Self titled EP lyrics
Evil Eye
Nothing to Lose
Get in the Van
Cold blooded hot lover
Hangovers in halfcabs
Evil eye’s been watching, evil eyes so cold.
Evil eye’s the devil to whom I sold my soul.
Evil eye’s the black spot in the back of my mind
Evil eye is restless nights when sleep I can’t find
I can’t break free, I get the feeling…
Evil eye’s watching me.
Evil eye’s been calling, you’re down no your knees
But you won’t pick it up; put your mind to ease.
Evil eye’s in the darkside speak a twisted truth.
Evil eye’s a testing time for departed youth.
I can’t break free, I get the feeling…
Evil eye’s watching me!
Evil eye
Evil eye
Evil eye
CH45
I don’t like this life that I’ve been living because it’s only bad habits I’ve been feeding.
It’s the same shitty spots, the same shitty pub,
It’s really nothing new, but the way it’s making me feel what else are you going to do?
Going to go out, going to smash it up.
Going to fuck the world, going to try my luck.
Grab some cold ones from bargain booze.
Hit the street sips got nothing to lose.
Looking outside my window, its 88 shades of grey.
It’s not a pretty picture; well that’s what people say.
I’ve got a fistful of misfortune, mistakes on my behalf.
When the night is black and the streets are red that’s where we’re going to start.
Gonna go out, going to smash it up.
Gonna fuck the world, going to try my luck.
Grab some cold ones from bargain booze.
Hit the street sips got nothing to lose.
Stuck for cash with a dirt tash and I feel like a vagabond king
A chequered shirt’s my suit of dirt and all I will be wearing
DDF, Sam and Jesus Crust never made a sound
Cause we’re holding back and drinking up for hallowed concrete ground
Miles of course, stoner at the map it’s a desolate dusty road
Black forest sleeps in nature’s tent became our abode
Wikerman land was getting out of hand, there’s a skull on the graveyard wall
Black clouds looming, traffic is fuming so it’s back to the wrecking ball.
Get in the van.
The only way to be.
Get in the van.
LxBxPx
Do you want to be alone tonight? Do you want to be with me?
Do you want to taste everything you cannot see?
You don’t have to be alone tonight in your misery.
Just break the tie that binds and just break free.
Been thinking about it, been seeing shapes.
Relationships that I can’t break.
Won’t talk about it, what I’d like to do
On a cold black night just me and you.
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright if you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover.
Won’t talk about it, but I’m feeling faint,
My veins are shaking, won’t hesitate,
Metallic taste is in my mouth,
Now’s the time to strike, the jury’s out.
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright if you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover, I’m alright you’re alright
Cold blooded hot lover tonight.
Speak in tongues of authority, are you listening I am not.
You speak to fast I answer too slow my brain’s about to rot.
Inverse logic redefine books, this bye-law’s a fucking scam.
Just spent all my weekend running from a yellow van.
The world is spinning, got holes in my shoes
Hangovers in halfcabs, it’s nothing new.
Every spot’s a bust or a 500 pound fine
Put a fly poster on the wall you’re going to be serving time,
Living in suppression in the capital of culture,
We want our freedom back; they’re liver birds not vultures!
The world is spinning, got holes in my shoes
Hangovers in halfcabs, it’s nothing new.
It’s nothing new!
Jackson Pollack eat yer heart out
Napping through power violence
Andy Horror. Setting up for the last gig in Birmingham
Voyeur Fox himself.
Gamblers anonymous. Were supposed to be playing Boston. The promoter cancelled cos his band were playing the 1 in 12 that night. Fucking lame. went to Grimsby and had a dos about.
Sam enjoying the ice cream in Clethorpes
Donkey
We had no gig on the Saturday so we went back to leeds for a piss up. Stayed at Roz, 
Sold Out Leeds. Laffin. Sweaty and a boss gig.
Rancid bunch of cunts. Shave that tash!
Tom eats nothing but pizza when we’re on the road. “None of this jazzy shit”
Loading out of The Ben Johnson in Birmingham. Last night of the Tour. Time to go home.
Nottingham was good apart from the internal fighting. H played pool and stayed clear.
