Neurotics Lyrics -
Is Your Washroom Breeding Bolsheviks?

  • The Loneliest Jukebox
  • Inch Away
  • Keep The Faith
  • Angela
  • You Must Be Mad
  • Image of 'Bolsheviks', originally an advert for a tissue towel company using the witchhunt of the McCarthy era to increase sales, it features the image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist
  • The Winds Of Change
  • Never Thought
  • Afrika
  • If Only
  • Local News
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    The Loneliest Jukebox

    I've been feeling so down and out
    now you hate me and you've left this town
    And some bum in New York City scribbles a few more lines down
    A love song he doesn't feel for
    But it earns him a buck
    And as I sit here in England
    It's appropriate enough
    It haunts my soul, breaks my heart and threatens to pull it from me

    Chorus:

    It's the loneliest jukebox I have found
    The loneliest jukebox in this cold and lonely town

    I've got to get drunk tonight, but this companion will only cause me pain
    And out of that smokey bar-room will rise a shattering refrain
    When you go out to a bar, when you feel bad
    There's always a popular record to make you wish that you never had It haunts your soul, breaks you heart and threatens to pull it from you

    Chorus

    Out of my way, this cannot go on
    I've got to change this record and put something happier on
    I was so disappointed, when I got there
    'Cos every selection on that machine was about a broken love affair
    They all haunt my soul, all break my heart
    They were all weeping with me

    Chorus

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    Inch Away.

    She's finally gone, it has taken her so long
    but the beatings went on and he started on the kids
    she thought the thing through, picked them up from school then fled
    into the night.

    Chorus:

    She was so scared she was paralysed
    he held a knife, an inch away from her face.

    He'd break down and cry and beg forgiveness once again
    but she'd heard all those lies, far too many times
    she'd make herself look good like any girl would
    the make up hides the scars.

    Chorus:

    Well times are hard, without money spent on booze
    you can't call the police, you know, there is nothing they can do
    its domestic you see and anyway, who the hell do you think they'd believe
    she said I've got to go, I'm not safe in my home
    but what the hell's it like out there.

    Chorus:

    The holiday snaps don't tell the truth
    the good times, they will haunt you
    but they were so few.
    She's finally gone, it has taken her so long
    but the beatings went on and he started on the kids
    a beautiful girl of fourteen years
    how the hell could he harm her

    Chorus:

    The blade wasn't used, but they were both stabbed through the heart
    by the cold icy chill of a thought
    that this was just the start, the beginning of the end.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    Keep The Faith.

    Keep the faith, we gotta, gotta keep the faith.

    There's something wrong I am sure
    When we measure how well we're off by the poverty next door
    There's something wrong 'round here
    We should be broadening horizons and not closing down the wards.

    Chorus:

    Faint hearted stand aside
    you have not got the pride
    needed day by day to retrieve this battered land
    and Keep the Faith.

    There's no compassion here
    There's too much business interest in South African affairs
    Black acrid smoke fills the air
    Her little pearls of wisdom form a necklace of despair

    Chorus:

    We need change why do you find that strange?
    I will testify to you, there's so much here we could improve
    We need change, why do you find that strange?
    I will testify to you, and I have Marx to prove it too

    Look what they're doing to the youth
    Behold the new slave trade, behold the closing schools
    They will waste the best in you
    so gather up all your convictions
    Lets remove these evil fools

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    Angela.

    I can't help it I keep falling asleep
    Twelve hours of the day in bed are doing absolutely nothing for me
    You work the day, I sleep away and that causes trouble at night
    When I want you, you are too tired and I am wide-awake
    Well in the morning when you rise I don't move
    'Cos I've tossed and turned the night disturbing you
    Oh what the hell I'm I supposed to do

    Chorus:

    Oh Angela, Angela, dear Angela
    You are breaking my heart

    I can't afford to go out and you hate staying in
    And we're both sick and tired of you paying for everything
    It's an easy come, easy go, kind of life
    When you both earn a wage, it broadens out your life
    Who were you drinking with last night?

