Lyrics Beautiful South - His Time Ran Out

Lyrics Beautiful South - His Time Ran Out

I was about to write a song about the fear and the doubt
But my pen ran out
It captured the emotions of a lover and a lout
But my pen ran out
So the picture wasn't painted and the story wasn't told
No one knows the author 'cause the record never sold
And I know they never will until he's bitter and he's old
His time ran out

I was gonna share my blues with a nation full of blues
But my pen ran out
I was gonna spread the news of the way I always lose
But my pen ran out
So I'll keep an envelope with all the words I should have said
Hide it in a tiny box underneath my bed
And written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'
And written on the outside will be 'open when he's dead'

His time ran out, his time ran out
His time ran out, his time ran out

Lyrics Beautiful South - Love Wars

Lyrics Beautiful South - Love Wars

Love wars, love wars
Love wars, love wars

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
But it's taking me under
Since you're not here

Its better when it's hard to get
But this hide and go seek
Well, it's making me weep

I promise to stop boxing you 'round
So don't scratch my face
End of round eight

We need to get our act together
Take it off the street
Bring it on home and drop them guns on the floor

Love wars (we don't need)
Love wars
Love wars (we don't need)
Love wars

The talks we had don't change a thing
They only bring rain
On top of pain

Flash back and uncover tracks
From when you left
With my best friend

We need to get our act together
Take it off the street
Bring it on home and drop them guns on the floor

Make love in peace
And then never ever cheat
Vow to be strong and let the band roll on

Love wars (we don't need)
Love wars
Love wars (we don't want)
Love wars

Love bombs explodin' in air
Until the last one
I really don't care

I remember losing my head
And calling you things
Like dirty names

We need to get our act together
Take it off the street
Bring it on home and drop them guns on the floor

Make love in peace
And then never ever cheat
Vow to be strong and let the band roll on

Love wars (we don't need)
Love wars
Love wars (we don't want)
Love wars
Love wars (we can't start)
Love wars
Love wars (we don't need)
Love wars

Lyrics Beautiful South - Size

Lyrics Beautiful South - Size

Do not think of me alive do not think of me as dead
Get that thought right out of your head
Fifty times you told me so to satisfy
I must grow but all you did was pull or blow

If size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
But you fuck long and you fuck slow
But you fuck like a walrus smoking blow
I'm too ashamed to scream your name
Well I don't feel hard and I don't feel lame
Never proud and never ashamed
But this bed's too big for the both of us

If size isn't everything well I'll slap my thighs
But there won't be parting and there won't be cries
If size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch

Oh my heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
My heart's in the right place
And my heart's twice the size of his arse

So if size isn't everything then try this size
Turn off the lights and bring a torch
And if size isn't everything and I'm half his size
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize
How come it's him who gets to keep the prize

How come it's him who gets to keep the prize

Lyrics Beautiful South - Chicken Wings

Lyrics Beautiful South - Chicken Wings

Well I always knew you'd take the crutches
And not the skis
1 always knew you'd take the stilts
And then your knees
When God gave you the sky
I knew you'd take the trees
Son you've grown those chicken wings
You just can't fly

They anchored our dream yacht to ocean bed
Chained our ideal home to bicycle shed
Clamped our racing car before we sat in driver's seat
Tied our shooting stars and wrapped them round a tree

We could've courted Einstein
Could've courted Marx
We could've gone for strolls
Like other families do in parks
Son you were born a dud
In a family without sparks
Yes you've got those chicken wings
You just can't fly

The checkered flag
That losers despise
Never flew in our port
Or harbored in our eyes
Cause we always formed that queue
For second prize
This family's got those chicken wings
We just can't fly

Our winning tickets ripped up into shreds
The tale of this family, is its heads
We're bouncing on a pogo stick
Without any springs
It hurts me to admit this
But we've got those chicken wings

