Neurotics Single Lyrics

Hypocrite You Said No When The Oil Runs Out Ohno Kick Out The Tories Mindless Violence No Sanctuary

Licensing Hours Blitzkrieg Bop Suzi is a Heartbreaker Fools When I Need You Living With Unemployment Never Thought

No Sanctuary Hey you, what are you trying to do? You keep throwing me out your house And saying I'm through Well let me in I've got no-where to sleep I've got no money in my pockets And I've got no shoes on my feet You know all my fantasies 'cos you found my magazines You call them dirty habits And you say that I'm obscene Can't you keep it down you're beginning to shout Can't you speak more quietly you're talking too loud Chorus: Quiet, don't tell me to be quiet Why don't you try to be quiet? What the hell are you trying to prove It's not me who's the arse-hole but, you I,I,I,I,I, I have no sanctuary I realise I'm the family sore I'm not your Mothercare baby no more I said I,I,I, I have no sanctuary Can't play no rock 'n' roll my parents knock and they bang on the floor/door When I bring a girl home You try your best to pretend 'Cos you know I get so violently angry When you abuse my friends Just wanna hide my head at the end of the day Worn out by people like you Who are always trying to get their own way Chorus I,I,I,I have no sanctuary Sometimes I think I'm going insane, the same old arguments again and again I,I,I,I have no sanctuary Sometimes I just want to scream but then again it ain't as bad as it seems. (Copyright DREWETT - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited). Back to Top List

Licensing Hours. I'm sick and tired of having my drink snatched out of my hand you're enough to make a placid person into an angry man well I don't listen to you you can stand behind me breathing down my back Chorus: well I ain't drunk yet, but you're a pain in the neck, I said something's gonna happen, In these licensing hours. I realise this ain't a doss house and I do have a home to go to but you see my friends agree with me when I say I've had enough of you you've got your job to do, but you're ruthless too and you'll damn well make sure it's done Chorus: We love your licensing hours la,la,la,licensing hours yes we do, yes we do oh, yes we do oh yes we do. Give me your glasses, I want your glasses, give me your glasses now give me your glasses, I want your glasses, give them to me then get out well I don't listen to you, you stand behind me breathing down my back. Chorus: It's really hard to restrain yourself when you're being dragged out of the door and It's hard to be drunk and disorderly when they wont serve you anymore spend the night in a cell, all for the sake of a bell that you didn't hear anyway. Chorus: (Copyright DREWETT 1982 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited) Back to Top List

Blitzkrieg Bop (Ramones: additional lyrics Drewett) A never ending arms race It's gonna blow in our face We've already had a foretaste At the Blitzkrieg bop We've gotta take a chance We've gotta gotta move fast 'Cos this may be our last chance At the Blitzkrieg bop Chorus: Hey ho lets go Let's stop them in their tracks now What they want we all know Excessive power and control (Third verse same as the first) Do you understand me? Little cretins getting angry We wanna save our families From the Blitzkrieg bop Chorus: Is my skin receding? Am I really bleeding? No awareness and no feeling At the Blitzkrieg bop In this world of anguish Pain is our common language Into ashes we will vanish At the Blitzkrieg bop Lyrics reproduced by kind permission of Chappell/Bleu Disque music (Copyright THE RAMONES 1983 Published by CHAPPELL/BLEUDISQUE MUSIC Back to Top List

