Mansun:
Attack Of The Grey Lantern (lyrics)
(1997)

All come crashing down, your desperate icon 
You've got to gob on your desperate icon 
You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon 
You've got to gob on your desperate icon 

Am I a god, or am I Jesus 
Am I a man, or am I a boy 
Do I feel love, or just possession 
Do I feel holy, or nothing at all 

You can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine 
And you can't deny that your shit 
Just tastes as sweet as mine, sweet Jesus 

If I start this small debate the centre of the universe is up for sale 
If my melody should fall, the tune is unimportant as I said before 
Or should I say it was the words, I should 

Standing in the lantern light 
Mavis looking sexy through her dress, it shines 
Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I do 

If I feel God watching me, I control the actions of his destiny 
If my sentiments ring true, feel him in the mirror laughing back at you 
For me to tell you how it seems, I would 

Standing in the lantern light 
Mavis looking sexy through her dress, it shines 
Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I do 

If I start this small debate the centre of the universe is gone for sale 
So my melody should fall, the tune is unimportant as I said before 
Or should I say it was the words, I should 

Standing in the lantern light (I should) 
Mavis looking sexy through her dress, it shines 
Hiding in the vestry she recites her lines 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I do 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I miss you 
I can't see you, I love you, I do 

He'll be your taxloss lover from Liverpool 

Taxloss lover if the truth be told 
Taxloss lover still lives in the war 
Taxloss lover touching 74 

Ah, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 
Ah, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 

We think you are stupid 
We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah 
We'll sell you down the river 
Just remember that we said we'd deliver you 

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money 
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny 
And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory 
You're a taxloss, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 

He'll be your taxloss lover and his nickname is Bert 
Your taxloss lover and he's always a flirt 
Your taxloss lover's into kinky sex 
Your taxloss lover wears a cracking dress 

Ah, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 
Ah, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 

We think you are stupid 
We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah 
We'll sell you down the river 
And just remember that we said we'd deliver you 

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money 
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny 
You'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatisfactory 
We're a taxloss, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 

We think you are stupid 
We give you money 'cos our assets are fluid yeah 
We'll sell you down the river 
Just remember that we said we'd deliver you 

Sign on the line and we'll give you the money 
And then you'll be mine and we'll fly somewhere sunny 
And you'll quibble that our drivel seems unsatifactory 
A taxloss, come back to me 
We want your money, taxloss 

Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 
Ooh, oh yeah 

Taxloss, mod rock, junk pop, chart hop 
Mop top, swap shop, who'd you nick your cliche off 

You're a child, you are weak 
You are precious, you won't speak 

And if I ever lived I wish I could be you 
If I ever lived again I wish I could be you, yeah 
You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah 
I wanna be you, yeah, I wanna be you 

How can I expect you to believe 
When I don't even believe in me 

And if I ever loved I wish I could be you 
If I ever loved again I wish I could be you, yeah 
You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah 
You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah 
You, yeah, I wanna be you, yeah 
You, yeah, I wanna be you 

I'm in a wide open space, I'm standing 
I'm all alone and staring into space 
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling 
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze 

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing 
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me 
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring 
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see 

I'm on the top of a hill, I'm lonely 
There's someone here to shout to miles away 
I could be back in my house, for I care 
They do not hear me, it's the same old case 

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing 
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me 
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring 
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see 

Wide open space, I'm standing 
I'm all alone and staring into space 
It's always quiet thru' my ceiling 
The roof comes in and crashes in a daze 

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing 
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me 
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring 
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see 

I'm in a wide open space, it's freezing 
You'll never get to heaven with a smile on your face from me 
I'm in a wide open space, I'm staring 
There's something quite bizarre I cannot see

Dear Mavis I'm compelled to write this letter 
In the hope that you may soon be getting better 
I've a feeling you should go and see a doctor 
If you haven't then you know you really oughta 
I was worried so I went to see the vicar 
But before I could confess he first confessed to be a stripper 

