Don't give me attention Don't forget your halo I will tip-toe 'til you're ready You're barred if you call me Don't like it when the bell rings Do we battle from the get go? You turn up: I am aching Are you better to ignore me? All…

There is no artistry The way that I am crafted Views from the Seventies My preference still to sound this way That formant dirtiness Is beauty, not of Frankenstein Branded as a charlatan Has anybody seen me? Branded [I choose to be…

There is no artistry The way that I am crafted Views from the Seventies My preference still to sound this way That formant dirtiness Is beauty, not of Frankenstein Branded as a charlatan Has anybody seen me? Branded [I choose to be…

There is no artistry The way that I am crafted Views from the Seventies My preference still to sound this way That formant dirtiness Is beauty, not of Frankenstein Branded as a charlatan Has anybody seen me? Branded [I choose to be…

Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work…

Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work the land because you tell us so Yeah, we are the commoners We work…

There was a time when We'd be scuttling, running hard Cops on tail And grins on faces There was a time when We'd be aching Bleeding slow All worth the time incarcerated They said we wouldn't go far Looks like they got it right then…

There was a time when We'd be scuttling, running hard Cops on tail And grins on faces There was a time when We'd be aching Bleeding slow All worth the time incarcerated They said we wouldn't go far Looks like they got it right then…

Here's a mickle It maybe comes a mackle, aye Feel the pull Of diasporatic tendencies Take the train From Mile End via Livingstone Wheest yourself As yae dug is facing deport Oh Georgie Weir Come and see the beard on me Oh Georgie…

Here's a mickle It maybe comes a mackle, aye Feel the pull Of diasporatic tendencies Take the train From Mile End via Livingstone Wheest yourself As yae dug is facing deport Oh Georgie Weir Come and see the beard on me Oh Georgie…