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This is a ballad to be sung to the tune of ‘Blessed Assurance’ for the verses and the choruses to any song from the album ‘Never mind the B…cks’ by the Sex Pistols.
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The glamour man came on stage for the TV celebrity show and sang:
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Eggs by the dozen Bacon galore I live in plenty But still I want more. My belly is bloated My circumference wide I can’t see my thingy Or do up my flies. (Chorus) I’M AN ENGLISH HEDONIST (x2) Spewing out filth And slipping on it. Choking on my bile Messing up my life I don’t know what to do Don’t know wrong from right. |
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YEAH YEAH YEAH. GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT |
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House in the suburbs Wife at the door I live with plenty But Plenty wants more. I’ve had dream vacations I’ve fathered a child I’ve worked in a dream job Yet am still empty inside. |
(Chorus) I’M AN ENGLISH MATERIALIST (x2) Stacking out my house With technogibberish. Treading on people Leaping ahead The wife safely chained To kitchen and bed. |
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YEAH YEAH YEAH. GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT |
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Food keeps dissolving Memories fade Computers and hi-fi Gather dust in the shade. My family ages Our skin in decay One by one we perish To rot in the grave. |
(Chorus) I’M AN ENGLISH ATHEIST (x2) BBC told me God doesn’t exist. Meaning and Truth Have nothing to say So zip up your boots And party away. |
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YEAH YEAH YEAH. GRUNT, SNORT, SPIT
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| FOOTNOTE ‘For God so loved the world That whoever believes in Him Shall not perish But have eternal life’ |
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He has placed within me A heart that dances A boundless joy That thunders victory Over the suffering of emptiness. This is knowing Jesus! |