one in the next.
Roadies earning more than you,
God bless the fucking crew.
Never getting paid,
almost getting laid,
the old van breakin’ down,
miles and miles from town…

Do you remember the Rockafellas?
You don’t? Janet and John do. They were the four lucky lads from London
who went to Hollywood in search of fame and furtune.
Never to be heard of again.

I’m lying in the hospital
I’m pinned against the bed
A stethoscope upon my heart
A hand against my head
They’re peeling off the bandages
I’m wincing in the light
The nurse is looking anxious
And she’s quivering with fright

I’m looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)

The doctors are avoiding me
My vision is confused
I listen to my ear-phones
And I catch the evening news
A murderer’s been killed
And he donates his sight to science
I’m locked into a private ward
I realise that I must be

Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)

Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)

I smash the light in anger
Push my bed against the door
I close my lids across the eyes
And wish to see no more
The eye receives the messages
And sends them to the brain
No guarantee the stimuli
Must be perceived the same when

Looking through Gary Gilmore’s eyes (4x)

Gary don’t need his eyes to see
Gary and his eyes have parted company

Mmm, you’re so pretty
Not to talk to you would be a crime
Aah, let me put my arms around you
Just wanna use up a little of your time

And I go
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl

Aah, your eyes are so pretty
And the clothes you wear they’re so fine
Hey won’t you come round to my place
Just wanna use up a little of your time

And I go
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won’t you be my girl

I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
As I’m peering through the shutter
I can feel my heart a flutter
And the lens is getting steamy
As the room is getting seamy
Watch out for my reflex as I’m giving you the bird

Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic from a Kodak Instamatic

I wanna take some dirty pictures of you
The dirtier the better only filthy will do
As I rig up my umbrellas
And the props are getting hotter
The actions getting frantic
As you going through your antics

Head up, leg up, chest out,
can you what don’t be absurd

Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic from a Kodak Instamatic

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty pictures

Dirty pictures turn me on
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
They give me strictures but I have to keep on
Taking pictures dirty pictures
I get my kicks up in the attic

Dirty pictures!

Janet:
Step Three

John:
Janet and John have a hobby. They like to take pictures.

Janet:
And let me tell you, we’re not talking, hmm, about holiday snaps.

Nasty nasty walk the streets at night
Nasty nasty loocking for a fight
Nasty nasty you’re the reason why
Nasty nasty made somebody cry

What the hell is wrong with you
What the hell you going to do
You gonna do

Nast nasty always telling lies
Nasty nasty never really tries
Nasty nasty want to make them pay
Nasty nasty brave to turn away

Nasty nasty rivals blaming you
Nasty nasty all explotion news
Nasty nasty adding up the score
Nasty nasty what’s it really for

Nasty nasty shockning head to feet
Nasty nasty think you’re really neat
Nasty nasty into something new
Nasty nasty soon that won’t be true