Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe
Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager'
He was the manager
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off
I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya
Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter
Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-O
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance X 3
Mit-Dem! X3
Don't wanna be a mit-dem! X4
Pick the fleas mister
Eat y'self fitter
Eat y'self fitter?
Eat y'self fitter
Who tells you what
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what'll you do when the rental's up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to...
Eat each other
Eat y'self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y'self fitter
(Eat y'self fitter)
Portly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured X4
Mit-dem
Don't wanna be a mid-dem X4
The centimeter square
Eat y'self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y'self fitter
MARK E. SMITH, PROFESSIONAL ASSHOLE IN THE VEIGN OF SID. THE WORLD IS A SADDER LESS ANGRY PLACE WITHOUT YOU.
2 comments:
This would be an excellent song to have looping in the background while you physically torchered someone.
I have tried to eat myself fitter but the older I get the harder it is. When I was younger I could eat better for a week or two and I would be fit and slim. Now if I eat healthy nothing happens. I continue to get fat and slow. I guess I have to exercise too. But fuck that shit. Exercise is worse than torcher.
Yeah this song is a bit of a struggle to get thru
Though I respect a lot of the music that came out of the punk movement (and love some of it)
~ a lot of the music was just orchestrated noise
Now I've never liked exercising one bit
I can play sports or do something fun to exercise
But to just go in a gym and work out?
By Jove, that sounds awful
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