Lyrics:  Demos:  Give It Up

She said she wanted more of that stuff
The stuff that makes your heart go pitter-pat
The stuff that makes everything turn blue and green
She said that she preferred it like that

Give it up (x3) Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!

She said that ???
Too many people starving and fighting
Too many salesmen, too many factories
But she likes getting high cos it's pretty

Give it up (x3) Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!
Give it up
Give it up (x3) Hey!
Give it up oo-oh!
Give it up, hey!

Lyrics:  Demos:  Nothing Touches Me

Nothing touches me man
These walls are three feet thick
Wouldn't take one of them little drills to get through it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..

Nothing touches me
Nothing touches me now
Nothing touches me man
No matter how you split

Sticks and stones can get through bones
So I've given up looking out of it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..

Nothing touches me now (x4)
Laugh if you can, if you can, if you can, at me now (x4)

Lyrics:  Demos:  Phillippa Chicken

I got wings, I got arms, I got shrinks
I got bombs, I got guns, I got brains
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you

Take me up to a warmer place
I got eggs, I got feathers, I got brains
And there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got bombs, I got brains
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
For you, for you
Or you

I got brains, I got feathers, I got hands
I got friends, I got ammo, I got plans
So there's no point in your warbird
She's no point in denying
I got guns, I got arms, I got plans
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fall for you
And I won't fly for you

Lyrics:  Demos:  What Is That You Say?

No longer caught up
Big church wall
Makin' some noise with a pair of drums
Lying your thoughts out over the sky
Spinning around as you gaze at the sun

(What is that you say?)
Why don't you talk to me?
(What don't you talk to me?)
What is that you say?
(What is that you say?)
Wrapping your fingers 'round my neck

I see the grass is still when we made our beds
I see the thin weed boy ride at this edge
I see the holy Jesus and the Pharaoh and the Venus
And the ghost of you and me
Gagged and given up for dead

(What is that you say?)
Why don't you talk to me?
(What don't you talk to me?)
What is that you say?
(What is that you say?)
Wrapping your fingers 'round my neck

There's something up there but I
Don't know what the hell it is
There's something up there
As you guessed
Like the sun

(What is that you say?)
Why don't you talk to me?
(What don't you talk to me?)
What is that you say?
(What is that you say?)
Wrapping your fingers 'round my neck

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