Yes you've got those chicken wings
And all the luggage that the failure brings
Is a swallow flying high that sings
Look he's got those chicken wings
He may as well die

Lyrics Beautiful South - We'll Deal With You Later

Lyrics Beautiful South - We'll Deal With You Later

Revolutions come and go but we'll just have to wait
The time is nigh to sit and plot exactly who you hate

Sirens in the neighbourhood
The gun must be misunderstood
A warden in a pool of blood
The palace laugh and so they should

Across the world in every coup a thousand guns without a clue
If only all the people knew, they've got their sight set up on you

Every war is always cursed
With "just who do you shoot at first?"
Think real hard and think Sandhurst
Take an officer he's the worst

Governments will rise and fall but royalty's still there
Don't worry if it's Queen or Duke try scything down the pair
And if you class the palace staff as devil's advocator
Just put them in an incubator and we'll deal with them later

Just a little bit later

We'll deal with you later

Just put them in an incubator and we'll deal with them later
Just throw them to the alligators and we'll deal with them later

So be wary of the liquidator
'cause we'll deal with you later
Just put them in a liquidator
And we'll deal with you later

We'll deal with you later.

Lyrics Beautiful South - The Final Spark

Lyrics Beautiful South - The Final Spark

Well the dice that I roll never seems to land on six
And that 48 card pack is short of some of my old tricks
The horse I bet on all those years ago
Is probably still running round the track
Like the marriage that I gambled on
I'm due my money back, I'm due my money back
We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light
If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark
Well the husband that I married once
I should've kept him in a cage
Kept him sitting waiting there
To show the tortoise middle-age
Cause you never back an animal that struggles on two legs
I'd rather back a stray with three than one that sits up and just begs
Than one that sits up and just begs
We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light
If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark
We could've learned, we could've burned from the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance proved impossible to light
If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark
Milk will curdle, cheese go off, expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down, husbands turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by date
Milk will curdle, cheese go off, expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down, husbands turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well, but don't fully cover hate
So you can't return this idiot when he's past his sell-by date

Lyrics Beautiful South - A Thousand Lies

Lyrics Beautiful South - A Thousand Lies

I want expensive not cheap
And all the secrets that you keep
Should be quietly put to sleep
Not then not when not yet this week

I have told a thousand lies
But this time he is surprised
Cut the alibis from my eyes
From my eyes
Eyes

One sample of your wit
You ask me round to baby-sit
Just sat there smiling from a pit
Is the goddess of the vimly lit

I have told a thousand lies
But this time he is surprised
Cut the alibis from my eyes
From my eyes
From my eyes

I want you pretty not polite
And all those compliments you invite
They should burn by candlelight
Not tomorrow next week but just tonight

I have told a thousand lies
But this time he is surprised
You cut the alibis from my eyes
From my eyes
From my eyes

I have told a thousand lies
I have told a thousand lies
From my eyes
I have told a thousand lies
This time he is surprised
I have told a thousand lies
I have told a thousand lies

Lyrics Beautiful South - Everybody's Talkin'

Lyrics Beautiful South - Everybody's Talkin'

Everybody's talking at me
I don't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind

People stopping staring
I can't see their faces
Only the shadows of their eyes

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through' the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off of the North East wind
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone

Lyrics Beautiful South - Speak To Me

Lyrics Beautiful South - Speak To Me

Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Tell me all about the way you make me feel

Speak to me
Speak to me
Tell me all the things I want to know
And tell me all the places that you go

Tell me all the nothings in your life
Mix them with the somethings in your life
But speak to me
Yeah, speak to me

?My name is Joy Friend.
I'm thirty and I was born on the thirtieth of the second sixty.
I work as an accountant and my dream job would be to be a pilot.
This morning for breakfast I had half a grapefruit.
My favourite part of myself is my eyes.
My least favourite part of myself is, sometimes when alone,
Perhaps late at night I like to read a dirty book.
I watch Prisoner Cell Block H.
My favourite animal?

