Deeply Superficial

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released January 1, 2013

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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.
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Track Name: Teenage, Middle Age, Old Age, Dead
I didn't ask to be here,
I'm just a product of skittles and beer,
Just a drunken one night stand,
Skirt up, trousers down, dick in dad's hand,
Leaving home, didn't go to school,
Nick stuff, get caught, think I'm cool,
Sent down, ghost town, Borstal boy
Left a bun in an oven that I wanna destroy

Teenage, middle age, old age, dead
Nothing I hear and nothing I said
Teenage, middle age, old age, dead
Nothing I've written, nothing I've read

Now I've done what my old man did,
Got an ugly unwanted kid
The acorn never falls far from the tree
Like my dad, my boy looks like me
Stuck in a rut, I don't understand
Going nowhere, run in quicksand
Can't find work, must be my face
Without a drink, I'm just a basket case

CHORUS

I didn't want to be born, but I don't wanna die
I wasn't even a glint in my father's eye

CHORUS

I'd lost the race before the gun
No one had said, so I didn't run
You are what you drink, I'm a bitter man
No bladder control a bed-wetting fan
I hate the world, I hate my life
Gonna end it all, gonna slice the wife
Locked up, door shut, throw away the key
Nothing in it for you, nothing for me

CHORUS x 2
Track Name: Filthy Nina
MY EX-WIFE IS….

Filth, filth, filth, she's filth, filth, filth,
She's filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,

She wanted to help the community
She wanted to help you and me
She wanted to find a way out of porn
She was attracted to the uniform

She’s filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
She's filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,


I said don't be a copper, don't be a plod
I'd rather tell my mates that you'd just found god
Don't do this to me, it's the final straw
Join that lot and I'm out the door

She’s filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
She's filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,

Now my ex-wife's a special
Now my ex-wife's the bill
Now my ex likes a nibble
Now she’s certified MILF
She's filth

She's kettling the local neighborhood
She's fingering youth up to no good
She's firing a Tazer, gives her a buzz
She's up against the van feeling her fuzz

She’s filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
She's filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
She’s filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
She's filth, filth, filth; she's filth, filth, filth,
Track Name: Dig 'Em Up
Had your picture on my wall; shame you died when I was small
You looked at me through paper eyes; you watched my dreams just vaporise

CHORUS:
Bridget Bardot, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Marilyn Munroe, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Diana Dors, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
And all the other whores, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em,

Your face was such a mystery; going back in history
All the time you looked so clean; shame my thoughts were so obscene

CHORUS:
Coco Chanel, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Stinks Like hell, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Hattie Jacques, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
And all her mates, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em,

MIDDLE 8:
Don’t be afraid, just find a spade
Dig a hole, release a soul
They’re fast asleep, they’re 6 foot deep
When you hit the skin, just dive right in

CHORUS:
Princess Grace, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Linda Lovelace, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Fanny Craddock, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Stinks of haddock, Dig ‘em up & fuck ‘em
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em,

Bambi, Skippy, Rin Tin Tin; Flipper squirts on my chin
Shergar, Trigger & Red Rum; only dead meat makes me come

CHORUS:
Yootha Joyce - She had no choice
Eva Braun, not before ze dawn
Mother Teresa, wanna squeeze her
Joan of Arc – Lost her spark
Indira Ghandi – Handy Shandy
Sylvia Pankhurst - quick wank first
Mary Shelley - Little bit smelly
Lena Zavaroni - Little bit bony
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, FUCK
Track Name: Bangkok
Here's a little thing that's gonna please you,
Just a little town down in Indonesia
Bangkok
Bangkok

Two slanty eyed men, just lying in bed,
One got his Mauser, the other said
Bangkok
Bangkok

Ping-pong ball from a lady's vagina,
It's just a little town down in Indochina
Bangkok
Bangkok

Margaret Trudeau, Jackie-O
Madame Nhu, Bridgette Bardot
Bangkok, Oh Bangkok
Bangkok, Oh Bangkok

I'm not living on Chinese rocks
I'm living here, hey, ho
Bangkok
Bangkok

Here's a thing that's gonna 'maze you
It's just a little town down in South East Asia
Bangkok
Bangkok

BANGKOK
Track Name: In '77
Jubilee, street party
It might as well be 1953
30 years, after the war
London was a dump and life was a bore

CHORUS
But in '77, I bunked off school
'77, I broke the rules
'77, I first got drunk
'77.... I WAS A PUNK!!

Bolan hit a tree & Elvis croaked
Virginia won with a backhand stroke
Favourite on the telly was Jacques Cousteau
Biggest selling album? fucking ELO!!

CHORUS

Cheesecloth shirts and hippy vans
Purple loons and 'Far Out Man'
Rick bloody Wakeman in a glittery gown
The 60's were dead but they wouldn't lie down, until …

CHORUS


(Talking)
Go to John Menzies, buying The Stranglers
Farrah Fawcett giving me a bone in me Wranglers
Paul McCartney? Mull of Kintyre?
I did the world a favour, chucked it on fire
Wombles on the telly, dad's on the dole
Hong Kong Phooey, Morocco Mole
Digital watches, buttons on the front
Gary GLITTER IS A C*NT!!

