| Lyric | Song |
|---|
| Snow on Easter Sunday, Jesus Christ in reverse | |
| Olympic bidding again and again | |
| The singer is a neurotic drinker, the band little more than a big crashing beat | |
| Amex card - they made such a fuss about giving it to me but I spend more time getting it turned down | |
| Chickens coming home to sit on your shoulder bone | |
| That's why I broke his jaw, that's why I'm doing time | |
| And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit, who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith | |
| If you're like me you're a complete and utter pranny, you'll know what I mean when I say recipe | |
| I stick my Parker pen under my ear, beneath my own carefully scruffed hair | |
| Monday night at operation control, I sat facing rows of monitor mountains | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| To wear Chanel, you have to shave first | |
| Serial number 54129 | |
| When what used to excite you does not, like you've used up all your allowance of experiences | |
| According to the postman it's like the bleeding Bank of England | |
| A pop star in your cell | |
| I keep on knocking but there's no bugger in | |
| McGinty thought he could fool the Fall | |
| Everybody hears the hum at 3am | |
| Unfortunately, this being East Germany, Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor beautification course of the countryside north-west of Dresden | |
| Jeanette Fletcher is strange but not in a horrible way | |
|
VH1's 100 Songs ('90s)
Finish the Lyric
Figure Out the Disney Lyrics II
