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Alien Bra

by The Outbursts

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1.
Pervert 02:57
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I like leather and rubber, I've got the enema blues I dressed as a woman in stiletto shoes I walked like a pony, drank urine and blood Tried yipping with furries, smeared in mud. She called me a pervert just because I was wearing a skirt She called me a pervert she really, really knows how to hurt me I slept with a puppet and I ate my mate I choked on an Orange on the first date I tried sniffing poppers and I played with scat I got beaten up by coppers for going down on a cat Chorus I like a bit of felching and a rusty trombone Can punch like a donkey till it makes you moan I always wear a nappy when I'm having a slash Because it really makes me happy and it gives me a rash Chorus.
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Riot 02:22
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OK so it’s not LA, It’s north London on a Saturday These are the only chords we play If you don’t need it throw it away Chorus I’m gonna start a riot Burn your books, throw your records away Year zero begins today Year zero begins today It’s not Woodstock or Haight-Ashbury it’s a long tall glass of reality Want some of it well it’s not for free Put down your soul and pay the rest weekly Chorus I’m gonna start a riot Burn your books, throw your records away Year zero begins today Year zero begins today Riot Grrrls, Ravers, Punks and Teds, Mods and Rockers, Hippies and Skinheads Bankers, wankers, politicians A whole generation of no ambition Father, son and the holy ghost, Rock ’n’ Roll and riots on the east coast Brother anarchists and love bomb diffusers Users, losers, rug abusers Chorus I’m gonna start a riot Burn your books, throw your records away Year zero begins today Year zero begins today I’m gonna start a riot Smash your guitar and walk out the door Bet no one’s done that before I’m gonna start a riot Smash your guitar and walk out the door Bet no one’s done that before Oi! Lyrics by Paddy Muldowney
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Blow Up Baby 02:13
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She's always awake, she never takes a nap She doesn't answer back when I nipple her flap She's always willing never make some noise I haven't seen her with the other boys Blow up baby, such deep joy Blow up baby, my love is not a toy Blow up baby, she'll never frown Blow up baby, I'll never let her down She never does the cooking in case she melts My pneumatic love is something else Same old smile from the same old gaze This rubber love is more than a phase Chorus I blew too hard without my glasses on My plastic doll turned into a big rubber Ron I really miss my flexible Brenda Now I'm pumping up a big transgender. Double chorus.
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Damaged Goods 03:13
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Hollow & vacant, ugly & stripped Running on empty, I'm bruised and whipped Full of hatred but empty inside Prone and naked, I'm at low tide Don't come near, I'm damaged goods Stay away, I'm damaged goods Never say I'm damaged goods Look away I'm damaged goods Troubled and strifed, I'm a bounced cheque Fucked by life, an emotional wreck Drained of love, I hate myself Shouldn’t have done it, I hate my life Don't come near, I'm damaged goods Stay away, I'm damaged goods Never say I'm damaged goods Look away I'm damaged goods SOLO Don't come near, I'm damaged goods Stay away, I'm damaged goods Never say I'm damaged goods Look away I'm damaged goods Hollow & vacant, ugly & stripped Running on empty, I'm bruised and whipped Full of hatred but empty inside Prone and naked, I'm at low tide Don't come near, I'm damaged goods Stay away, I'm damaged goods Never say I'm damaged goods Look away I'm damaged goods
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First World Problems 02:36
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My view of the ocean is blocked by my yacht My under floor heating is too damn hot My organic veg is starting to rot I never learned to tie a Windsor knot [chorus] Brita's run out, gotta drink from the tap I really want a crusty roll, they only got baps My wheelie bin numbers aren't on straight My personal trainer's 4 pounds overweight [chorus] I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems I bought these shoes 'fore they went on sale When I'm on the tube, I can't get email My prawn baguette is already stale Got electronic fags but I mustn't inhale [chorus] [solo over chorus] [chorus] [middle 8] Unexpected item in bagging area; Unexpected item in bagging area Unexpected item in bagging area; Unexpected item in bagging area Glove box in my Porsche is too small for my gloves Two is far too many and one is not enough Conditioner always runs out before the shampoo You think Africa's got problems, well I do too! I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems I got first world, first world problems x 3
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Grease Gun 02:50