Dear Mavis it was very strange to see him 
So I thought I'd write and ask for your opinion 
Should I grass on him, report him to the cardinal 
Or wether I should egg him on to turn professional 
If I dob on him they'll call him plastic scouser 
But the only thing the stripper wears is plastic trousers 

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek 
Mavis' opinion is all we should we... 
Lie while he's still alive 
Should we lie while he's still alive 
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it 

Dear Mavis, thought I'd follow up my letter 
Drop a line about the fate of our poor vicar 
Very tragically his time on earth is ended 
Found him gagged and bound in stockings and suspenders 
Dear Mavis if you tell us what your thoughts are 
And I hope that they're not biased 'cos you are the vicar's daughter 

Mavis' opinion is all we really seek 
Mavis' opinion is all we should we... 
Lie now that he has died 
Should we lie now that he has died 
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it 

And we know him as our vicar and by night a part-time stripper 
And the vicar got suspended in his stockings and suspenders 
And he's making wine from water while he dresses like his daughter 
And we know that he's a rip off 'cos we've seen him with his kit off 

Should we lie now that he has died 
Should we lie now that he has died 
'Cos when the vicar strips he gets away with it 

You're the stranger in here, with your stanger face 
You know that everyone can see it's false 
Something's rotten with you, you show no regret 
Like we all know that you're supposed to do 

I hope you've changed the way you feel 
I hope you've changed the clothes you wear 
I hope that you regret these things you said 
I hope in time that things will change 
I think you know that anyway 
You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You're disgusting 
You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You've been disgusting 

You're the outcast here, you're the native of a place 
You been and moved, excluded too 
You create attention, when we were the same 
There was a pressure that would force you to 

I hope you've changed the way you feel 
I hope you've changed the clothes you wear 
I hope that you regret these things you said 
I hope in time that things will change 
I think you know that anyway 
You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You're disgusting 
You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You are disgusting 

You're so full of venom that you spit into you're own sweet face, oh 

I hope you've changed the way you feel 
I hope you've changed the clothes you wear 
I hope that you regret those things you said 
I hope in time that things will change 
I think you know that anyway 
You've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You're disgusting 
You know you've been disgraceful, it's so regretful 
You're disgusting 
It's so disgraceful, you're disrespectful 
You are disgusting, ooh 
Yeah, oh 

Disgusting 
Disgusting 
You were disgusting 
You know you've been disgusting 
You're so regretful 

She makes me bleed, oh yeah, she makes me cry 
She makes me sneeze, oh yeah, she makes me sigh 
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven 
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah 
My only number must be, must be 

Bring her on down by the soles of her feet 
Slapping her 'round and making it bleed 
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up 
If he would bring her on down from heaven 

She makes me bleed, oh yeah, don't know her name 
She makes me freeze, oh yeah, she's in my face 
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven, oh yeah 
Bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven 
My only number must be, must be 

Bring her on down by the soles of her feet 
Slapping her 'round and making it bleed 
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up 
If he would bring her on down from heaven 

Oh yeah yeah yeah 
Oh yeah yeah yeah 
Oh yeah yeah yeah 
Oh yeah yeah yeah 

So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven 
So bring her on down, bring her on down from heaven 
My only number must be, must be 

Bring her on down by the soles of her feet 
Slapping her 'round and making it bleed 
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up 
Don't know her name, don't know what she's done 
Bring her on down by the soles of her feet 
Slapping her 'round and making it bleed 
I vowed to my god I'd give it all up 
If he would bring her on down from heaven 

To be twisted, to be naked 
To be broken, to be free 

Tell me stick or twist, tell me which will it be 
I tell you stick or twist, tell me which do you see 
Oh can't you see, oh oh yeah 

Where do we go, who do we trust, who do we see 
Who wants to know, who do we tell, what will we see 
Oh where do we go now, yeah, who do we see, yeah 

It will sparkle, it is beauty 
It is broken, it is free 

Tell me stick or twist, tell me which will it be 
I tell you stick or twist, tell me which do you see 
Oh can't you see, oh oh yeah 

