The Committee

Drown Drown (Recording.) Sad bastards at the Roy Ayhrs show One day fans in trendy clothes Geeking away to tunes they don't know Big man on steroids and reputations That don't match up to what they did in the past Ya tits ain't that stiff Gary, shut ya mouth Racist gangsters turn into apologetic weak chancers We used to run for the club in town Now I play bass in Gil Scott Heron's band And pass stolen authority on all that is soul and folk Eager Caesars get back in your holes You naughty geezers Nationalisation, slaps on the back Ya old fighting chums are thick lads Don't nod at me like I'm approved Ray Winston wee wee Story's about machetes in small East End pubs Like bunnies on lettuce Jackonori that you gimp he's earned his stripes mates Look at the limp Brown Saturdays rainy 1990's, rainy 1990's Look at the top trumps Look at the top trumps I'm scared Here comes the committee The hand fits the glove and you've all lined up You were sod all then and ya still nothing dock You still act like a man with your PhD In Suedehead snuff and early Reggaeman But the boat don't tip and there's never new ground You just want people to think you're a subculture man Hands like goal nets saving every one When its your 50th birthday you have a party in a pub And invite everyone and walk around Like you just wrote Jimmy Mack Fuck off twat Look at the top trumps Look at the top trumps I'm scared Here comes the committee What needs the machinist don't even hide the lie It's a crap machine no grease industrial I got all cardiacs thinking they're blackbelts With a pair of nunchukas on a box of cereal Goal goal goal goal goal Gary Bushel whoopee cushions under the arse Are the next big thing in breaking glass You are held down by the hand of the crown And the underclass times two We are held down by the hand of the cr... Look at the top trumps Look at the top trumps I'm scared Here comes the committee Look at the top trumps Look at the top trumps I'm scared Here comes the committee