SWERVEDRIVER
EJECTOR SEAT RESERVATION

@ Bring Me The Head Of The Fortune Teller

Black power, girl power, rack and ruin
Blackmail, ponytail, something doin'
Something pulls me over, pulls me through to you
Walking downstairs sideways, vodka sonic proof
Screaming murder always
And trying to catch it, trying to catch it, trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm

Sure-fire, backfire, golden shoes
See-through, fall through, nothing to lose
You say you'll fell fine now, until the end of time
One night when we're screaming
Loathe to find a way
These days when we're scheming, and trying to catch it
And trying to catch it and trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm

Black power, gay power, black and blue
Blackmail and tall tales, try something new
You say you'll fell fine now, it pulls me through to you
One night when we're screaming, vodka sonic proof
Walking downstairs sideways, and trying to catch it
And trying to catch it and trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn't meant to be this way
It weren't meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I'm gonna wear it 'round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I'm gonna chance my arm


@ The Other Jesus

You rise and fall before me, I close my eyes
When all these schemes devour me I'll apologize
You send the truth straight by me, I fall right in
These sins you've laid before me ale seeping in
I saw the other Jesus walk down my street

Sit tight they try to teach us, the twain shall never meet
But I saw the other Jesus walk down my street
In dreams I've tried to twist it but I never bleed
And something way more sinister is plain to see
I saw the other Jesus walk down my street


@ Son Of Jaguar 'E'

Travelling home all alone I caught you with my eye
You came inside to hitch a ride with no real reason why
So solid gold in overalls you turned and faced to me
And all aorund the purring sound You said get me home for tea
We shook some rugs and then reef-up on a bonnet made for 3
You're the boy for me, Son of Jaguar 'E'
We drove on the shore, fresh orange peel, spoked alloy wheels
And foot down to the floor, we're in a trance, it's nature's dance
And still you're up for more
You're the girl for me, I'm Son of Jaguar 'E'
You're the girl for me, I'm Son of Jaguar 'E'
You walked off through the rain
To catch your train, I don't entertain
We'll ever meet again


@ I Am Superman

See me fly over your roof tops throwing change towards your outstretched palms on
my way back from Israel, Nobel Peace Prize underarm I've heard they want me in India
I've got cures for any plague anytime and if you catch up with the ice cream man
make mine a ninety nine
Coz I am Superman la la la la la
You'll see me down at hte bookies I got a crystal ball inside of my head you'll find
more wealth than you could ever dream if you just follow what I said I'm very good
for the businessI got the connection the right man the right time and if you wanna
be number one then make mine the long line
Coz I am Superman la la la la la
All the girls cry - who's their honey in hotpants? to the boys I'm just good with the
ball For the grandparents and little children I sacrifice myself for them all you'll
see me walk on the tight rope and never fall and taht's
Coz I am Superman la la la la la


@ Bubbling Up

Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles tonight, in the rain
All the way home from Camden Town
But when I got Tottenham, I could spin carousels
In the park in the dark
And I can hear you say
What's the point in romanticising everything?
Bubbling up and nor buckling under
I walked for miles and is still feel real 1972
Rocket man on the moon
And I can hear you say
What's the point in romanticising everything
You say what's the point in romanticising everything?
But when I get home here I can feel London, North Europe here
So I'm gonna do whatever I do
Don't show me the way home yet
I don't wanna go, I'm happy here
Don't show me the way home yet
I'm bubbling up, not buckling under


@ Ejector Seat Reservation

Not going down in a ball of fire just 'coz the wings won't reach any higher
And I'm the psychotic tripping in the aisles, sheet rain on the window pain
Now at the bar, gnashing and gurning and never quite turning
As the hostess turns to me and jokes:
At least you've always got a good tale to tell when you die well
I keep crashing out and dreaming about black African goddesses
In white western underwear, so there
And when you say everybody is a star in the end, then the
Greatest starfucker's your boyfriend who says
I've always loved the smell of her blood, don't ask me why I don't try
We're so earthbound in ev'ry town
And everybody's got a right to a wiil to want to live, and right to want to die
Please help us back onto our feet escort us to the ejector seat
And I'm alive! I can't seem to hide it got people calling out my name and everything
Death by Chandelier she says Deat by Chandelier!
It falls on my head and I'm dead and that's how I wanna die
Don't ask me why, I don't try but if my lights are gonna blow
Then that's the end of the show, the fuzzy end of the lollipop's yours to suck
I don't wanna hear anymore, just don't tell me the Fullham score
Please help me back onto my feet
Reserve me the ejector seat
Fly me to nirvana or shangri-la
And somewhere along my journey I saw everything
Not going down in a ball of fire
A little man sitting on my shoulder, top hat and tails and he
Carries a folder and written whitin is a list of the men who
Went down before me
Am I not going down? Its like Carry On Through The Clouds
It's like flying with Satan sharing the navigation
And he keeps grabbing hold of the controls
Please help me back onto my feet
Reserve me the ejector seat
Fly me to nirvana or shangri-la
And somewhere along my journey I saw everything
Where the songs do grow and the flowers can sing


@ It's All Happening Now

Lookks like you're heading for a long time
Looks like you've been here for a long time
Looks like you've been down for a long time
But it's all happening now, Baby Blue


@ How Does It Feel To Look Like Candy?

How does it feel to look like Candy?
Always tripping up on the wires
I'm gonna give you the downside now
Candy's insomnia astounds me
Brain ticking until the light
At least she gave me some word to write
She's in full fight, she's in full fight

Do you know the way to Santa Fe? Bup budder da da
I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe, bup budder da da

How does it feel to dress like Candy?
Always dressing up to the nines
Got more lives than a cat's nine lives

Do you know the way to Santa Fe? Bup budder da da
I've got lots of friends in Santa Fe, bup budder da da

Candy! Always dressing up to the nines
She's got more lives than a cat's nine lives
She's in full flight


@ Last Day On Heart

As I collapsed to watch the movie
A hand reached out and pulled me through the screen
Angels descending from the rooftops
They wanna take me to all these places I've never seen
But I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna cause a diversion and head'em off at the pass
And this is my last day on earth
Listening to when Ann cries
And swears and kisses all her lovers' ex-lovers' lips
She's only known the flights of ecstasy (and agony)
And she's never felt lost throughout all of this
But she's really had it this time
She's had it so much it's starting to make her sick
She says lets exit quick
And this is her last day on earth
Now I'm burning for somewhere
I'm gonna tape on these paper wings and fly high
And maybe close and maybe burn but high
And this is my last day on earth


@ The Birds

In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And when everyone winds me up I just can't wind down
And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp
The sun makes my eyes burn
But it must be my turn
To fly with the birds this time
Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation
Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world
But I don't mind the rain 'coz I was born on an aeroplane
Balloon ride over the landslides
It's April I'm 18
And flying with the birds in a dream
Make an electric connection as lightning strikes
Angels' wings not once but twice
Point blank refusal, the earth moves, I turn her head
Plant life gone wild over British monuments
Something is burning
Somebody's learning
To fly with the birds tonight
Solomon flies tonight
Cape to coast, wings in full flight
He's flight home with the birds this time
In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And I just can't wind down