This is the ballad of Morris Maroon Two sided man The divided tycoon… Boardroom devotee Making money grow But night-time and weekends He plots to overthrow… himself Morris Maroon Morris Maroon Two distorted sides Of the same silver spoon Eyes outlined in black Like a living cartoon Saves in the morning Kills all afternoon Threw a petrol bomb At his own limousine Black paint a’ crackling A shout and a scream Calls the judge for release On his gold telephone I’m Morris Maroon And I’m coming home CHORUS (SILVER SPOON) He issued an order To his own secret police To track down the man In the tunnels beneath His own hollowed-out personality They captured him quick He had nowhere to hide Tortured and beaten But just on one side CHORUS (SILVER SPOON) Sends a hitman From Switzerland To obliterate himself Avoiding any mention Of his mental health the ABC Of SCHIZO-PHRENITY Goes to D A is for Anarchy B is for Business C for explosive D - is deformative In a statement to shareholders read out at dawn in front of the smoking and bombed-out form of … Monday morn’…: “Shares they be shorting Boardrooms a slaughter It’s a warning To Headquarters there’s LSD in all the water I’m two halves like plutonium Of one much stranger beast I’m Morris Maroon the most and yet the least” and then he detonated the bomb… BOOM 🤯 A burial 🪦 A eulogy A memorial stone Rest in pieces Mr M You’ll never walk alone CHORUS After Morris Maroon To the relief of all his staff Died of ‘blown to bits’ His gravestone cracked in half When one part fell over on a Sleeping policeman’s head Morris the undead Tried to sue himself instead. This is the ballad of Morris Maroon Two sided man The divided tycoon… Morris Maroon Morris Maroon Two distorted sides Of the same silver spoon If you’re still a’ wondering Who is Morris Maroon Morris Maroon Is YOU

Don’t zoom right in Don’t zoom right in (It’s hideous!) (What is it?) Look at my skin! I’m ugly as sin My details are crusty I live in the bin My trousers are musty My face is all details and fishscales and sin I want no scrutiny of the skin I’m in I got so many details magnify for some fails I’m a crusty mountain range from the craggy age Dinosaur skin Sandpaper chin Morning cornflakes crumbs from the bin Wrinkle crack moats On mountain goats got enough loose skin to make sails for boats I’m a crusty loaf on a rocky coast I’m a slice of toast That’s scattered with oats I’m a hairy coat In a crumpled tote Crepe paper potater A sunken boat I’m flaky pastry A dandruff tree I’m not certain these curtains Of meat are me Pinch and zoom From another room My skin is worse Than the mummies tomb Plaster faster Texturecaster Retch disaster Skinso nastier MIDDLE 8 When the digital photo was early The pictures were more blurry Now that megapixels more You can count on every pore

Tea Coffee Biscuits 10.15 Anthrax virus quarter-to Ten minutes later cracked the gas main Demolition charges blew The centre of the earth is waiting We’ll never answer for our crimes A paradise the hollow earth A place to spend the rest of time Staff meeting Team building Being at the copier… Tea break Lunch break Board meeting… Interview Overtime Schedule PowerPoint… Brainstorm Strategy Internity Ticking days off Diagnosis Tablets Therapy Mortgage Rates… Eating rocks And drinking petrol Breathing fire Can’t concentrate Pushing biros up my nose Painting windows Tippex white… Save time… skip stairs: use the window Exercise my human right. Freefall impact Tarmac car park Rocks and glass that broke my fall Patched me up Back Monday morning Hardly feel the pain at all I used to think that Satan Was the terror and the rogue But when it comes to suffering He’s gone right out of vogue The office desk, a big success A cosy hell on earth They start to train you early on Your number’s there at birth

CHORUS X2 Make Today Amazing… Make Today Amazing… The message printed on your T-shirt says “Make Today Amazing” VERSE Saying… Make Today Amazing when the price of food is raising? the death and wars surprising and the world is cracked and crazing? VERSE Saying… Make Today Amazing When the temperature is rising Population navel gazing And there comes no great uprising ALT VERSE As guns continue blazing It says Make Today Amazing Your T-shirt does the hazing The cajoling and the chiding It’s philosophically degrading I take it as an insult. Implies today if not amazing Is my total fucking fault. CHORUS STANDARD X2 VERSE Make Today Amazing… Am I taking it too straight? It’s just a message on a T-shirt Maybe I’m too late VERSE I get it now, I get the joke I was asleep, now I awoke Sorry if gave a stare I take it back, I see you care ALT VERSE As guns continue blazing It jokes Make Today Amazing Your T-shirt does the waving The uplifting and the cheering It’s philosophically delighting In my mind it makes a rift Today is quite amazing It’s a total fucking gift STRUM OUT MAAAKE TODAY AMAAAZING…

