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Ninety Five

Words: James maclaine

Music: James Maclaine & Keith Farmer

Recorded: 1990/1

Musicians:

Def=Adder : lead Vocal

Jimski EEE: Guitars

Smoke-T: Bass

Professor X: Backing Vocals

It's the evening shift so he's under the lift
trying to make himself stronger
chin-ups from a bar he's been lucky so far
but his luck won't hold out any longer

Chorus:
91, 92, 93, 94 never quite made 95
he fell broke and crawled and cooked in a pipe

Life wasn't hard as a securuty guard
and there wasn't a whole lot to do
if he'd stuck to patrolling he wouldn't be falling
14 storey's straight down to his doom

Powdered legs never stopped him the pain never got him
and he crawled into some kind of duct
the smell of him cooking brought search parties looking
but alas far too late he was fucked

or so everybody thought,
as it turns out the poor chap is still alive but he's a total cabbage with no legs, no brain no ANYTHING
but he's still keeping fit,

it's the eving shift he's keeping clear of the lift
trying to make himself stronger
chin-ups from the stairs
strapped to a wheelchair
he won't trust his luck any longer

Yesterday could be today, it feels the same
I might as well be dead
Outside it begins to rain, i feel no pain
Just numb inside my head

The River's running down my pain
I see the girl who has no name
The echoes slowly fade away
Of something someone said

I see the boy he speaks to me
I try to speak and then he laughs
This all could be a dream
I want to scream
And recognise my past

And through the glass the water's grey
My memory is washed away
Along with games we used to play
But nothing seems to last

Yesterday could be today, it feels the same
I might as well be dead
Outside it begins to rain, i feel no pain
Just numb inside my head

And through the glass the water's grey
My memory is washed away
Along with games we used to play
But nothing seems to last

This room's so small the walls crush in
Squeeze me up as they close in
And i can't breathe at all and the light goes dim
and the door is gone and i'm locked in

The strangest feelin your head is reelin
and the lack of space is in your face
a feelin of doom in an enclosed room
it's Claustrophobia

Squashed up with my head in a spin
i'd be more comfortable locked in a bin
the walls so close they touch my skin
i'll kill the guy that locked me in

Gaspin for air with a hellish din
Squashed right up never been this thin
i'm so uptight no i've never been
trapped in a place that fits like skin

I see you on a cold day in Glasgow
The wind blows your hair and makes your eyes close
I get closer it's just like a movie show
Someone walks past then i see you're gone

Every word that we've spoken, a thousand we've screamed
For every smile that you gave me i got a thousand sneers
for every laugh that we shared there were buckets of tears
tell me why
Why do i love you at all

I turn round and look to see where you've gone
but there's so many faces and yours is not one
I call your name it goes unheard in the throng
Someone looks shakes their head then they are gone

I see you later you're getting on to your train
A belch of smoke, a shudder and the train pulls away
Like the last time, and the last time before that
Going back to someone never back home to me.

His last name is Davidson
and his first name is Jim
if we find this stupid cunt
we'll kick his fucking face in
we hate muthahfuckin racists
and Jim Davidson is the worst
we will chuck him off a cliff
and watch the Nazi bastard burst
when he goes splatter on the ground
with a crunching squelching sound
Parma Violent will stand proud
everybody say it out loud

He can piss off with his Chalkie
muthahfuck him and his nick nick
and his stupid snooker gameshow
makes me wanna be sick
Def=Adder will slash him
Jimski EEE will bash him
Smoke-T will thrash him
Professor X will mash him
cos we hate that Davidson
the one with the first name Jim
if we find this stupid cunt
we'll kick his fucking face in

You make some noise not much just enough
before taking that so dangerous puff
Switch on the TV or play a record
to muffle the sound so you won't be heard
ensure you can see the light from the stair
if your parents stir you will be aware
open the windows let the cool air in
and decide that you are ready to begin

So very warily you strike the light
never so loud and rarely as bright
wait for a second pray they don't hear
and then you do it overcoming the fear
put it in your mouth give it a long suck
no light from the stair looks like you're in luck
here comes the smoke a glow from the end
feel the effect pass it on to a friend

Something on TV makes you confused
something unknown makes a friend amused
an ad on the screen tells you to buy it
your friends are too noisy tell them to be quiet
something falls over and clunks on the floor
you start to worry. no light from the door
you take some more the effect takes hold
you worry a bit less you become more bold

