Demonios beligerantes
dirigen las escuelas de Manchester.
Cerdos sin carácter
con mentes cementadas.

El profe lidera las tropas,
celoso de la juventud,
lleva el mismo traje desde 1962.
Baila el pasodoble
por mi nuca.

Quiero irme a casa,
no quiero quedarme.
Renuncio a la educación como un grave error.

Entre semana, en el campo de juego,
el profe te da un porrazo en las rodillas,
un rodillazo en la ingle
y un codazo en la cara,
dejando moretones más grandes que platos llanos.

Quiero irme a casa,
no quiero quedarme.

Demonios beligerantes
dirigen las escuelas de Manchester.
Spineless bastards, all

El profe lidera las tropas,
celoso de la juventud
Cuenta los mismos chistes desde 1902.
Baila el pasodoble
por mi nuca.

Quiero irme a casa,
no quiero quedarme.
Renuncio a la vida como un grave error.

Por favor excúseme de gimnasia,
tengo un resfriado terrible.
Él agarra y devora,
me patea en las duchas,
me patea en las duchas,
y agarra y devora.

Quiero irme a casa,
no quiero quedarme.

La última noche de la feria
By the big wheel generator
A boy is stabbed and his money is grabbed
And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine

She is famous, she is funny
An engagement ring no significa nada
To a mind consumed by brass money

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

La última noche de la feria
From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side

From a seat on a whirling waltzer
Her skirt ascends for a watching eye
It's a hideous trait on her mother's side

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

Then someone falls in love and someone's beaten up
Someone's beaten up and the senses being dulled are mine
And someone falls in love, then someone's beaten up
And the senses being dulled are mine

And though I walk home alone
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachute?"

This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said, "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachute?"

So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen
This means you really love me

And though I walk home alone
I just might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout
I might walk home alone
But my faith in love is still devout

On the day that your mentality
Decides to try to catch up with your biology
Come 'round

'Cause I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology

I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, all over my face

A double-bed
And a stalwart lover, for sure
Estas son las riquezas de los pobres.

A double-bed
And a stalwart lover, for sure
Estas son las riquezas de los pobres.

And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over, my face

Un niño duro que a veces se traga clavos
Raised on Prisoner's Aid
mató a un policía when he was 13
And somehow that really impressed me
But it's written all over my face

Estas las riquezas de los pobres

Estas las riquezas de los pobres

I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's written all over my face

On the day that your mentality
Catches up with your biology

And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the railway-station
It's all over my face

What she said
"How come someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead
And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready"

What she said was sad
But then, all the rejection she's had
To pretend to be happy could only be idiocy

What she said was not
For the job or lover that she never had

What she read
All heady books she'd sit and prophesize
It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
To really, really open her eyes

What she read
All heady books she'd sit and prophesize
It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
To really, really open her eyes

What she said
¡Fumo porque espero una muerte temprana
y necesito aferrarme a algo!

What she said
¡Fumo porque espero una muerte temprana
y necesito aferrarme a algo!

Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Time's tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, I'm afraid
It doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh

But that joke isn't funny anymore
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
It's too close to home
And it's too near the bone
More than you'll ever know ...

Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down

It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
And now it's happening in mine

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
And now it's happening in mine

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
And now it's happening in mine

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
And now it's happening in mine
Oh ...

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
Oh ...
And now it's happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
Oh...
And now, now, now it's happening in mine
(I've seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh...now, now

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
Oh...
And now it's happening in mine
(Happen)
Happening in mine
Oh...
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine

I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
Oh...
And now, now, now it's happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine

I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means, of slender means
Each household appliance
Is like a new science in my town

And if the day came
When I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock
I'd probably jump in the ocean
And when a train goes by
It's such a sad sound
No, it's such a sad thing

I'd like to drop my trousers to the queen
Every sensible child will know what this means
Los pobres y los necesitados
son egoístas and greedy on her terms

And if the day came
When I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock
probablemente saltaría al océano
y cuando pasa un tren
es un sonido tan triste,
no, es algo tan triste.

And when I'm lying in my bed
pienso en la vida
y en la muerte también,
y ninguna particularly appeals to me

And if the day came
When I felt a natural emotion
I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie
In the middle of the street and die
I'd lie down and die
Oh, oh

Well I wonder Do you hear me when you sleep?
I hoarsely cry

Well I wonder
Do you see me when we pass?
I half-die

Por favor tenme presente
Por favor tenme presente

Gasping but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am

Gasping, dying but somehow still alive
This is the final stand of all I am

Por favor tenme presente

A los niños rebeldes
que no quieren crecer
hay que tomarles la mano.
A las niñas rebeldes
que no quieren echar raíces
hay que tomarles la mano.

Un golpe en la cabeza
es lo que recibes por no preguntar.
Un golpe en la cabeza
es lo que recibes por preguntar.

A los niños rebeldes
que no quieren crecer
hay que tomarles la mano.
A las niñas rebeldes
que no quieren echar raíces
hay que tomarles la mano.

A crack on the head
Is what you get for not asking
And a crack on the head
Is what you get for asking

No...a crack on the head
Is what you get for not asking
And a crack on the head
Is what you get for asking

A crack on the head
Is just what you get
Why? Because of who you are!
And a crack on the head
Is just what you get
Why? Because of what you are!
A crack on the head
Because of :
Those things you said
Things you said
The things you did

Unruly boys
Who will not grow
Must be taken in hand
Unruly girls
Who will not grow
They must be taken in hand
Ah...oh, no...oh, no
Ah...oh, no...oh, no
No...no, no, no
No...no, no

Heifer whines could be human cries
se acerca el cuchillo chillador
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
Una muerte sin motivo,
una muerte sin motivo es ASESINATO.

Y la carne que you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
Una muerte sin motivo,
una muerte sin motivo es ASESINATO.

And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is MURDER
Y el pavo you festively slice
Is MURDER
¿Sabes cómo mueren los animales?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER

No es "natural", ni "normal", ni amable.
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER

NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
Oh...and who hears when animals cry ?