@ALBUM: Your Arsenal @SONG: YOU'RE GONNA NEED SOMEONE ON YOUR SIDE With the world's fate resting on your shoulders, You're gonna need someone on your side. You can't do it by yourself any longer, You're gonna need someone on your side. Someone kindly told me that you'd wasted Eight of nine lives. Oh, give yourself a break before you break down. You're gonna need someone on your side. And here I am! And here I am! Well, you don't need to look so pleased. Day or night, there is no difference, You're gonna need someone on your side. Day or night, there is no difference, You're gonna need someone soon. And here I am! And here I am! Well, you don't need to look so pleased. @SONG: GLAMOROUS GLUE First day with the joy you find, Everyone lies. First day with the joy you find, Everyone lies, Nobody minds, Everyone lies. Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? Third week with the joy you find, Everything dies. ``We won't vote Conservative, Because we never have.'', Everyone lies, everyone lies, Where is the man you respect? And where is the woman you love? Everything of worth, On earth, Is there to share I used to dream and I used to vow, I wouldn't dream of it now. We look to Los Angeles For the language we use London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead London is dead I'm too much in love, I'm too much in love. ?? I know, I'll go, Empty hand From the land ?? @SONG: WE'LL LET YOU KNOW How sad are we? And how sad have we been? We'll let you know, We'll let you know. Oh, but only if You're really interested. You wonder how We've stayed alive 'til now. We'll let you know. But only if You're really interested. We're all smiles Then, ``honest I swear it's the turnstyles That make us hostile.'' We will descend On anyone unable to defend Themselves. And the songs we sing, They're not supposed to mean a thing, La da da . . . La da da . . . etc. We may seem cold, Or we may even be The most depressing people you've ever known. At heart, what's left, we sadly know That we are the last truly British people you'll ever know. We are the last truly British people you will ever know. @SONG: THE NATIONAL FRONT DISCO David, the wind blows, The wind blows Bits of your life away. Your friends all say, ``Where is our boy? Ah, we've lost our boy''. But they should know, Where you've gone, Because again and again you've explained That you're going to . . . Oh, oh, oh, going to . . . Yeah, yeah, yeah, ``England for the English'', ``England for the English''. David, the wind's blown, The wind's blown All of my dreams away. And I still say, ``Where is our boy? Ah, we've lost our boy''. But I should know Why you've gone, Because again and again you've explained You're going to the National . . . Ah, to the National . . . There's a country, You don't live there, But one day you would like to. And if you show them what you're made of, Ah, then you might do. But David, we wonder, We wonder if the thunder Is ever really gonna begin, Begin, begin You're mum says, ``I've lost my boy''. But she should know Why you've gone, Because again and again you've explained You're going to the National, To the National, To the National Front disco, Because you want the day to come sooner, You want the day to come sooner, You want the day to come sooner, When you've settled the score. Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National, Oh, the National. @SONG: CERTAIN PEOPLE I KNOW I take the cue from Certain People I Know, I use the cue and then I hand it on to you. And when I swing it so it catches his eye, Would you dare? You'd have died. I trust the views of Certain People I Know, They look at danger and they laugh their heads off. Their clothes are imitation George The Twenty-Third, Don't you find this absurd? I'd hate to be like Certain People I Know, They break their necks and can't afford to get them fixed. They'd sacrifice all of their principles for, ``Anything casual'' -- I do believe it's terrible. Oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah, ah. Oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah, ah. Oh, oh, oh. Ah, ah, ah. @SONG: WE HATE IT WHEN OUR FRIENDS BECOME SUCCESSFUL We hate it when our friends become successful, We hate it when our friends become successful. Oh, look at those clothes, Now look at that face it's so old, And such a video, Well, it's really laughable, Ah hahahaha etc. We hate it when our friends become successful, And if they're northern That makes it even worse and If we can destroy them You bet your life we will destroy them. If we can hurt them, well, We may well. It's really laughable, Ah hahahaha etc. You see, it should have been me. It could have been me. Everybody knows, everybody says so. They say, ``Oh, you have loads of songs, So many songs, More songs than they can stand -- Verse, chorus, middle eighth break'' Just listen, ``La la la etc.'' @SONG: YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME, FATTY You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. Ah-hey. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm ever in your way. Ah-hey. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. All over Battersea, Some hope and some despair. You're the one for me, fatty, You're the one I really, really love. And I will stay, Promise you'll say if I'm in your way. You're the one for me fatty, You're the one for me-a-hey . . . @SONG: SEASICK, YET STILL DOCKED I am a poor, freezing-cold soul, So far from where I intended to go. Scavenging through life's very constant lulls, So far from where I'm determined to go. Wish I knew the way to reach the one I love. There is no way. Wish I had the charm to attract the one I love, But, you see, I've got no charm. Tonight I've consumed much more than I can hold, Oh, this is very clear to you. And you can tell I have never really loved. You can tell, by the way, I sleep all day. And all of my life no-one gave me anything. No-one has ever given me anything. My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye. You must be such a fool to pass me by. @SONG: I KNOW IT'S GONNA HAPPEN SOMEDAY My love, Wherever you are, Whatever you are, Don't lose faith. I know it's gonna happen someday To you. Please wait . . . Please wait . . . Ah, ha, ha, Wait . . . Don't lose faith. You say that the day Just never arrives And it's never seemed so far away. Still I know it's gonna happen someday To you. Please wait . . . Don't lose faith @SONG: TOMORROW Tomorrow, Will it really come? And if it does come, Will I still be human? All I ask of you, Is one thing that you never do, Would you put your arms around me, (I won't tell anyone). Tomorrow, Does it have to come. All I ask of you, Is one thing that you'll never do, Would you put your arms around me, (I won't tell anybody). Tomorrow, And what must come before... Oh! The pain in my arms! Oh! The pain in my legs! Oh! My shiftless body. Tommorrow, It's surely nearer now. You don't think I'll make it, I never said I wanted to. Well, did I? Oh! the pain in my arms! Oh! the pain in my legs! Oh yeah! and oh yeah! And, Oh yeah! and oh yeah! And, Oh! my shiftless body. Tommorrow, Tommorrow. All I ask of you, oh, oh-oh, Is would you tell me that you love me, Tell me, tell me that you love me. Tell me, tell me that you love me. Tell me that you love me. Oh! I know you don't mean it. Oh! I know you don't mean it. Tell me, tell me that you love me. Tell me, tell me that you love me. Tell me oh! Tell me oh! Tell me oh! . . . Words by Morrissey (c) 1991 (or maybe 1992 -- anyway, they're his) Typing by Tim (tims@uk.ac.warwick.dcs or csraf@uk.ac.warwick.csv) Mistakes by ftp :-)