And then all too soon it begins to end
it starts to wear off your mind's on the mend
your friends are still noisy you begin to worry
tidy up the stuff you'd better hurry
soon it's all gone but it's still in the air
and you're still afraid they'll come up the stair
out of the window the smoke will soon blow
lie back and relax now they'll never know

Straight outta Langlee

Original Version

Words: Jason Shepherd Music: James Maclaine & Keith Farmer Recorded: 1991 Musicians: Def=Adder : lead Vocal Jimski EEE: Bass Smoke-T: guitars Professor X: Backing Vocals

Straight outta langlee
Crazy muthahfuckah named Def Adder
you may be mad as fuck but ahm madder
fuck with me and ah will kill
Ah don't give a fuck about the Bill
Or a bitch or a pussy assed niggah
A'll put the gat to your head and pull the triggah
if you Dis the Parma Violent
A'll fuck you up so remain silent
Def=Adder will fuck your ass
Through your head mah bullets will pass
In mah car drive over your head
Play P.E. til you are dead
Ahm a baddass with mah ZIPPO
so Niggaz give me no Lip-o
Cos i am a killer from Langlee
with a trail of stiffs right behind me

Straight outta Gattonside
or should that be Gat-side cos the gat is at his side
Fuck with him and he'll smoke your hide
he's a crazy assed nigga who likes Fish
mess with him and he'll kick your dish
A mad muthahfuckah with a guitar
and he'll blow your guts afar
Smash you like a patio door
when he cuts your throat it will be sore
break anything that he sees
Pump bullets in your knees
He programmed the fuckin Spectrum
and he takes no shit from no scum
that's mah homeboy jimski EEE
insane fuckin nigga from PV

Straight outta Tweedbank
built like a tank
Niggaz saw him and their hearts sank
And the corpses they soon stacked
he's the boyyeee with the Bass
and he'll fuck up your face
a mad muthahfuckin ruthless assassin
and his bodycount is amassin
from PV he will kill
So write your muthahfuckin will
He'll blow you away and say fuck it
so you better run suckah cos you aint shit
He's the bruthah with loud boots
take any bitch that he suits
Completely fuck up all your karma
cos Smoke-T is the violent Parma

Straight outta Tweed Road
Professor X will drop a load
On you if you try to fuck with mah boyeee
you'll get your head to play with like a toy
Also known as Geographic
all the girlies want to be on his dick
At night in black he will creep
a Muthafuckah put you to sleep
not with a needle or a noose but a gun
so you better watch your step. SON
To fight him is not ecstacy
So niggaz get out his way
That's mah niggah professor X
life to him is drink drugs and sex

When Parma Violent's in town Death's the trend
Fuck you homeboys, this is the end.

You say a brother's rap causes offence
but ahm gonna jump to his defence
You say this book is an outrage
But you haven't even read one whole page
You Say you want this movie banned
but mind control's what you really planned
You say rock stars love the Devil
take a closer look, they're on the level
You say thi pop video was meant to apall
but you haven't even bothered to watch it all

What you've got to say doesn't mean shit to me or anyone else with a brain, BECAUSE...

You say this Preacher loves his wife
but he fucks hookers in real life
You say the bible is the good book
but it's INSANE i've taken a look
You say Rap puts kids on the wrong track
but you don't like them just cos they're black
you say you love your kids every day
but you send them to prison if they don't pray
You say this Evangelist is a good man
But he's a grand Wizard in the Ku Klux Klan
because...

Under all the religious crap you're just a bunch of nazi bastards who want a white skinned, brain dead God loving society and it's go to... STOP!

You say God says what you must do
But who says morality belongs to you ?
You say it's an offence i tell you true
But who says morality belongs to you ?
You say it's an outrage that this art is true
But who says morality belongs to you ?
You say this Nazi bastard is as pure as dew
But who says morality belongs to you ?
You say i hate this and God does too
But who says morality belongs to you ?

Yeahhhhhhh ! Who the fuck says morality belongs to you ? nobody that's who, so Fuck Tipper Gore, Fuck the PMRC, Fuck the KKK, fuck the MPAA, Fuck Jack Valante, fuck Billy Graham, Fuck Jimmy Swaggart, Fuck the moral majority, Fuck all asshole right wing religious brainwashed BASTARDS. Because......

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