ATOM DRUM BOP

THE WORLD BY STORM

THE DEATH OF EVERYTHING

EAT YOUR SONS

SINGLES

 

SINGLES

English White Boy Engineer
Secret Agent

Lucy In The Rain
A.W.O.L.
Do The Square Thing
The World of the Workers is Wild

Death of the European (12" version)
Brainbox (He's a Brainbox)
Watch it Go
Crazytown
Men Without Bones

English White Boy Engineer

Spent my grant on education
I am working between terms
Engineer core specification
English white boy diamond firm

You won't know until you've been there
They've been changes since last year
Blame it on the Afrikaner
English white boy engineer
English white boy engineer
South Africa South Africa

Met a white girl classed as coloured
We are working between terms
I got older I got ugly
I got chopped up late next year
I got chopped up late next year
English white boy engineer
English white boy engineer
South Africa South Africa

Secret Agent

Silence reverential
Full of reserve
Praying for a moment
The lady exclaimed
Not with resentment
Protesting indignation

Not dangerous no
The temperament of a saint
Lady in a firm tone
Shut him up with twenty years

One shudders at the stupidity of it
Now they've let him out
Now they've let him out
Now they've let him out

His parents are dead
The girl he was to marry
Died while he was in prison
His loss of skills necessary
For his manual occupation
He's told me all this himself
With the sweetest patience
It's a pretty compensation
It's a pretty compensation

If that's the stuff revolutionists are made of
(Some of us may well go down on our knees to them)

Oh she continued
In a slightly murdering voice
It's a pretty compensation
It's a pretty compensation

Lucy In The Rain

Her face fell apart like something you'd see in a nightmare
Her mouth and her eyes were just great big black hollows
She didn't make a sound
She didn't make a sound
And after a while her face settled back into beautiful lines

It was Lucy in the Rain
Lucy in the falling rain
It was Lucy in the Rain
Lucy in the falling rain

she stood near me now
White fingers down at her side
She stood near me now she was
Shining in the lamplight
She didn't make a sound
She didn't make a sound
And after a while her face settled back into beautiful lines

It was Lucy in the Rain
Lucy in the falling rain
It was Lucy in the Rain
Lucy in the falling rain

A.W.O.L.

625 lines split across the sky
like an arrow into my eye, Pow!
she got 625 lines tattooed across her brow
The figures in her brow there were
deeper than philosophy
625 lines describing my deformity

the sun ain't coming out in June
the sky is full of ashes
radio yawning around my room
tune the fool and her madmen in

We gone AWOL

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Do The Square Thing

I'm the one who does the square thing
I'm the man who does the square thing
Do the square thing

I'm gonna knock the spots off
I am your servant sir
Master Master
Numberless arms
Master Master

I'm going wondering
Going wondering in the bush of ghosts
I'm taking my arms with me
I would not upset me sir
I've gone fission

When your'e lonely do the square thing

I'm going wondering in the bush of ghosts
I'm taking my atoms with me
I would not split me up sir
I've gone fission

When your'e lonely do the square thing

Master you have many heads
Cut off another grows to take its place
There's fuel for the frame
My name's Johnny, that's my name

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The Wolrd of the Workers is Wild

They never told you when you were young
The world of the workers could be such fun

The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild

You never told me mum
The world of the workers is fun
You never told me mum
The world of the workers is fun

The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild

Oh you never told me
Oh why did you not tell me?

The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild
The world of the workers is wild

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Death Of The European (12" version)

He's got a snapshot
Flash-light at Checkpoint Charlie
Among the searchlights
A balloon idea floats from his brain
The bubble bursts on his face
 
DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN
 
He's in the back seat
Multiplication sex drive
The receiver
He's in credit, he's alive
Now he is happy. He's alive.
 
DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN
 
He is the dead-beat walkman
Of Rock and Roll on the frontier
Listen out for something
American Forces Radio
He's on the late, late Alimony show
 
DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN
 
And now here's twelve year old Tracy With her poem about George Washington:
George Washington was the first great American President
And we honour him
And respect him
And we follow in the true American way
 
DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN
 
He rides the lightening
His snoring drowns the thunder
Finds his dreams frightening
He won't go under he's alive
Wake up tomorrow he'll be fine.
 
DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN
 
A strange figure standing like a monument
In robes of old grafitti
Barbed wire halo pushed down on his brow
Temple of pain
Shaved his head in the Euro U.S. crop
Tatoo Potsdam on his forehead
In the mirror it reads Madstop
Stands like a stone, like a statue, like a momument
Kiss the skull

DEATH OF THE EUROPEAN

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Brainbox (He's A Brainbox)

How high do we rate in the stakes of sedation
And how many do we pop on our way to the top?
And the jukebox has brass handles
I can hear the pumps screaming from my cubicle
They're screaming out renovation
Mother we see no reason for your depression

Hear the babies crying, choking on drugs
On the coalface dying, watching our TV
With an expression like the underground
On this earth where it was born poor
On this earth that promises an angel
For the snob brat Pepsi child

They're moving through the air in my direction
A company of angels at 45 RPM
Mother we see no reason for your depression
And the jukebox has brass handles
I can hear the punks sreaming from my cubicle

Brainbox brainbox he's a brainbox

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Watch It Go

He's playing ball in a violent playground
The stake's are pretty high
He says trouble rides a fast car
He likes to drive his slow
He sits there so collected
Like the pieces of his shadow
He'll dance a black calypso
In the youth club of his life

Persil's pure, persil's gentle
It shows up the warmth of a mothers smile
People are in trouble now
They smother it with style
There's a braze new world around each corner
Get your ticket before they're gone
If you are too slow in packing
You'll always have this song
People are in trouble now

Everybody's got to live sometime
And do the best they can
Everybody's got to live somewhere
And do the best they can

He's playing ball in a violent playground
The stake's are pretty high
He says trouble rides a fast car
He likes to drive his slow

Watch it go, watch it go, watch it go

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Crazytown

Putting it down in crazytown

This is a song for all you crazy
You crazy mixed up kids

Yo-Ho

Old daddy no, he has a dry-lipped kiss
And the human being it does not exist

Hail! Hail, the beast of neurosis
Putting it down in crazytown
Putting it down in crazytown
Say you can't do that, do this!
(Parenthesis)

Oh we're living in bits
The bits don't fit just mix
And this is the sound of brain surgeons fluffing it

Hail! Hail, the beast of neurosis
Putting it down in crazytown
Putting it down in crazytown
Say you can't do that, do this!
Forecast… Breakdown

Everybody's at it tooth and claw
When old daddy no wrecks the jigsaw

Putting it down in crazytown
Putting it down in crazytown
Say you can't do that, do this!
Forecast… Breakdown

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Men Without Bones

You've never had it so good
Riding up high on your armoured dove
You've never had it so good
Hammer and sickle and an armoured dove

Men without bones
Talking on the phones
Telling of weird tales
Dragging along dragging along

You've never had it so good
Riding up high on your armoured dove
You've never had it so good
Hammer and sickle and an armoured dove

Listen, listen

You've never had it so good
Riding up high on your armoured dove

Men without bones
Talking on the phones (it sounds)
Telling of weird tales
Dragging along dragging along
(it sounds like Jake Thackeray)

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