Dragged Down Memory Lane (Kicking and Screaming)

by Cobley

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All songs written by Cobley/Matt Cornah.

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released April 5, 2013

WARNING – Copyright subsists in all Les Records recordings. Any unauthorized broadcasting, public performance, copying or re-recording in any manner whatsoever will constitute infringement of such copyright. All songs appearing on this album contain lyrics regarding fictitious people and events. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or any resemblance to real life events, is purely coincidental.

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Track Name: Maggots
The train wreck that was my life
has finally been salvaged
and placed back onto the track
and then slammed back into the biggest wall you can imagine

somebody sits in the back of my mind
on a squeaky little chair
flicking playing cards onto the floor
she might be hot but she's burning down my door

in three years you'll be happily married
to the one I love
living every day the same
living every day the same
living every day the same
they'll be the best days you ever had
the best days you ever had

it's not in my nature
to say that I'm in love
it's not in my nature
to be made a fool of

someone has been watching me for one hundred years
I've seen her out of the corner of my eyes flicking back her hair
I'm sat on this squeaky little chair waiting for you
whenever I look at my hands I can see my veins and the blood pulsating through

in three years I'll by lying murdered
in a shallow grave
maggots french kissing my lips
maggots french kissing my lips
maggots french kissing my lips
will be the best kiss I ever had
the best kiss I ever had

crawling through my body
crawling through my legs
crawling through the knife wound
CRAWLING THROUGH MY HEAD.
Track Name: Some Things Are Better Left In The 90's
Casey
Casey-Lee
do you love me?
do you love me?
do you want me
lying down in bed with you tonight?

Casey
Casey-Lee
would you like to
marry me?
would you like to
wear my surname by next summertime?

you laugh and say "hey hey...
some things are better left in the 90's
some things are better left to me
some things are better left in the 90's"
oh don't you mean me?
"some things are better left to me."

Casey
Casey-Lee
I've wrote you
some poetry
it's romantic
just like me and this is how it reads:

'if the world were flat
I'd fall off of it for you
if I were a crow
I'd swoop down and steal the crown jewels for you!'

you laugh and say "hey hey...
some things are better left in the 90's
some things are better left to me
some things are better left in the 90's"
oh don't you mean me?
"some things are better left to me."

dragged down memory lane
kicking and screaming
don't let them take me again
DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME

oh, how I miss your chubby cheeks.
Track Name: She Won't Talk To Me On The Internet
tho i admit dat ur still @ skool
i dnt kno wot i did 2 u
or indeed wot i said 2 u
cos i dnt mean it and dats tru

ill change my txt 2 a luvly pink
if it luks better tell me wot u think
dnt ignore me or my <3 will sink
cos i dnt mean it and dats tru

wnt u meet me
dnt delete me
im no psychopath really
just a middle class luver of life

she wnt talk 2 me on the internet
oh no
life isnt worth living
she wnt talk 2 me on the internet
oh no
life isnt worth living now

its ur response ive been waiting 4
is my conversation really dat poor?
ill type in lower case if ull like me more
cos i dnt mean it and dats tru

and if u still dnt acknowledge me
sumfin by which 2 remember me
when the viruses flood ur screen
damn i mean it and dats tru

cum online
spend sum time
cyber sex u cnt decline
cos im a middle class luver of life

she wnt talk 2 me on the internet
oh no
life isnt worth living
she wnt talk 2 me on the internet
oh no
life isnt worth living now
Track Name: Fat Boy
I'm gonna slap the glasses right off your stupid face, fat boy
I'm gonna slap the glasses right off your stupid face, fat boy

and all the jokes you borrow from television
are you ever gonna give them back?
are you ever gonna give them back?
ooh, and all that cake

I'm gonna slap the glasses right off your stupid face, fat boy
I'm gonna slap the glasses right off your stupid face, fat boy

oh you're the funniest guy in town
when are you gonna get out of my town?
when are you gonna get out of my town?
ooh, and all that cake

and when you're lying to your right
why don't you use both of your hands?
I tell you it's all that cake
ooh, it's all that cake

don't you think you've had enough cake, fat boy?
don't you think you've had too much cake, fat boy?
and I tossed you a hotdog
and I tossed you a Chinese meal
and I tossed you a burger
and I tossed you some chocolate
and I tossed you my love
I tossed you my love

...and you ate it all up.
Track Name: The Rock 'N' Roll One
I met some girl in a club last night
with a miniskirt on
she was quite a sight
and when I asked her to dance
she told me "well I might
if you lose some weight, mate."

I'm drinking myself into an early grave
but when those shots go down
I look ever so brave
and then I start to dance
and have a damn good race
and fall on the floor, sore

when I cry
well I want you to cry as well
ask me why
well who can tell?