Speak to me
Tell me all the things you really feel
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Speak to me

Lyrics Beautiful South - The Table

Lyrics Beautiful South - The Table

This table has four sturdy legs
And a heart of very near wild oak
When others would have screamed out loud my friend
This one never even spoke

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

This table's been pushed against the door
When tempers, well tempers flare at night
Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
When someone thinks that they are right

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave

I've been sat upon, I've been spat upon
I've been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they're dead
I've been dined upon, I've been wined upon
I've been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don't treat me like a slave
Or I'll turn into the coffin in your grave

Lyrics Beautiful South - Tattoo

Lyrics Beautiful South - Tattoo

Sadness has filled a lonely place
Before that there was just a hole
At least now there's sadness on my face
My lower lip has finally found it's role

So the wind and the rain and the snow
Had no particular place to go
So they thought they'd come and spend some time with me
They're better friends than you could ever be

There's a tattoo, a small tattoo
Waiting there unpaid for you
And if you ever bump into Unlucky
Don't forget who broke your heart in two
You better get there early, there's a million in the queue
Just waiting for the name on their tattoo

Emptiness has filled a vacant heart
Finally found a place for it to hide
And as I wander like a fool from bar to bar
Empty has become my greatest guide

And the tears and the pain and the despise
Looked at me through bankrupt eyes
They had nowhere else that they could land
So I invited them to take my bloody hand

So queuing for a tattoo and I can't decide the name
I've been wondering night after night
When they put that needle in me I'll scream your name in pain
And I hope he spells 'you bastard' right

B-A-S-T-A-R-D, stick that needle deep in me

Lyrics Beautiful South - Pretenders To The Throne

Lyrics Beautiful South - Pretenders To The Throne

Is it Cologne with it's great cathedral? Milan with it's glamour and it's
pace? London with it's river and it's bridges? Lisbon with it's beauty and
it's grace? Funny looking buses Climb it's pot-bellied hills And a solitary
jogger Times the time he kills Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you
have guessed, so none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is
dragging me down Dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down Is it Dublin with it's culture and it's wit?
Madrid with it's market square? Paris with it's bustling cafes? Hull with it's
musical flair? Do you know where I'm gonna go? None of you have guessed so
none of you can know If you've been, that's not where I mean It's got class
and it's got excellence like you've never seen Your town is dragging me down
Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me down Is dragging me
down, down, down As I watch them drop the grain into your fish tank brain How
can you like this place when it never even rains? Never even rains Your town
is dragging me down Is dragging me down, down, down Your town is dragging me
down Is dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down Is
dragging me down, down, down Is dragging me down, down, down

Lyrics Beautiful South - Pollard

Lyrics Beautiful South - Pollard

You request pollard and you get pollard
You ask for pollard and you get pollard
You plead for pollard and you get pollard
You get down for pollard and you get pollard
You get down for pollard and you get pollard
You get down on your knees for pollard
And you get pollard
You get down on your knees and you get pollard

Cos you request pollard when you get pollard
And you ask for pollard and you get pollard
You plead for pollard and you get pollard
You get down for pollard and you get pollard
You get down for pollard and you get pollard
You get down on your knees for pollard
You get down on your knees for pollard
And you get pollard

Lyrics Beautiful South - Domino Man

Lyrics Beautiful South - Domino Man

Through ugly pints and Sunday breath
Sit men whose stare is cold as death
Through wide lapels and glued up eyes
Through made up kids and made up wives
Sitting in the heart of them
Is a man who's not like other men
Don't you know just who I am
A nod, a wink, I am the domino man.

And if you pull a double one
I'll pack my bags and I'll be gone
If you pull a three and four
I'm flying off to Singapore
Where women dance and tigers roar
I'm lying on a distant shore
I'm living life just as as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man.