    Chorus

    Have you heard the news, soon they'll send children down the mines
    Oh what's new, they used to do that in Victorian times
    Have you heard the news, youth unemployment is stable again
    It's not what it seems, they're all on training schemes You are my world, I've nothing else to fill each lonely day
    And in the quiet of the afternoon I hear my life tick... tock... away
    Well, a room can be a prison when you're kept in
    You need money for everything
    Durex, cigarettes, travel and booze, Angela I swear I'm missing you
    I want you, I need you.
    I want you, I need you.

    Chorus

    Come on please reply to me

    Chorus

    (Copyright DREWETT 1998 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    You Must Be Mad

    Careers and jobs don't fall from the sky
    These days you have to grovel on your knees now
    It's enough to make you cry
    He wanted to see some of the world
    Wear a uniform, impress the girls
    Have a little money when on leave
    And he wanted to settle down
    He settled down in a hole in the ground
    In that training scheme in Port Stanley
    'cos you know as killing comes and goes, this one wins votes

    Chorus:

    You must be mad
    Well I thought you had a lot more sense than that
    You must be mad
    Well I found out, you're not that kind of lad
    You are simply mad

    He got under the feet of his family at home
    That pressure finally made his mind up
    It's enough to make you cry, yeah, yeah, yeah
    He wanted to see some of the world
    Thought uniforms impressed the girls
    Have a little pride no-one here could give
    And he wanted to settle down, he settled down in a hole in the ground
    In that training scheme in Port Stanley
    And you know, as killing comes and goes, this one wins votes.

    Chorus:

    And it all comes down to you.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1998 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited)

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    The Winds Of Change

    The generation that invented the bomb
    turned on its youth, told them they were wrong
    "you are the vanguard of our moral decline"
    The generation that stopped Vietnam
    have voted in Reagen as their ideal man
    but Nicaraqua will survive
    and if you fight and run away, you'll live to fight another day
    and if you live another day, you must learn to fight another way

    Chorus:

    Smiling through the pain, your eyes can't hide
    that look of mild distain, where anger used to rise
    smiling through the strain, you've been sucked dry
    by worrying about your age and believing media lies,
    the winds of change, they blow our way
    the winds of change, you either snap or bend and sway

    If this is living, you've got to be mad
    If this is living, then living is sad
    If this is living, then I don't wanna live here America the home of the brave, the "me" generation lost in space
    looking for a New World to patronise
    United Kingdom the fifty-first state
    we're not their backyard we're their garden gate
    forever, forever swinging to the right
    and if you fight and run away, you'll live to fight another day
    and if live another day, you must learn to fight another way

    Chorus:

    If this is living, you gotta be mad,
    If this is living then living is sad,
    If this is living I dont' wanna live here

    Chorus:

    If this is living, you gotta be mad,
    If this is living then living is sad,
    If this is living I dont' wanna live here


    the winds of change, you either snap or bend and sway
    If this living, if this is living, if this is living
    I don't wanna live here.

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 Published by PRESENT TIME LTD)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    Never Thought

    At Holborn station the vagrants greet my eyes
    It's a wonder they survive these cold and bitter nights
    The chill I feel comes not from these cold winds
    But from seeing youth pulling food out of the bins
    And hour by hour their numbers increase and you know As we lay in front of the fire
    You hate your body and I hate mine
    As if in someway we're deprived
    I just gaze into your eyes, and I coo into your ears

    Chorus:

    Never thought that I would ever need someone,
    someone like you
    Never thought that I would ever meet someone
    as lovely as you

    I watch the snow falling in Parker Street
    London shivers while it's trying to get to sleep
    And there are those who won't be waking up anymore
    Yes winter kills but it only kills the poor
    And hour by hour their numbers increase and you know
    As we lay in front of the fire
    You hate your body and I hate mine
    As if in some way we're deprived
    I just gaze into your eyes, and I drivel in your ear

