My Phone is Full of George Jones And yours is the metal machine It’s the rumble and clatter of that crazy mad hatter Who washed me down and made me clean I thought love had said before I went to bed “I left you just one in your heart” But now he’s long gone, he won’t pick up the phone But he’s given you a brand new start If I loved the first time, if love tears down your mind Then count me out of your plan But the feeling has changed It don’t feel so strange Now that I’ve got my man I thought love had said before I went to bed “I left you just one in your heart” But now he’s long gone, he won’t pick up the phone But he’s given you a brand new start My Phone is Full of George Jones And yours is the metal machine And life now is still, but I know that you will Keep me happy with how things have been

I saw him standing in the corner His face was curiously drawn Scratching words into a black book "We're bored as soon as we're born" I saw him looking like a lost soul His gaze fixated on the prize Wishing hate on all the poseurs Pulling wings off all the flies And when I saw this darkness in the glimmer Shimmering like a burning rose He asked, "do you think you know me?" I shrugged, and said "I suppose" He saw me sulking by the streetlamp A shadow mimicking a man My dreams becoming ever-darker And no one could ever understand He saw me, crying by the bayou My thoughts, a puzzling mystery Clipped wings, punishing the weak ones Well, at least the flies are free And when I saw this glimmer in the darkness Shivering like a burning rose I asked "do you think you know me?" He shrugged, and said "I suppose" I saw him standing on the corner His face was twisted by his scorn I spoke but he simply ignored me A tie forever to be torn I saw him look into the water His eyes fixated on the stream And as his life slowly flowed past him He awoke from this tragedy And when I saw his life fall to pieces His mind mangled by the dark They asked me, "did you know him well, son?" And I said, "no, I didn't know him at all" He saw me, skulking by the river A boy merely lost inside It was no dream, but a cheap imitation And I could no longer lie He saw me, thinking ever-deeper "Well, what's my life going to be?" Is this all, nothing but a big joke? I shuddered oh so nervously And they sneered as if I was so puzzling From the very second I was born Well, it's time to start afresh, boy But they'll never know him at all

Well, I don't change my mind too often I speak the truth and in facts Could my opinion ever soften? We'll have to see about that Friends, they come and go so freely And I don't think about the end This one friend, well he shot me in the back But all in all, I pity the coward, Jack She was weeping when I saw her Far adrift in a dream Although I knew that he adored her Hope was lost or so it seemed One by one, they all ran away And I was nothing but a friend And then he went and he shot me in the back But all in all, I pity the coward, Jack Life is made up of bad memories And lots of blurred photographs All the quotes that you've misheard Do you remember all the laughs? Well, I'm not bitter, I just pity the coward, Jack But I wonder, does he pity me back?

Opportunity and English pleasantries They all pass me by I know you’ll hate me, just for being me But I wanna be in Tennessee I dream of Tennessee Me and Nashville are like George and Tammy Nudie suits and knee-high boots In my dreams of Tennessee I’m proud to be, with no uncertainty The first homo hillbilly A shotgun wedding and honky-tonk bedding You’ll learn to love me Tennessee I dream of Tennessee Chick-fil-a and the Grand Ol' Opry I wanna wrap my arms around Waylon and Willie And fool around with shakin’ Jerry Lee I dream of Tennessee Me and Nashville are like George and Tammy You be my dollar bill and I’ll be your whippoorwill I can’t fly, I just cry for Tennessee

I don't want to hear no songs About your baby's pickup truck I don't believe in your southern charm I don't want to know the names Of all the chickens that you plucked I don't care for your daddy's farm Oh, but I, want my heart broken in two So I tried to write a country song But this will have to do I don't want any songs About the "good ol' USA" I can't relate to your nasal twang l won't always get behind All the words you say I guess I'll never understand Oh, but I, want 3 chords that are true So I tried to write a better song For now, this will do Oh, and I, want a different point of view So I'll try to write a country song And this will have to do I don't wanna spoil the fun With tired old melodies I'll never be a well-travelled man But if you truly believe In your dreams of Tennessee I will try and do the best that I can Oh, and I, want to get on board with you So I tried to write a country song And this will have to do