CHORUS x 2
Track Name: Law 'n' Order
Cold blank stare, crew cut hair
Smart blue suits, big black boots
Little note books, cheap snide looks
Z victor 2, I'm talkin' 'bout you

On the beat there's nothing to do
Oi son, I want a word with you (about)
Law an' Order (x 4)

Cops on TV, that's who they wanna be
Full of wise cracks, think they're Kojaks
Get you in the car, push you too far
Who shall they pick, to give a good kick?

On the beat there's nothing to do
Oi son, I want a word with you (about)
Law an' Order (x 4)

Solo

Throw you in jail, on twenty quid bail
Give you cups of tea, 'n' throw away the key
Bruises on your chest, you resisted arrest
Nobody cares, you fell down the stairs

On the beat there's nothing to do
Oi son, I want a word with you (about)
Law an' Order (x 4)
Track Name: Dead To Me
You think you're smart, you think that I can't see
That your childish games are just A, B, C
You really ain't changed since you were 14
I'm seeing your ears, but nothing between

CHORUS
You're dead, You're dead, dead to me
You're dead, You're dead, dead to me
You're dead, You're dead, dead to me
You're dead,(2, 3, 4) dead to me

You never listen to me; you never hear what I say
You make me stay at home while you play away
There's a line in the sand, I'm gonna clean the slate
I've had enough of you and your emotional state

CHORUS

Na na na na na - I'm gonna spit in your face
Na na na na na - I'm gonna beat you like a drum
Na na na na na - I'm gonna finger your sister
Na na na na na - I'm gonna shag your mum
Na na na na na - I'm gonna dig your grave
Na na na na na - I'm gonna sing at your wake
Na na na na na - I'm gonna tear down a tree
Na na na na na - Just to burn you at the stake
Track Name: Whatever Happened To Me?
Brillo Pad, Mr. Sheen
Fairy Liquid, Tastes so clean
Pint of Omo, Sink Fresh
Think I've got a blender Fetish

CHORUS:
Whatever Happened To Me? Whatever Happened To Me?
Whatever Happened To Me? Whatever Happened To Me?

Curly-Wurly, Milky Way
Fruit Salads, All day
Snort Sherbet fountains, all kinds of high
There ain't nothing that I won't try

CHORUS

SOLO (Verse length)

CHORUS

Old Spice, Benylin
Pink Gin and banana skin
Marmite on intravenous drip
All I want is another big trip

CHORUS

Then I found a brand new craze
Stick my winkie in the microwave
Tried it once, ooh the pain
I will never try that again!

DOUBLE CHORUS
Track Name: Done Thru
Always complaining, never out of bed.
Bitching and moaning, coming out your head.
Gallons of lipstick, just on one lip.
Blusher and Botox, makes me sick

Chorus
Well I'm done through; I'm done through with you,
Well I'm done through; I'm done through with you,
I'm done through with you…..

Swinging and swapping, my life is hell.
Neighbours reeling in love juice smell.
Can't trust my mates, can't see no one,
My beautiful wife is dogging everyone.

Chorus

I've dressed as a woman, I've tried my best.
More mascara, my mum's best dress.
But I lost you to George next door.
His awesome member touches the floor.

Chorus

No more snarling, puking and wine.
Microwave dinners, balti and lime.
Subbuteo Striker, my new pastimes.
Internet porn on all the time.

Double Chorus
Track Name: It's Not You
You're sat on your phone and you’re sat on my face
You sweat and you moan oh you're such a disgrace
You're having text sex with somebody new
I wouldn’t expect less; I'm doing it too

I’ve found what I’m looking for - You damage my health
I’ve found what I’m looking for - Don’t flatter yourself
I’ve found what I’m looking for - My dreams have come true
I’ve found what I’m looking for and…

Its not you, It's not you
Its not you, It's not you
You're crippled inside an emotional slave
I won't provide the attention you crave
I give you six inches and you take a mile
My whole body flinches whenever you smile

CHORUS

MIDDLE 8
Its not you - Never again
Its not you - Thanks all the same
Its not you - Just take the blame
Its not you - Something I need, Starting to bleed, Listen to me, you just gotta see
It’s not you! You, You, You, You, You.

Collapse on the table I taste your breath
You're so unstable it feels like death
It isn't a maybe, you're never on time
Don't call me baby, it's not even mine!

I’ve found what I’m looking for - You damage my health
I’ve found what I’m looking for - Don’t flatter yourself
I’ve found what I’m looking for - My dreams have come true
I’ve found what I’m looking for and…
Its not you; It's not you
It's not you; It's not you
It's not you; It's not you
It's not you; It's not you
Track Name: Chinese Eyes
The sun comes up,
It's night no more,
You're up on the ceiling,
You crawl across the floor.

You look at them with Chinese eyes,
You've been up all night; you're as high as a kite.

Your senses shattered,
Your nerves are frayed
You gotta get through
The white light of day.

You look at them with Chinese eyes,
You've been up all night; you're as high as a kite.

SOLO

You see your reflection,
You start to draw the line,
There's only one colour,
So watch you go blind.

You look at them with Chinese eyes,
You've been up all night; you're as high as a kite.
You look at them with Chinese eyes,
You've been up all night; you're as high as a kite
Track Name: Lucifer Sam
Lucifer Sam, siam cat.
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side.
That cat's something I can't explain.

Jennifer Gentle, you're a witch.
You're the left side
He's the right side. Oh, no!
That cat's something I can't explain.

Lucifer go to sea.
Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat.
Somewhere, anywhere.
That cat's something I can't explain.

At night prowling sifting sand.
Hiding around on the ground.
He'll be found when you're around.
That cat's something I can't explain………

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