Liquidator Songtext
von Jah Wobble’s Invaders of the Heart

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Eins, zwei, drei, vier!
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Did you hear that clock ticking, clocking away on
A time, ticking away on a useless life, Changy?
It′s a futile existence, isn't it, don′t you think?
Sometimes when I'm up here, I stare into the abyss like Nietzsche
And the abyss stares back at me
But anyway, let's have a little game
Analogue mixing desk, 1979, probably West London
Um, Ladbroke Grove
Where all the posh people live now, Changy
They all, the rich people always throw the
Baby out with the bathwater wherever they go
I′ve seen it happen in Manhattan, why, even
The East End of London where I hail from
Anyway, right, so masking tape, BD
Not VD, Changy, BD on the first track
But for bass drum, always on the
First track because it tended to bleed
See, you only want it bleeding one side
Actually, there was a terrible accident last week
Touring, going touring America, we came back and went to Norwich
We came back on the M11 and
This woman in a convertible went over
And I, I don′t do first aid, I got out, it was late at night
I didn't know what to do
And there was blood everywhere
I didn′t know what to do, Changy, I've never done first aid
And even if I did, I think I just froze
I said, "Where you, where, where you bleeding from?"
She said, "I′m bleeding Essex, aren't I?"
Alright, don′t make it cabaret
Right, anyway, right, so
We got the bass drum
Which only bleeds one way on the analogue tape
We got git, keys, et cetera
So, what's the sound man's name?
Al, Al, are you a big Al?
You′re a big Al to me, all Al′s are big Al's
I′ve never known a little Al, big Al
Alright, Al, it's your moment in the sun
But don′t take the sunshine away from us
Right, so let's see what that bass drum′s doingTic-a-tic-a-tic-a