    Chorus:

    When you've no money, you have nothing at all
    When you have no love and no home, you cannot walk tall
    The chill I feel comes not from these cold winds
    But from seeing youth pulling food out of the bins
    From cardboard city to the dreaded spike and you know As we lay in front of the fire
    You hate your body and I hate mine
    As if in some way we're deprived
    I just gaze into your eyes, and I coo into your ear

    Chorus

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 Published by PRESENT TIME LTD)

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    Afrika

    I've had enough of seeing people shot down to the ground
    Any caring human being would wanna bring this regime down
    We've been feeding starving people with the latest 12inch disc
    While down in south the slaughter continues, it makes me sick

    Chorus

    Talking 'bout Afrika, South Afrika

    A legacy of Hitler has raised his head again,
    'cos we all know that Botha is Thatcher's friend
    She says "No" to sanctions, she says they'll just do harm
    She puts her money where her mouth is and out comes Afrikaans

    Chorus

    It's liberation time

    Well, Live Aid raised millions of Dollars, Pounds and Francs
    But a pillar of Apartheid are the western banks
    And you can't ease your conscience with a cheque book anymore
    'Cos the state is causing riots outside your own front door.

    Chorus

    (Copyright DREWETT 1988 Published by Logo Songs).

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    If Only.

    All I seem to do is sit here thinking of you
    When pleasure and pain become one and the same
    It leaves me dazed and confused
    I have a lock of your hair, snarled up in a curled elastic band
    Not given in love but pulled out from your head
    The last night you spent in my bed

    Chorus:

    If only you knew, just how much you've been torturing me
    If only you knew, well if only I could stop thinking
    If only you knew

    Hassles in life, they will come and go
    But the hardest thing I have found
    Is trying to live with myself


    I can't get to sleep, I infrequently eat
    and I'm smoking my way back to yellow stained teeth
    Mention cancer to me and I'll inwardly freeze and vow never again
    I want to relive the passions of those days,
    skin cells under finger nails and sheets in disarray
    And that feeling of calm as I lay in your arms and I'd whisper into your ear

    Chorus:

    What they have said, I don't give a damn
    They see the world different from me
    And you know they always have

    Chorus:

    That I'm missing you, If only you knew, If only you knew

    (Copyright DREWETT Published by PRESENT TIME PUBLISHING 1988)

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    Image of a very angry worker who has just decided to become a communist

    Local News.

    All local news, all local news, all local news.

    A little thing I tried to keep secret was published today
    It's funny how a local paper can change the way people behave
    The neighbours don't talk to me
    Net-curtain people had a conference in the street
    You should hear the gossip that goes 'round
    When one's not present they run them into the ground
    With quivering lips and spiteful tongues
    Aimed at absolutely anyone
    Monday morning I got into work and my foremen come up to me
    He said "I'd like to see you in my office around about quarter to three"
    I guessed it, my job had gone
    Over a column only two inches long
    "We can't afford to keep you on, now you've broke the law"
    "It's not what our company stands for"
    But the company car will still be cleaned
    By someone else on a training scheme
    Don't get in your local news

    Remember the night you cried over the telephone
    It was your sixteenth birthday but I'm not allowed in your home
    The finger's not pointing it's prodding and I've just about had enough of your local news

    All local news, all local news, all local news

    Remember the night you cried over the telephone
    It was your sixteenth birthday but I'm not allowed in your home
    The finger's not pointing it's prodding and I've just about had enough of your local news
     

    Saw an old teacher the other day, he said "I read what you done"
    He said "I always thought you'd never change,
    I always knew one day you would get done"
    Self-righteous hypocrite
    It's more like you who hasn't changed
    A racist school teacher, teaching and feeding ignorance and hate
    "And how many minds have you poisoned,
    In the years since I left that school"
    Don't get in your local news.

    (Copyright DREWETT Published by PRESENT TIME PUBLISHING 1988).

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