FACES AT THE WINDOW ep

Living Together
Our Basement Bedsit
Faces At The Window
Compulsory Euthanasia
Fuck You Mister
Filth
Faces At The Window (poem on back of sleeve)

Living Together
She wanted more than he wanted to give
She wanted them to live together
To fill in the gaps of when they were apart
To share the same bed, the same space and same heart

He wasn't so sure himself but he went for it anyway
and to help pay the deposit took a job out during the day
each week that passed put by more towards their dream
they'd soon be live in lovers, then they could watch TV
together

But it didn't take long for the happiness to go astray
the bills were coming in, there was a baby on the way
they had started having squabbles instead of having sex
filling themselves with tablets to get from one day to the next

So he took another night job, she took pills to kill the pain
they had a sickly boy now she was expecting again
last dregs of love buried under final demands for rent
and a mutual resentment of the time that they had spent
living together

Our Basement Bedsit
Here in our basement bedsit
you get a perfect view of the bins outside
and the landlord can't get in
though take my word when I say he's tried

But we don't care when the world outside
is losing its head because we can hide

And open the curtains on a sunnier day

here in our basement bedsit
the bailiffs caught us first thing
and now they've taken the brand new stereo away
which wouldn't be such a blow if one of us could sing

but we don't mind it would drive us mad
and when you're diving for good in a sea of bad

who needs the surface anyway?

Faces At The Window
There are faces at the window
in every house on my street
and I feel I should do something new
instead of just walking, like I tend to do

but then they'd be there anyway
and its not up to me to help pass their time away
and I don't think I'd entertain them for long

their lives have shrunk too far
and their tellies have been taken away
but if they're looking for a car crash, or a slive of the action
they've come to the wrong person

I was never cut out to be a hero
I was never cut out to be a star

Compulsory Euthanasia
Swallow this pill, you've lived a good life
and it works out cheaper than the needle and the knife
it don't tase too bad and it won't repeat on you
Compulsory Euthanasia

We've consulted your immediate family
who now stand around the bed with your friendly GP
and they're reading out your will as they wheel you out the room
Compulsory Euthanasia

Rotting away in a council grave
The coroners report was left out in the rain
and the money they'd have spent on keeping you alive
can be used for better things

Fuck You Mister
Fuck you mister, I don't wanna have to live my life like you did
get up at seven, get home at five
that's not my idea of being alive
y'see you're told exactly who and what you're supposed to be
and that doesn't sound like much of a life to me
so fuck you mister I don't wanna have to live my life like you did
no? no way!

Filth
I'm disease, I know
you tell me that's all there is to me
and you hate me for it... what can I say?

I'm filth, I know
you tell me so each evening
but you sometimes love me for it... thankyou

now when I tell you what you mean to me
you don't even look up from the TV screen

I love you, even though you've promised to hurt me
I love you, even though you've promised to hurt me
I love you, I need you to be the knife in my back
I love you, I need you to be the death of me

Faces At The Window (poem)
Faces at the window
won't be content
until your bikes a write-off
and you've broken your neck
betting and baiting
craning and creating
waiting for an accident
to give the day its ZING!

Mr. and Mrs. gore
their lives are such a bore
vicarious living
is all that they care for
they can be rent serene
with a tv screen
but it's so much more a thrill
when they see it all for real

it's so special - you can almost touch it

read it in the paper after the event
recount the incident to all their friends
(and at that moment,
in a local hospital,
a young life ends)

faces at the window
try to look concerned
at the piles of twisted metal
interspersed with flesh and bone