Ketamine ketchup Bourgeoisie Not a pet Effervescent Follicles go free She’s a woman with a strong Identity Sweaty Betty She’s a yeti! Hairy Sweaty X4 Betty x4 She’s a yeti Hair care bear Obsessed with spaghetti My girl Betty She’s a real live yeti Repairs to her lair At the end of a jetty Warm weather Long hair Two metres n 20 Sweaty X4 Betty x4 She’s a yeti Shampoo’d N rinsed Conditioner in Mangle tangle angle Hair in a spin Brush comb air dry I’m not a spy But I peek at my girls Mega furry pie Sweaty X4 Betty x4 She’s a yeti Fringe Loomed Overgrown We are not alone Preps confetti Musculato not Giacometti Swoop comb alone Shiny furry moan Betty phones Furry droney atone

Tougher than Townshend Fiercer than Daltrey Madder than mad Keith McMoon Badder and sadder With a much bigger bladder Than the tall one who died sniffing coke from a spoon The McWhoooooooooo Up from Glasgow Down from Dunoon The McWho are tougher and stranger Than you The soft southern Who They can’t stand a chance Against a tough Scotch McWho With a tartan tough stance McWho are You McWho Who Who Who Mc Pinball McWizard McQuadraMcPhoenia Odder and dreamier summer kilts steamier McDaltrey don’t care Cause his long blonde curly hair Is not just on his head The McWho are hairier EVERYWHERE They don’t wanna die Before they get old They’d rather you died Right now in the cold A tough generation That’s only got tougher The McWho’s the band That wins over the other

INTRO: I wanna ticket For the party bus x4 VERSE: I wanna ticket For the party bus, party bus Need a driver you can trust On the party bus, party bus VERSE: I wanna ticket For the party bus, party bus Tire flatter no matter On the party bus, party bus CHORUS: Blacked out windows Stop us seeing out If we saw daybreak We might start to doubt Sticky floor will keep you falling Diesel powered mirror balling VERSE: I wanna ticket…. For the party bus, party bus (ding ding) Tickets please, This way for sleaze Ring the bell, (ring the bell) I can’t stop, (I can’t stop) Vibing to the clatter of the piston pop (piston pop) MIDDLE 8: Lid on your cup Condom dispenser Gets hardcore But there’s no censor ……… Move up the gears Another round of shots Dispels your fears And I’ve got a lot VERSE: Raw exhaust goes in your nose Rubber tread across your head And toes… Kiss who ya brought or who ya chose No one has a name here No one knows VERSE: I wanna ticket For the the party bus Party bus Need a driver you can trust On the party bus Party bus (SPECIAL SECTION) The magic moment When the driver Walks down the aisle And joins the party For a while Then you know the party’s got style Brick on the gas Plenty of sass We’re on a straight road So we can’t crash… VERSE: Bus takes a dive right off of a bridge Lands on its side Nothing breaks in the fridge Party keeps going forever inside No matter how rough, it’s the smoothest ride CHORUS: Swingers swing out from the bars While strippers shoot ping-pong balls at cars All sway together Like rotten trees If you can’t stand Get on your knees VERSE: Round and round the roundabout We go If you gonna puke Use the right window If you’re too dizzy And you can’t take more Crawl to the exit on the sticky floor MIDDLE 8: Black sticky dizzy box Slingshot disco innuendo Riding on inflatable cocks Playing naked Nintendo I wanna ticket For the party bus x2 VERSE: I wanna ticket For the the party bus Party bus Party bus You need a driver you can trust On the party bus

A N - T I C - A P - I T A L I - S T C - A T - E R P I L - L A R and an S… ‘cause you’ve come this far Anti capitalist caterpillars x4 SPOKEN The bushes and trees Look strange to me Pulsing and glowing Blue and green Is it the smoke? … or the LSD It’s not a dream It’s reality That bush looks like a giant caterpillar Stretching his body … over the lake He’s looking over here Can he see us? Will he think that we are fake? They bring a message don’t ignore Taking over insect omnivores They feast on money, any kind Pounds dollars yen - yeah they don’t mind Political and replicating Their mission to be instigating Revolution for all of you Anti capitalism n’ anarchy too Anti capitalist caterpillars x4 I’m just a man - With no pretensions Do my job and drink my beer Don’t wanna to know about the Revolution Don’t have feelings, Can’t shed a tear But then I saw rise from the ground Giant caterpillars green and brown Glittering eyes saw through the lies And I threw down my tools and marched to town Anti capitalist caterpillars Showed me how to live my life Smash the state, The courts, the police force No more money - no more strife ONE CHORD They don’t care about your fancy car Holidays, clothes or furniture The champagne drain, the private plane Lies that raise the temperature ONE CHORD All just lies to keep you working hard x4 SPOKEN Bankers tip bin bags of 10s 20s 50s Over the balcony into the square Presses keep printing up More stacks of 100s Gold coins in buckets Til cupboards are bare No pockets - wallets - no bank accounts No notes and coins And no owed amounts No debits, no credits, dead loans or bills Just caterpillar tummies filled SPOKEN It was dark in the streets And the boots they beat Money Fires burn And you feel the heat Good to be warm When you’ve been so cold Watch the caterpillars swarm And save the world Crawling faster wriggle round Giant caterpillars make no sound 50 foot long, pulsating faces Eat the ruling classes, leave no traces Feast on money they have stashed Eat the buildings, eat the cash Eat the weapons, eat the laws Eat nuclear bombs, and eat the cause Inequality poverty, caterpillars gonna set us free Seem them feasting - on the dead As they take the night - and turn it red Blessed the day - when they hatched and spawned Bringing us to the anarchist dawn Watch them eviscerate the government Inhale exhale freedom’s scent On the White House lawn - the police are dead giant liberators - wrap in silky threads Suddenly still - If you could see inside The chrysali - then you’d know why Cells liquefy - So the worm can fly Anti capitalist caterpillars - never die They just transform so they can spring Up from the earth on coloured wings The butterflies they start to sing The butterflies they start to sing And from the sky there comes the song… All the butterflies sing as one… And I sing along… Anti capitalist caterpillars x4