Suzi Is A Heartbreaker Brought together by a rig-check It was love at first sight When we eyeballed at the burger stall On the A11 one night Pretty soon we were married We tried to settle down But it all fell apart Because of this sound Chorus: Her finger's on the pulse of the radio world The Casanova channel for shy boys and girls Well if you're ugly that's quite alright No-one will know out there in the night My Suzi was a heartbreaker I got used to sitting alone In our living room at night Watching awful comedies Through the TVI While she directed the riots From the gloom of her bedside light We had our arguments And we had our rows But no matter what I said She would not put that thing down Chorus: I woke up late one night And I turned my head I stared at the indentation Next to me in the bed I walked over to the CB And I turned it on I found her on the OneFour (14) She was telling me she had gone Oh yeah yeah yeah! Oh no no no! The streets aren't safe anymore I don't like to go out on my own So if I need any company I just bring it right into my home I just get on the OneFour And I've got thousands of friends And if I'm really really lucky I will hear her and see her again Chorus: OneFour for a copy! Glossary of CB phrases 'Rig Check' - Using fellow CB'ers to check signal and reception 'Eyeball' - Meeting fellow CB'ers face to face 'TVI' - TV interference caused by unscreened rigs 'OneFour' ('14') - Open channel for the purpose of initial contact of breakers 'OneFour for a copy' - Phrase used for making aforementioned contact. (Copyright DREWETT 1984 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited) Back to Top List

Fools. Have you ever spent the night on the streets? when your body's so numb you can't feel the rain on your feet I do believe in love and the things it can do but I'm sorry I can't find a trace of it in you. You can get cornered in an alley feel a fist strike you hard in the face you get kneed in the groin and left to feel your own pain I do believe in love and the things it can do but I’ m sorry I can't find a trace of it in you. Chorus: you're all fools, fools, fools you're all fools,fools, just fools Well your lips are moving but I can tell that you lie 'cos your teeth are too white and your mouth's open too wide I do believe in love and the things it can do but I'm sorry I can't find a trace of it in you. Well I've seen your policies, they're stuck on toilet walls what kind of a party, competes with sexual based scrawls? I do believe in love and the things it can do but I'm sorry I can't find a trace of it in you. If that noose in your hand hangs from a racialist stand then a life of a nation will be choked from the land. A hand full tyrants rules a kingdom of hell what kind of a future are you trying to sell? I do believe in love and the things it can do but I'm sorry I can't find a trace of it in you. Chorus: and there are a hell of a lot of people in the world like you, that I have seen there are hell of a lot of people in the world like you. (Copyright DREWETT 1983 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited) Back to Top List

When I Need You. You were throbbing at my dirty thoughts And you know at times this evening You made it hard for me to walk Chorus: But now I've got this pretty girl And she's lying here waiting/sleeping So where are you when I need you? When I need you, when I need you Where the hell are you? You've always been there when I needed relief at night But now I've got the real thing you're nowhere in sight Chorus Sometimes when you try to prove you're a man You end up mutton dressed as lamb I must have drunk more than I realised 'cos this little thing has taken me completely by surprise Chorus I can't manage it, I can't do it at all It's so embarrassing You make me feel only four inches tall Chorus Sometimes when you try to prove you're a man You end up mutton dressed as lamb. (Copyright DREWETT 1983 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited) Back to Top List

Living With Unemployment. I was living in a newtown I had problems with my parents So I moved on up to London town Where they said that things were happening, going down Chorus: Living in a bedsit Bunking the tube trains Sleeping all day long And you know no one, cos you don't go out, cos you've got no work You just watch television Living with unemployment I, I ain't got a job, and, there's no work in the city They, they always try to blame it on the blacks But it's really those in power who stab you in the back Chorus Well 'round our way, we ain't got a lot but after two years on the dole, I felt I'd been left to rot but now I've joined the Army and, believe it or not I'm going to Northern Ireland and, I'm going to get shot! Chorus Living with unemployment Oh you get so lonely Living with unemployment It gets so frustrating Living with unemployment And the Neurotics wanna tell you, what it's like to be Unemployed, out of work, unemployed, out of work (repeat) "Try to stay, out of trouble dear..." It's lonely for you And it's lonely for me It's lonely for all of us - can't you see? Chorus Living with unemployment Oh you get so lonely Living with unemployment It gets so frustrating - living without When you're out of work They treat you like dirt I said when you're out of work They treat you like dirt It's all part of the plan (8) We are the scroungers (4) Living with unemployment (Copyright JEAN MARIE CARROLL/NICKY TESCO alternative lyrics DREWETT 1983 Published by STREET MUSIC) Back to Top List

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 - Cote Basque Music Publishing Limited) Back to Top List Return to non-frames menu