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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Disco Biscuits (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Disco Not Disco: Post Punk, Electro & Leftfield Disco Classics 1974-1986 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Deutschland Disco: Disco, Funk & Philly Anthems (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Music for Biscuits (Mike Sammes) – and 90 other albums »


I'll just get a biscuit myself

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle, there ain't a biscuit left
The only day of the week we get Sunday-fed
And they've et up
the streets 
A one day to get the shit down heavy 

People power in the Disco Hour 
People power in the Disco Hour
People power in the Disco Hour 
There's
jelly it's my favorite deally
Wrapped and sealed by a freak named Shelley (huh huh)

Buttermilk biscuits
Buttermilk biscuits
Buttermilk biscuits
One day I
Stand by me, I've been stood by you for ages
Stick home and carry on
Maybe nothing's wrong
Is it the comfort of
This information or
Is it
here and there
Be prepared for what is new
Put a light on a new world
Deep rooted in the past
Link your current thoughts
With the basis of your
say

Chorus 1:
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where the chosen cha-cha every day of the year
This disco used to be a cute cathedral
Where
They took old Danny Boy for a ride
From the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters
By the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry
Written by Julia Fordham

Know that I'm living on a day-to-day basis
I'm digging in the dirt for traces of our love
Of our love

And with the sun
Soho
And walk away
If my dreams for us can't get you through
Just one more day
It's alright by me

God help me somehow
There's no time for survival left
If I can picture that, I bring a picture back

You know what mama said it be days like this
Straight hell on earth for come about the abyss
She said
plastic saviors
Basis of possession
Rulers participate
Anarchist dominate
Infected by a virus promise of a better
Pay, conception of a master plan
They took old Danny Boy for a ride from the arms of his bride to be
Threw him into the murky waters by the dog biscuit factory
Quick dry the tears
Disaffected, left to internal struggle
Let ring with the cries of disaccord
They told of outposts firm as trees
Whispers laid no basis for
Who took the bomp?

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
When Grandma and her girls 
Were singing sweet and low 
For me and the Wildwood Rose 

We'd be way down the road by the break of dawn 
Biscuits
greedy.
Oh if she does not break her contract!
There's no market for hippos in philadelphia!

Every single day they weigh her,
Gaining half an ounce means
don't see them on a day to day basis.
Buffoon: "My father's shit stinks up the bathroom all fuckin' day!"
Valedictorian: "It's puzzling why one person's
power,
Which extorts discipline and an adaptation of the mass, to the existing
Productional relations, and the existing productional apparatus. For
ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now

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Grandma burned the biscuits
Nearly took the house down with it
Now she's in assisted livin'
We all knew that day would come

We knew she was too gone
Who took the bomp?

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
You don`t think for me
Or see what I see
And I will not do the things that you say
An explanation if I may
I don`t like you and by the way

May
and on the third day rise again

This is the basis for the Christian creed
There was a resurrection, the truth on which we feed
If you choose to reject it you'll
can it get any worse?
And all of this reminds me of man's gift turned curse:
Free will given to man by God,
For He longs to be loved by those who
ain't no party, this ain't no disco
This ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now

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