Police B-sides

NOTE: These lyrics came from a music book, so most of the line and stanza separations are mine. [Bracketed] comments are mine, and (Parenthesised) comments are from the book. Enjoy! -am349 AT cleveland DOT Freenet DOT Edu
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A Sermon - S. Copeland
When you reach number ten
And think the struggle ends
But it ain't the end
It's only a trend

You have to unbend
'Cause it's only a trend
Don't lose all your friends
Don't make heroes end

When you reach number eight it ain't no pearly gate
'Cause it won't satiate your growing appetite
You can ply your trade and push your crusade
Emancipate or indoctrinate, but the
Traps are all laid for and honest crusade
Your old values will fade as you struggle to make the grade
As you struggle to make the grade
(As you struggle to make the grade)
(You neededn't bother)

When you hit number four you're almost through the door
But there's a whole lot more you just can't ignore
The telephone's sure, you know the score
But don't let this uproar dissipate your encore
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse

When you reach number one you can beat your drum
You can sack your roadies in Birmingham
When your record is platinum, you can stick it to the bath,
To the wall like you've always planned
It's written in the news how you paid your dues
But you've no excuse for the people you abuse

(ad lib to fade)
Dead End Job - The Police
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play

Don't wanna be no teacher
I don't wanna be no slave
I don't wanna work no assembly line
A' like my uncle Dave

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
All I wanna do is play
I just ain't got time to stay
But I ain't gonna run away

Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint

The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I wanna do is play

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number
I don't want no dead end job
I don't wanna be no number

The queue gets longer everyday
I just ain't no time to stay
I ain't gonna run away
All I want to do is play

Don't wanna be no millionaire
Don't wanna own no mint
I don't wanna be no tax exile
And I don't mind being skint

The queue gets longer every day
I just ain't got time to stay
All I wanna do is play
I ain't gonna run away

I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job
I don't want no dead end job

(ad lib to fade)
Fall Out - S. Copeland
I never thought of leading
I've got my own machine
And I've paid my dues all along
All set for breaking 
When I missed those other people 
'Cause I knew that I was really alone

Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys

I saw my education
It was my indocrination
Just to be another parking machine
All my sense was breaking 
When I missed those other people 
'Cause I knew that I was not very clean

Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys

Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys
Fall out
Fall out with all the leaders and guys

Fall out!
Flexible Strategies - The Police
[It's an instrumental]
Friends - A. Summers
I likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it
I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it
Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste
Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste

Your death, of course, will sadden me, until I grok your essence
I know your life was not in vain when digestion is commencing
Consider this a celebration and the deepest pact of friends
And I hope that you will dine on me when I come to an end

(ah....)

Even friends may come to you with a new found revelation
But think of it as life renewed and not their termination
"To know you is to eat you" should be the code of lovers
Death brings the highest act of love preserved for one another

(ah....)

People say that what you are is only what you eat
And my friends become a part of me, oh well it's then that life's complete
To know you is to eat you, the act of love supreme
Each one of us inside himself can appetise the dream

(ah....)
(to fade)
Landlord - Sting / S. