WPC 293

by Rob Wilson

I've finished with my life of crime, I realise my fate
You put on the straight and narrow, help me turning straight
Like your Canadian counterpart you always get your man
Clip on those handcuffs - take me in, I'll take hold of your hand
'Cos your such a credit to your uniform
It clings so tightly, showing off your form
Something snapped inside my brain
I don't even know your name
Release me WPC293

I know my rights you've got to search me starting from the top
Run your hands from head to toe, you'll find out what I've got
You're looking for an offensive weapon or something you'd call "hot"
Do your duty, take your time I'll show you what I've got
'Cos your such a credit to your uniform, etc

WPC293, why are you arresting me
Lock up my heart, throw away the key
Don't set me free

Inside the station walking past the sergeant at the desk
I try to think of some defence, while I gaze at your legs
We reach our destination, it's cold and grey inside
You push me in - the cell door slams and in the dark I cry
Oh! your such a credit to your uniform
It clings so tightly, showing off your form
Cell door slams inside my brain
I will never be the same
Release me WPC293

WPC293, why are you arresting me
Lock up my heart, throw away the key
Don't set me free
Won't you set me free
No don't set me free


21st Century Man

By Toby Beaufoy

Shape up! Step down!
Don’t you think you turn around?
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Growing up, getting old
Don’t you think it’s oversold?
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Hip hop, dance a lot
Don’t you think you’ll blow your top?
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Try another Big Brother, then you’re going to sell your Mother
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?

Yes, you can
21st Century Man

It’s really getting to you, yeah!
Take me back home.

Fanatical suicide
Don’t be sitting by your side
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Your times up so stop working,
Clear your desk and get moving.
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Hip hop, dance a lot
Think I’m going to blow my top
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?
Try another Big Brother, think they’re going to sell your Mother
Don’t you think it’s getting to you?

Yes, you can
21st Century Man


The Morning After the Night Before

By Rob Wilson

When I wake in the morning
Will I still know your name?
Will the guilt that the dawn brings
Make me feel the same?
I know that it’s wrong
But I’ve got to hold on.
I can feel it’s so wrong
But I’ve got to be strong.

The morning after the night before will come.

You look a million dollars
In the warm light of lust
But the dawn light that follows
Turns your assets to dust.
Well, I know that it’s wrong
But I’ve got to hold on.
I can feel it’s so wrong
But I’ve got to be strong.

The morning after the night before will come.

Hey, hey, it’s getting out of hand.
It’s a one night stand
And the time will come when I will understand.

The morning after the night before will come.

There’s been too many mornings
After the night before
And I find that I’m asking
What the hell was it for?
‘Cos, I know that it’s wrong
But I’ve got to hold on.
I can feel it’s so wrong
But I’ve got to be strong.

The morning after the night before will come.


Show Me the Road

by Toby Beaufoy

I’ve got the fever.
I’ve got the time.
I’ve got the running,
All mine.
Ain’t got no money,
Ain’t got a dime
But I’ve got a feeling
And that feeling’s unkind.

Well, I’m running on down the street
And they ain’t gonna catch me
No matter how hard they try.
Well if I’ve got to lose you Baby, I don’t mind.
I’ll trade my guitar for a girlfriend in the year 2009.
When my feet start slipping and my nerves won’t set me free
I’ll trade my guitar for a girlfriend just you wait and see, yeah.

I’ll go driving,
Out of town.
Keep on moving,
Get down.
Stay under cover,
Lay low,
Go into hiding,
I’m gonna steal the show.

Well my heart just skipped a beat
And they ain’t gonna catch me
No matter how hard they try.
Well if I’ve got to lose you Baby, I don’t mind.
I’ll trade my guitar for a girlfriend in the year 2009.
When my feet start slipping and my nerves won’t set me free,
I’ll trade my guitar for a girlfriend just you wait and see, yeah.

Well my heart just skipped a beat
And I’m running on down the street
And they ain’t gonna catch me
No matter how hard they try.
Well if I’ve got to lose you Baby, I don’t mind.
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