The Greatest Shoal On Earth

Stands the village clock at three. 
But fings ain’t what they used to be.
A new American century 
But will there still be honey for tea?

Breaking news here at CNN 
Al-Qaeda bearded in his den
All the King’s oil all the President’s men 
Putting the world together again

I like to fly in my F1-11
Flying for freedom now, flying to heaven 
I hear my country call
Democracy for all
I like to fly in my F1-11, F1-11

We'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
Resolve the chaos that we bring
Unilaterally

I like to fly in my F1-11
Flying for freedom now, flying to heaven
Flying for the just cause
Clear skies for Santa Claus
I like to fly in my F1-11, F1-11

Everybody else has got it wrong
Including readers of the Guardian
Bring on Kennedy and Mao Zedong
You’re all targets and we’re locking on

I like to fly in my F1-11 
Flying for freedom now, flying to heaven
I hear my country call, democracy for all
I like to fly in my F1-11 
It’s an emergency call 9-11
We’ll seize the century an end to history 
I like to fly in my F1-11 (repeat till fade)

Words by Brine E.C
Music by Brine E.C./COD
© Brine E.C. 2002
℗ COD 2002
All Rights Reserved

I'M GONNA FLASH THAT CRAZY SMILE
I'M GONNA DREAM THE DREAM INSTILLED 
YOUR HANDS ARE TIED TO TIME
GONNA FEEL THE RUSH COMING ON STRONG 
GONNA FEEL THE CHANGES WITHIN MY BONES
ARE BREAKING UP
IN YOU

PUSH YOU OUT, PUSH YOU TO THE LIMIT
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS
GONNA BREAK IT DOWN IN A STONECOLD MINUTE
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS

AND I WANTED TO KNOW
WHAT MAKES YOU GROW
WHAT GIVES YOU PAIN
IS IT SOMETHING INSIDE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO
PUSH YOU OUT, PUSH YOU TO THE LIMIT
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS
GONNA BREAK IT DOWN IN A STONECOLD MINUTE
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS

AND IN THE HOUR OF MERCY
YOUR DREAM HAS COME ALIVE
YOUR HANDS HAVE BEEN UNTIED
IS IT SOMETHING INSIDE THAT MAKES ME WANT TO
PUSH YOU OUT, PUSH YOU TO THE LIMIT
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS
GONNA BREAK IT DOWN IN A STONECOLD MINUTE
GOT TO BREAK DOWN YOUR FORTRESS

I WAS ONLY JOKING
YOU WERE ONLY DREAMING
THE THEATRE IS EMPTYING
THE NIGHTMARE VOICES HAVE STOPPED SCREAMING

SPREAD YOUR WINGS, SPREAD YOUR WINGS 
SPREAD YOUR WINGS FOR AWHILE
YOU CAN BE FREE
FINALLY FREE
OF ME

Word by Roshti Von Swordfischer
Music Roshti Von Swordfischer/COD
© Roshti Von Swordfischer 2008
℗ COD 2008 
All Rights Reserved

Reality TV

Reality came to me on my television 
Reality came to be on my television
I just wanted to see on my television
I've never seen this film before

The story line was clichéd and over simplistic
The special effects were unrealistic
Do the bad guys get what's coming?
Or will it have a realistic Hollywood ending?

Will the adverts come up soon?
Will we all be here to play this tune?

Blood running down your face was not real
It's so nice to know how I'm supposed to feel
Don't want to be caught in your friendly fire 
Don't want to get burnt in your desire for revenge 
Don't want to be caught in your friendly fire
Don't want to get burnt in your desire for revenge

Reality came to me on my television 
Reality came to be on my television
Not what I expected to see on my television

Don't want to be caught in your friendly fire 
Don't want to get burnt in your desire for revenge 
Don't want to be caught in your friendly fire 
Don't want to get burnt in your desire for revenge

The world is burning while you play your guitar
The world is tuning as you sit at the bar
The world is hurting as you play your guitar
Oh, how we're learning as you pursue your fatwah

And its love that we need
Even more than before             
Can you feel the disease?
And we know that there's more

Words by Brine E.C.
Music by Roshti Von Swordfischer/ COD
©  Roshti Von Swordfischer 2002
℗ COD 2002 
All Rights Reserved

The Godless Louts of London and Kent Association
Are convening here today 
A lunchtime packed with wit and well considered observation
Is the order of the day

So, if you’re feeling slightly queer
Or you don’t come from around here
The Godless Louts can smell your fear
Best be drinking up your beer (the Godless Louts are here today)

Got big screen television, swearing at the refs decision 
He’s a dago anyway
Make my way through sticky tables
Monkey suits, designer labels as Oasis start to play.

The lads let out a mighty roar
More lager on the sticky floor
The English Army nearly scored
God Save the Queen and Bobby Moore

The Godless Louts are here today, and they’re here to stay

Its Sunday lunchtime feeling mellow, Friday Punchtime 
Seems like only yesterday
Alright geezer, how’s the trouble?
Tell you what mate mines a double 
How I love to be this way.

The lads let out a mighty roar
More lager on the sticky floor
The English Army nearly scored
God Save the Queen and Bobby Moore

The Godless Louts of London and Kent Association
Are convening here today

Words and Music by Brine E.C. 
Additional Musical Arrangements by COD
© Brine E.C. 2002
℗ COD 2002
All Rights Reserved

It was the darkest time I felt the void
Had to think about getting some protection
Finally you showed yourself 
Showed me some validation
Turned me into someone I didn’t know

Temptation took me by the throat my dear
Threw me into your sensual fire
But then you made me crawl through global expectations
I found myself stranded and burning in your debris

Sometimes a man will do the wrong thing 
Just to find his way 
To see if there’s really any truth in this world
I took my chances but got burned on your pedestal
Skating on thin ice with an illusion

So I’m going back now to the world I know
Got to get my feet on the ground if it kills me
Try to find some sanity out of the chaos that’s surrounding me

I’m coming down I’m coming down

I’m coming down I’m coming down

I ’m coming down I’m coming down

I’m coming down I’m coming down
I’m coming down I’m coming down

Words and Music by Roshti Von Swordfischer. 
Additional Musical Arrangements by COD
© Roshti Von Swordfischer  2000
℗ COD 2000
All Rights Reserved
 

t may be real in your imagination
It may be real inside your head
Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean 
They’re not out to get you
You haven’t heard a single word I said

You may think this is something 
You can get away with
But your excuses only fool yourself
Just because you love yourself doesn’t mean
We will accept it
You still haven’t heard a word I said

So many questions what I really need is answers
Don’t tell me I have to find them for myself
Just because you’re confused don’t give me 
That blanked out stare
Find a way to speak to someone else

And if this all means nothing to you
Your selfishness it wears me out
All the crazy things you believe in
Are really nothing like the truth

And if this all means nothing to you
Your selfishness it wears me out
All the crazy things you believe in
Are really nothing like the truth
    
Words by Bob Marlin.
Music by Bob Marlin/COD
© Bob Marlin 2002 
℗ COD 2002 
All Rights Reserved