Taken from the album "Pretty Black Dots"

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Butter Fingers

Butter fingers couldn’t catch a cold
They dropped the mould when they made you
Cut the chord and just watched you fall
The parachute failed to pull through
But look at you now
Yeah just look at you now
Not a scar, not a scratch, not a mark

No-one would ever know now
No-one would ever guess how it all started
Tell your life story they’d laugh at loud
No-one would ever know now

You built a kingdom all of your own
A cardboard throne and a sea view
Spoilt the children then boiled their bones
Teach them to talk with their mouths full
Now the cat got her tongue
The vet bought her lungs
But her heart, oh her heart
No I couldn’t bear to part with that

No-one will ever know now
No-one will ever guess how it all started
Sell your life story they’ll laugh out loud
No-one will ever know now
No-one will ever know, nail down the lid it’s closed
No-one will ever know now

Like Low Life

Jade’s smashed on alco-pops by mid-day
And her little kid sister Faye’s got a taste
For the stuff now she’s eight
Dave’s selling ten pound wraps to his mates
Dealing gate-way drugs to the blind and the brave
And the Friday brigade

Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re torching the town like low life

Tom’s got a past he’s still running from
He’s dreaming of kingdom come
Throwing crumbs to the crows and the bums
While Craig leads the black sheep parade
Che Guevera in stolen shades
With his mace and a home-made grenade

Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re tortured and loud like low life
Like low life
Like no life I know
Like no life I know
Like no life at all

I heard Beth tried digging speed for a bet
It’s funny how quick you forget but I guess
It’s a year more or less
And there’s me caught between the devil and the vitamin c
All the lifestyle magazines and this cheap
Subterranean dream

Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re torching the town like low life
Jumped up marked down we’re falling around like low life
Hung up strung out we’re tortured and loud like low life