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Vincent

Paddy Goes to Holyhead

E&OE

1996

And an easel down below 
A straw hat on a mournful face 
Is all that we know 

Oil-colour-canvases 
And pictures in frames 
Who asks for paintings

in 
So it's time to get it stepping take your colours elsewhere
Oil splash staining in the water tried sketching out your aura but the colours ain't

colour, oil, gender or creed
Lighting up the sky's 
For a sake of a dream
Whilst we sit in our 
Homes lapping luxury

Kill time, eat money, waste power
Kill

for truth
Snake oil deceivers your true colours shine through
Yes they do

Hard truth always wins
It comes out in the end
Hard truth always wins
Hard

to clap in a row

Nails, lips, eyelashes, the colour of oil
And a perennial smile that shines like tinfoil
Your bubbly voice with a hint of purity
inducing

When my life was a Painting, strip the oil from the canvas, 
Use new colours and clean brushes
Every day another scene 
I wouldn't call myself

Colours – i bet you're thinking that they don't matter
But everywhere you look you see the rainbow shattered
White or black  nail your colours

Harp, Kilkenny on tap
The Guinness pie and that cabbage crap
The ideal wannabe Paddy trap
We'll call it an Irish pub

Whale, oil, beef, hooked! I

lenses, my vision got hazy
People revealed they true colours
Got run into the ground like rain gutter
Always myself behind closed shutters
If you got

What do you get when you cross a liar
With a match and some gas and some oil with a fire
Well, you get to see the your bones and your skull when they

another colour on the pile 
And I don't miss it, my city's gone missing 
I hated it all anyway 
So bring on the burning, a dove stuck on red string 
We'll

beat de iron and we,
x2

VERSE 2
On de road with de oil ah jam and ah play,
Black is de colour when night turn to day,
All I seeing is de biggest bottom,

Purple's the symbol for a
Churchman gone wild
Yellow's the colour of wisdom and joy
Black is the colour of
Water reflecting the oil

There's a treasure

might

I was girls sneaking out in the morning
I was girls sneaking out in the morning
The colour of your fur
The oil in your milk

We were standing in

The spring of my youth feels so cold
And I am burning low
There's an oil lamp inside my soul
And it's burning low
And oh my love, I know I've grown quiet
No

Rotate, Rotate, Rotate, Rotate, Rotate
Okay I hit the whip with a stick, like a blind man
We finna pop like some oil; frying pan
Silencer make him go

oil, and pure water
Screaming vaseline, soap, relaxer, powder
Yelling tray, oil, and pure water

Verse 1;
But now am here in the studio being legendary

soybean and/or cottonseed oil, calcium propionate and potassium sorbate added to prevent spoilage, distilled vinegar yellow corn meal, natural

the long run
In the long run
She
Dances with her colours in the rain
Making a rainbow
Of puddles and oil stains
And she
Stares into the eyes of hurricanes

got me- it be the great expression of the self
And staring into the fire I see all that I could not be
Burning mouth, I'm as vitriolic as an oil drum

Butcher

Killing Joke

What's THIS For...!

1981

of the virus immunity comes
Watching the decoys of all description
Sparkle of colour creating diversion
Crawling for oil they were bleeding for gold
The liars

every colour and creed
To know in my being that we all live downstream
Black snakes under waves coil and bend
And under earth, oil's said to foretell

at the corner shop
Nicotine and all mod cons

Man on the moon and colour tv
Liver Birds Ford Capris
North Sea oil Vietnam war
Give peace a chance that's all

all around all around all around 
And it's a scary thought to think that wars are fought over egos and oil oil oil 
And it's time to demand that