I look rather good in my unbuttoned shirt
hairy chest out
I'll have a damn good flirt
don't stop me now
or people get hurt
I look so good

and when I seduce some unsuspecting girl
with my endless charm
she's a lucky girl
and I turn around
as I suddenly hurl
all over her carpet

when I cry
well I want you to cry as well
ask me why
well who can tell?

here am I
some yobbo you met at a bar
and you'll sigh
has the human race come so far?
Track Name: Noisy Radiator
You've got a cute button nose
you've got blonde hair that shows up on radar
you've got cherry blossom cheeks
you've been drowning there for weeks for attention

I kiss you, but you're not mine
I kiss you, but you're not mine

well I can feel your mind
floating round inside mine like an iceberg
you touch me like a shadow
caught in a tornado, it's ugly

I kiss you, but you're not mine
I kiss you, but you're not mine

noisy radiator
I'll see you later
noisy radiator
I'll see you later
noisy radiator
I want you

when I'm high above the trees
she won't leave all the leaves in the garden
well she won't wear a dress
wait she's there in a dress, never mind.

I kiss you, but you're not mine
I kiss you, but you're not mine

well you're the dirtiest bride
in all of this side of the village
you're crawling down the aisle
thinking all the while of my love

I kiss you, but you're not mine
I kiss you, but you're not mine

noisy radiator
I'll see you later
noisy radiator
I'll see you later
noisy radiator
I want you

well I'll do you anywhere
but I'd much prefer your stepfathers stairs

I kiss you, but you're not mine
I kiss you, but you're not mine

noisy lady
noisy lady
noisy lady
noisy lady.
Track Name: Don't Let Anything Show
Good day to you
fair young lady
how do you do
fair young lady
I will walk with you
with politeness I am cursed
don't let me bother you
because it's always ladies first

keep a stiff upper lip
never let yourself go
you're an Englishman
don't let anything show

I have a flower for you
I knelt down and I picked one
I'll tilt my hat for you
Or at least I would if I had one
I'll open doors for you
perhaps I'll kiss you on the hand
perhaps I'll marry you
perhaps you'll leave me for a Policeman

keep a stiff upper lip
never let yourself go
you're an Englishman
don't let anything show.
Track Name: Ezra Carcosa
The shit that's playing on my radio tonight
it won't turn off
it won't turn off

I'm getting older, getting miserable and bored
and it won't turn off
it won't turn off

I've been dragged on my hands and knees
through weeds and brambles, metaphorically
I lay ill in bed while you lay in someone elses bed
oh what a waste of time
what a waste of time

now I wish you only the very worst
yes I wish you only the very worst
as you ruined my life
and I'll ruin yours too
I wish only the very worst for you

the shit that's playing on my radio tonight
it won't turn off
it won't turn off

predictably it's remind me of you
and it won't turn off
it won't turn off

our lips touched, our skin touched
tried to rip your clothes off with my teeth... and failed
ensnared in bed with arms and legs spread
oh what an utter waste of time
these years have been

now I wish you only the very worst
yes I wish you only the very worst
as you ruined my life
and I'll ruin yours too
I wish only the very worst for you

and I'd love
to see you caught between
two colliding cars
two colliding cars

and I wish you only the very worst
yes I wish you only the very worst
as you ruined my life
and I'll ruin yours too
I wish only the very worst for you.
Track Name: Big Lips And His Electric Hips
I have never flown a plane
into a wooden horses mane
or touched tongues
with the Queen of Saturn's daughter

he's rolling down the escalator
like a back seat driver and ten minutes later
chewing rage
cos he's all out of gum

Big Lips (and his electric hips)
Big Lips (and his electric hips)
Big Lips (and his electric hips)
stole my girl!

sea shells slide and dinosaurs glide
on cardboard in the rain
at first it was funny
but now they think it's tragic

Kirsty said "you're better off dead
with a bullet lodged in your stupid hairdo
then to pine
just one more time for her."

Big Lips (and his electric hips)
Big Lips (and his electric hips)
Big Lips (and his electric hips)
stole my girl!

XXXXXXXXX
Track Name: Sweetie
Sweetie, you went mad
you think the whole world is against you
you're against yourself
and that's the sad truth, sweetie

sweetie, you went mad
you think the whole world is against you
you're against yourself
and that's the sad truth, sweetie

oh, I know we're not on speaking terms
but you're to blame
you're to blame!
no, I didn't want to go to your smelly party anyway!

oh, I know we're not on speaking terms
and your mum's to blame
your mum's to blame!
oh, can I still come to your party?
can I sing at your party?
I'll sing all your songs at your party
if only you'd invite me
if only you'd invite me

sweetie, I can hear you
I can hear you in the other room
oh, I can still hear you
I'm not asleep yet, sweetie

sweetie, I still love you
I DON'T KNOW WHY
BUT I DO
I still love you
and that's the sad truth, sweetie.

CAN I STILL COME TO YOUR PARTY???