We’re all disgusting Hideous, cruel We’ve got bad breath Since back in school… Our shoes don’t fit Smell gruesome too N’ we always eat Disgusting stew And… we’re coming we’re coming We’re coming for you We’re coming We’re coming We’re coming for you Gonna cut you up Gonna cut you up Cut you up for Disgusting stew CHORUS We’re all disgusting… Lumpy, bubbling Brown and blue I’d like to eat a bowl of you x2 Salt and pepper Dash o this and that yeah Boil until It can’t taste better CHORUS We’re all disgusting Hideous, cruel We’ve got bad breath Since back in school… Our shoes don’t fit Smell gruesome too N’ we always eat Disgusting stew x 2 And… we’re coming we’re coming We’re coming for you We’re coming We’re coming We’re coming for you Gonna cut you up Gonna cut you up Cut you up for Disgusting stew

Signe crawled out of the bushes Signe’s got PTSD Signe crawled out of the bushes Where it’s war time permanently Signe crawled out of the bushes Signe’s got PTSD She’s been listening To me play the guitar Listening covertly Could she sit here and listen Sit down near to me? But it was me that listened to Signe The story of her ptsd I can’t share detail - That story It’s private as I’m sure you see There’s a rule between guitarist And patient Musician confidentiality But I can say this… There’s an aftermath inside Signe you see She can’t escape the conflict She can’t flee It’s imprinted in her maybe Permanently We’ll just have to wait and see I hope she can find solace Move out of the facility She’s getting the help she needs now Getting back to our reality… Signe crawled out of the bushes To listen to me play the guitar What goes on in Signe’s head Is like war from afar Good bye Good bye Signe Farewell on the path The way that leads around the lake Ends up where it starts x2 Hope you heart stops aching And you get better fast x2

I’m an urban hitchhiker Wild man on the road I know there’s a bus But I want freedom Got my guitar on my back I’m a roamin’ down the road Got to get my sign set up Get my thumb out rain or shine Never stop rolling Til I get to my office I know, the bus stop is just there Buses come every 10 (5, 3, 1) mins But I just don’t care And the boredom drives you crazy and the crazy drives you poor it’s the boredom that can kill you when you’re waiting for the war // Fast and Clean and efficient And I just don’t care And they’re cheap and well maintained And I just don’t care and there’s free snacks and a blanket Made of cashmere And I just don’t care There’s a fresh baked butter croissant For everyone And I just don’t care there’s real life Hollywood stars performing on a small stage And I just don’t care

I used to be up there Hanging in the breeze Growing up from within I was thin, In the tree All bunched up together Shadowing the moonlight I used up all my energy Coming through the canopy Giving in eventually Brought down with gravity CHORUS Stick on the Ground Stick on the Ground Lying in the dust of everything That used to be around I used to be up there Up there in the breeze Growing up from within I was happy I was free Never really realised The sun went down so many times You’ll never really hear me cry Snapping in the midnight Snapping in the midnight Buds, buds, like pustules Growing from my skin Leaves leaves, like great green hands Spring from within like wings I bent and I swayed I shivered and froze The years went by I just stayed there, But now, now who knows I looked up to see my old home Get higher higher still I’m just a bone discarded From the tree above departed The other branches, twigs and buds That used to be my flesh and blood Don’t see me now I’m in the mud Don’t see me now I’m in the mud CHORUS I don’t have a face or I would would frown Stick on the Ground I think my bark is brown Oh no here comes the dogs mouth Gonna chew me up And throw me down

My brain has 50 bedrooms So please turn off the light My eyes aren’t made for lanterns In my brain it shines too bright Each bedroom has a girlfriend Who’s gone out for the night The covers lie like dirty snow That’s given up the fight My brain has 50 bedrooms I wander in the dark Feel my way down tilting stairs Round doors light splits apart Somewhere voices low and high A conversation long I take a seat and start to write The verses of this song My brain has 50 bedrooms My brain has 50 doors My brain has 50 ceilings 50 walls and 50 floors Each bedroom has a girlfriend Whose gone out for the night The bedrooms are all empty Please turn out the light My brain has 50 bedrooms They’ve cut off all the heat The powers on just once a day I’m trying to keep it neat There’s damp on all the pillows In the leaning candlelight I knock down a cup and plate And give myself a fright