Went down to the latest march today Stood there, confused on what to say I put my hands deep in my pockets Twiddled my thumbs, yelled about rockets Went right over my head, hurt my ears 120 decibels, whatever that means I signed a list, and faked my name Some punk said "well, you're to blame" I didn't know what he meant It's the best 4 hours I've ever spent £300 membership, plus admin charge Free t-shirt, might even fit one day I pierced my eyelids, shaved my head Declared my old-self truly dead I don't have any time for sex Too busy being the new Malcolm X Got a new name, you can't pronounce it And I won't tell you how, that's on you Condemned by all the higher powers; "Rebellion led by rabble rousers Cowboy boots and unwashed dreads Underwhelmed but overfed" What do you want, an award? Go back to journalism school Now, I don't smoke and I don't gamble All I likes to do is ramble Rant aloud to those who'll listen About the future in my visions I’m Jesus Christ Mk. 2 Matthew, Luke and John as well I began to argue with mum and dad I called them old and they called me mad They scoffed it off, as just a phase Like when I liked the pogo craze Rolled my eyes, refused to eat dinner Threw it away, too much meat So I learnt two chords on my uke And wrote a song called, "Lose the Nukes" Red beret, dad's mascara I'm the singing son of Che Guevara Whoever he is? I have a poster on my wall Maybe he'll meet me one day Stood on the stage, began to preach My god-given right of free speech I screamed about "having a dream" I'm a genius or so it would seem The cops didn't get it, cuffed me tight Put me in a cell, no Wi-Fi Bitcoin can't be used as bail So they threw me straight into jail Days are long, the guards are cruel Laughed when I asked for vegan grool We'll see who's laughing in the end I'm gonna be a free man, they'll pay Decided to start a hunger strike Demonstrating wrong from right It lasted almost 3 whole hours That's nothing compared to prison showers; 6/10 for cleanliness, lukewarm water Limited space and off-brand conditioner Inspired by all my prison troubles Wrote a poem, called it "My Struggle" Read it out for all the guards And they called me "The Fascist Bard" I got angry, rattled my cage Drafted a tweet for later They put my words up on a banner I corrected them on their grammar I don't wanna be too specific My name is half hieroglyphics Couple of numbers too Symbols I made myself So they stuck me on the News at 9 For 7 minutes, I unleashed my mind Spoke all about my 2 cents They asked my name and I took offence Pulled my wire, dropped the mic Cursed the host, I won't be back I stood outside and yelled insults "New World Order, The Lizard Cult!" Compared it to being locked in the cell On the news, they called me "InFidel" I didn't get it, is that a pun? Not funny to me, It didn't go down too well The other members gave me hell Threw me out of their party And branded me dodeca-darpsies Whatever that means, sounds funny I don't know, probably Latin So I sold my soul, bought me a gun To stop all of them having fun They shot at me, I fell to the ground My dying words were quite profound Some old quote, from a man called Karl or Mark? I don't know, I never read the whole book It was nothing but a crazy scheme, a nightmare or so it seems Real life and dreams had blended, when I awoke, I was still offended

I just saw your face in the picture I can't hide this feelings anymore And all through the years Tears upon tears Were they wept only for you? All of the years I have wasted Thinking of where we first met I wish I could write her a letter Because hers is the name I can't forget I felt like a fool reminiscing About silly love in the past But I have written words You'll have never heard I doubt that you would even care All those many years later Will she pretend we haven't met? I wish I'd written her a letter Because hers is the name I can't forget Hers is the name I can’t forget Hers is the name I can’t forget

Do you remember all the times? When we were young Doing voices, acting strange, having fun But why did we fantasize? About dead movie stars That little glint in their eyes, it went so far I've been dreaming, about the years When we were Rock and Roll And I wonder when we all got so old And I feel I might've missed my chance At real life Do you remember holding hands? And kissing girls To them it didn’t mean that much, to us it meant the world So why do I now criticise? Those who say “Love is made for everyone, you'll have your day” I've been dreaming, about the years When we were Rock and Roll And I wonder when we all sold our souls And I feel I might have missed my chance I've been dreaming, about the years When we were Rock and Roll

If you see me passing by Please don't wave at me It will only make me cry At all that could've been If you say her name again I will think about the end And if you have to say hello I'll pretend I didn't hear And if you see me walking through Just forget you saw my face And if you see my oldest friends Raise a glass for me But if you talk to mum and dad Tell them sorry for the pain And if my sisters are there too Make sure you hear them laugh And if you're reading this little note You'll follow what I say And if you see her, tell her I Only wanted a goodbye

I remember rounding up the pigs Down in Calabasas You unzip their muscle til they Ooze down into molasses No Jenner could break Calamity Jane But Lord knows they can make it rain You watch them from your front room As they bleed out all your pain If the Beverley Hillbillies could see us now They’d hee-haw till they were six feet down As the stars are lost and found We just wait for the new season to come around A bull gave his horns for this Dolce and Gabana As I pulled he just bit down harder I don’t miss the holes in all my socks Or shoes filled up with little rocks Or hoisting those pigs onto the scales Or the dirt underneath my nails Would I take back the hours on my feet? Would I enjoy the blistering heat? Would I miss my set top box? Swooning to the lullabies of Fox I can’t say it was all fun But I’d drop it all for one more run 5pm quiz shows to the side This cowboy’s born to ride