Through a twenty deep screen of humorists
Through slavering jaws and angry fists
Through tales of mishap and the clickety-clack
Is fully paid member of the brother of the tap

Through heavy smoke and idle bets
Through heaving lungs and heavy debts
Sits a man who knows he can
A nod, a wink, I am the domino man

And if you pull a two and a six
I'll pack my bags and take that risk
And if you pull a four and five
They'll never take this man alive
I'll go far east and I'll survive
The market streets I'll duck and dive
I'm living life as fast as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink I am the domino man

And when he's off to sail the seven seas
He just stay indoors or hides up trees
He's been to places that you've never seen
But his mind is blank and his passport's clean

But if you pull a two and a six
I'll pack my bags and take that risk
And if you pull a four and five
They'll never take this man alive
I'll go far east and I'll survive
The market street I'll duck and dive
I'm living life just as fast as I can
A nod, a wink, another drink, I am the domino man

Lyrics Beautiful South - 'Till You Can't Tuck It In

Lyrics Beautiful South - 'Till You Can't Tuck It In

Your figure like your friendship
Gradually grows and grows
The clothes that you thought that you'd shrunk
Their size just froze

When the body that you thought of as yours
Just ups and goes
I'll be happy with the weight
Of the partner that I chose

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
And you can still hack it
'Cause you know what your feet are free for
And I'll love my dear
'Til you can't tuck it in anymore, anymore

Your second grey hair came a month
After the first
It didn't make you better
But it didn't make you feel any worse

Your third grey hair appeared
With the fourth on your beard
Your fifth, sixth, seventh sprouted out
From your nose and your ears

And I'll love you my partner
'Til you can't hide the grey anymore
Your distinguished good looks
Am the ones young girls cannot ignore
And I'll love you my partner
'Til the grey hairs hairdressers floor, hairdressers floor

Your eighth and your ninth and your tenth
You just looked to the sky
Like the charge of the Light Brigade
Was passing you by

Your quick-step is slower
But your spirit's still out on the floor
When it comes to raw beauty
You've a whole whorehouse waiting in store
Your corset has grown
Bid you're still always first to the drawer

And I'll love you my partner (And I'll love you my partner)
'Til the grey hairs the hairdresser's floor
Hairdresser's floor, hairdresser's floor

Lyrics Beautiful South - Mirror

Lyrics Beautiful South - Mirror

They could be fat or could be thin
They could be black, they could be white
Tell me who's knocking at the knocking shop door tonight

Not much a girl can do but open or close
Those things are above doors
Not much legs can do but open or close
Those things are above us whores

So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish

They could be lonely or could be bust
They could be tack, they could be real
They do have feelings, but just right now I feel

A feminine receptacle, that's just what I am
Those things are above us whores
Just the best target practice, for a misguided man
Those things are above us whores

So imagine a mirror
Bigger than the room it was placed in
Imagine my wish for a future that cannot hold my wish
Imagine the want to hold a rod that cannot hold the fish
Imagine a rod that cannot hold the fish

Lyrics Beautiful South - You're The One That I Want

Lyrics Beautiful South - You're The One That I Want

I got chills
They're multiplying
And I'm losing control
Cause the power you're supplying

It's electrifying!
You better shape up
Cause I need a man
And my heart is set on you

You better shape up
You better understand
To my heart I must be true
Nothing left

Nothing left for me to do
You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo
The one that I want

Oo-oo-oo
The one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

If you're filled
With affection
You're too shy to convey
Better take my direction

Feel your way
Feel your way
You better shape up
'Cause I need a man

Who can keep me satisfied
You better shape up
If you're gonna prove
That my faith is justified

Are you sure
Yes I'm sure down deep inside
You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo

You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo
You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need

Oh, yes indeed
You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo
You're the one that I want

Oo-oo-oo
You're the one that I want
Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
Oh, yes indeed

You're the one that I want
You're the one that I want
The one I need
Oh, yes indeed