Where do we go, who do we trust, who do we see 
Oh who wants to know, who do we tell, what will we see 
Oh where do we go now, yeah, who do we see, yeah 

Oh, oh, oh, oh 

Oh where do we go, who do we trust, who do we see 
Oh who wants to know, who do we tell, what will we see 
Oh where do we go now, yeah, who do we see, yeah 

Na na na nah na nah na na 

One, two, three 

Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na nah 

I'm sick of all this scratching around 
I'm calling Fred to come and give me a hand 
He's the queen of all the shops where he shops 
And he's the king of all the scene, to be seen 
Skin of a nosebreak 
Fatima toothpaste 
Penelope Cheapskate 
Claudia Farmgate 

We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea 
We'll make them sit strategically 
We'll test their egg-ability 
We'll make them meet 

He only wants to get in your kecks 
So he can carry out his own little test 
He only wants to get in your pants 
Because he knows that you have played in a band 
Skin of a nosebreak 
Fatima toothpaste 
Penelope Cheapskate 
Claudia Farmgate 

We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea 
We'll make them sit strategically 
We'll test their egg-ability 
We'll make them meet 

Mavis she knows 
Mavis she knows 
She's got all these things around her 
All things to no men 
She see you in hell 
I'll go shopping instead 
He will send his centipede to sort ya' 
He's stretched it out to make it two feet taller 

We're taking Egg Shaped Fred for tea 
We'll make them sit strategically 
We'll test their egg-ability 
We'll make them meet 

Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na na na nah na nah na na 
Na nah 

Wait around, I'll be walking quite a while 
Don't be late, hard to take, vicar twists and gets away 
His lipstick's running, his dress is stunning 
He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now 
Mavis, what he will wear 

In the path of righteous man 
There is rubble where I stand 
I'll be the one 
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month 

Vicar stay 'cos your lipstick smeared the way from your face 
Vicar twist, grey pajamas in your case 
His tights are nylon, his nails by Revlon 
He's got high heels on, and his flock don't care now 
Mavis, what he will wear 

In the path of righteous man 
There is rubble where I stand 
I'll be the one 
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month 

And if you should see me passing by 
Do not disturb me as I fly 
Though I am walking here 
This is where I'll be 

In the path of righteous man 
There is rubble where I stand 
I'll be the one 
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month 

In the path of righteous man 
There is rubble where I stand 
I'll be the one 
You can kiss his vase until the end of the month 
Until the end of the month 
Until the end of the month 
Oh yeah, yeah 

Ooh yeah 
Ooh yeah 
Ooh yeah 
Ooh yeah 

Na na na na na na nah, ooh 
Na na na na na na nah, yeah 

Na na na na na na nah, ooh 
Na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah 
Na na na na na na nah, ooh 
Na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah 
Na na na na na na nah, ooh 
Na na na na na na na nah, ooh yeah 

I'm writing these words like the fool that I am 
Trying to say something good like the person 
But it's all just a sham 'cos the writer I am not 
Could say anything, you'd believe them 
Just your A-typical Boy-girl-girl-boy androgynous 
Play on a publican's decoy 
'Cos I had to drop out 'cos the Art School was sad and 
If you believe all of that you're a bigger fool than me 

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much 
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice 
They aren't supposed to mean that much 

Lyrics mean nothing, don't right any wrongs 
In fact I'm not having them on this 
You say they mean nothing just gobbledy-gook 
But just look at yourself you're not clever enough 
Understanding the truth, you are so out of touch 
You believe all of this, you can't see it's a spoof 
Understand all the words when they don't even rhyme 
And I'm losing the rhythm 
and the whole thing's getting weirder and weirder 

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much 
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice 
They aren't supposed to mean that much 

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much 
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice 
They aren't supposed to mean that much 

They all believe me 
It's all so easy now 

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much 
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice 
They aren't supposed to mean that much 

The lyrics aren't supposed to mean that much 
They're just a vehicle for a lovely voice 
They aren't supposed to mean that much