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Pushing down the plunger, easing dried up joints Pulling up the bumper, suck the fluid from your points Slippy snap-on tools, penetration in a can Wrenching makes me drool, This is getting out of hand Chorus Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun I've had so many women you know at least one Grease gun, grease gun ,I've got a grease gun and all their eggs are swimming cos I've got a grease gun --- A bit of lubrication and a little bit of luck Prime me up and pump me on my flat bed truck Inflating all your valves, filling up your tank Handle my transmission; gotta have a... Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun I've had so many women you know at least one Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun and all their eggs are swimming cos I've got a grease gun SOLO Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun I've had so many women you know at least one Grease gun, grease gun I've got a grease gun and all their eggs are swimming cos I've got a grease gun Shove me in the kitchen; lay me on a plate Far too much to swallow It's getting hard of late Pour me in the fryer, toss me in the wok Prick me on the griddle but don't touch me on the... Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun I've had so many women you know at least one Grease gun, grease gun, I've got a grease gun and all their eggs are swimming cos I've got a grease gun
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Splashing Out 03:06
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I'm splashing out Up the Eiffel tower; on the Berlin wall On a pair of trousers; in the Albert Hall Chorus I'm splashing out On the train in the morning; on the bus home at night On a croissant at lunch time; on a flashing blue light Chorus I'm splashing out On a leather handbag; on a pair of slippers On an Action man; on a brace of kippers Chorus Middle 8 Dunno how to stop, but I’ve never been caught I’ve hidden every tissue I've bought My knob's hanging out and mother's due home And I’m still splashing out I'm splashing out On a Hornby train set; on an Airfix glider On the Christmas turkey; in a pint of cider On cooking utensils; on a butcher's apron On a wide screen telly; on a Francis Bacon On the Dalai Lama; on Jesus Christ On a bucket of winkles I'm splashing out on a nun Double Chorus
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Abductee! 02:54
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I was driving home on Saturday night I saw in the sky, a strange purple light It hovered above me and sent out a beam And what happened next seems like some kind of dream Chorus Abductee, I’m an abductee I dunno what the aliens done to me Abductee, i’m an abductee I got things growing inside of me They took me aboard I was strapped to a bed I saw through the haze an alien head It was the worst thing that I’d ever seen Covered in fur, yet scaly and green Chorus Abductee, I’m an abductee I dunno what the aliens done to me Abductee, i’m an abductee I got things growing inside of me ooh, ooooh, aarrrgh, oooaarrgh, urrrr-uh. Chorus Abductee, I’m an abductee I dunno what the aliens done to me Abductee, i’m an abductee I got things growing inside of me Next thing I knew, i was back in the car Wearing just briefs and an alien bra It was the best thing that I’d ever seen I’m covered in fur and scaly and green Chorus X 3 Abductee, I’m an abductee I dunno what the aliens done to me Abductee, i’m an abductee I got things growing inside of me
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BBC 03:13
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My only visit to the BBC, DJ said sit on my knee. If you wanna meet the bloke from 10CC, You've got to pay your license fee CHORUS At the BB, BBC BB, BBC At the BB, BBC BB, BBC Saturday morning with Grandstand Frank Bough's in cloud cuckoo land Give him some coke and give him a hand While everybody sticks their head in the sand CHORUS VERSE LENGTH SOLO CHORUS MIDDLE 8 Why did this go on so long? So many people knew something was wrong CEO sings a different song Too many closed doors, too many blind eyes, And nothing gets done, 'til somebody dies CHORUS Went to a party with Jonathan King. He promised me it wouldn’t sting He bent me over and everything And made me polish my 'Emperor Ming' CHORUS x 2
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Richard III 02:27
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All the time he was on the throne No one thought that finds a bone Now it seems to be quite absurd That we found Richard III Chorus Richard III Richard III he was a wrong un so I heard Richard III Richard III is six feet under lying interred Wasn't very nice for Princes in the Tower While the evil king Rose to power Maybe last king to die in a war We found him all buckled with a broken jaw Chorus All this time he lay in a car park Pushing up concrete in the dark An old Cortina parked on his head Covered in rust with illegal tread

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released April 24, 2018

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The Outbursts London, UK

Anarchic no-nonsense nonsense from a proper London punk band singing short snappy songs with absurd topics and surprisingly good vocal harmonies.

Don’t expect politics, philosophy or politeness but you'll go home with a tune in your head, probably about furry breasted aliens or sex toys!

Their mums can't be ashamed of them, they're all dead. ... more

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