Lyrics Beautiful South - I'm Your No. 1 Fan

Lyrics Beautiful South - I'm Your No. 1 Fan

I was handed down the looks of a man with a broken nose
That's the way our family was I suppose
But at least you gave me deeply profound
As we lay and chatted late upon the cricket ground
You didn't have to love me
Where others got rid
You didn't have to treat me like a very good friend
But I'm glad that you did
One thing I never said to you
And one thing I never can
Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
I'm your No. 1 fan
I'm your No. 1 fan
I'm the richly blessed daughter of a mother with tattooed arms
That's the way my family life, life was charmed
But at least it gave me mental grace
And a thought at the pit on my mind and a smile on my face
You didn't have to listen
To a word that I'd said
You didn't have to tell me all those silly old jokes
For every tear that I shed
Every tear that I shed
'cause one thing I never said to you
And one thing I never can
Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
I'm your No. 1 fan
I'm your No. 1 fan
I was handed down a bike with a crooked old wheel
But I rode it on a million lanes the way that you made me feel
But at least we thought about it so long. and hard
As we sat upon our mother in the graveyard
And you don't have to listen
To a word in this song
Your picture hangs the same and in the same old place
Even though that you've gone
Even though that you've gone
Cos. one thing I never said to you
And one thing I never can
Amongst the false applause and the deafening cheers
I'm your No. 1 fan
I'm your No. 1 fan
Yes I am
I'm your No. 1 fan

Lyrics Beautiful South - But 'Til Then

Lyrics Beautiful South - But 'Til Then

When you say goodbye I really want to know
Everything you do and everyplace you go
And did you take a regular supply
Of those crazy little tampax with you
It hurts me deep inside, it hurts me outside too
I feel a little pardon and I feel a little used
If you ever needed someone to polish up your shoes
I'll be waiting, with my brush

I'd move to Italy with you if I had the money
But 'til then I'll sit at home and read maps and go to pub
Where the weather isn't sunny and the weather isn't bad
Where the bellies look so happy but the faces look so sad
But it doesn't really matter what's outside
'Cause I'm in here and he's in here
And she's in here and they're in here
We're all in here, we're all so glad

And in our own funny way we're all in Italy anyway
Eating fancy pasta, climbing mountain ranges
Drinking ice-cold lagers, living in Spanish castles
We're all with you, in our thoughts
In white ankle socks and pink Bermuda shorts
I'll be with you, with you one day, we'll all be with you, with you one day
One sunny beach, one sunny life, we're all glad for you
But 'til then, we're all glad for you, I'm so glad

I am a man, and I have a tent, I have a ball and a bat
I have a li-lo, I have a bucket
I have a good, good, good pair of trunks
I've got a good, good pair of trunks

Well here I am at the airport, with my passport
I have a brain but only just, and we're all glad
We're all so glad, I'm so glad, she's so glad, he's so glad
You know how glad I am?

Lyrics Beautiful South - Baby Please Go

Lyrics Beautiful South - Baby Please Go

You've heard it said a thousand times
But only heard his Broadway lines
So, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show

'Cause when Romeo needs no cue or prompt
The likelier your little heart be stomped
By, by baby don't go
Written, written in to his show

'Cause in the west-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart

Baby please go (Baby please go)
Baby please go (Baby please go)

The sorry tale we'd all applaud
That only dripped and never poured
But, baby just go
Let him, let him on with his show

The leading snail leaves tell tale lines
The bullshit tower the loudest chimes
But, baby please go
Ain't, ain't part of the show

'Cause in the west-end show your life
Played understudy to every part
Got given all the dullest lines
Whilst the chorus girls danced on your heart

Baby please go (Baby please go)
Baby please go (Baby please go)

Romantic love lines that we adored (Baby forget them)
They were read by men from idiot board (Baby forget them)
So a message from the wisest guy to broad
Is best like flattery ignored

Baby just let him go
Let him on with the show
Baby just let him go
Let him on with the show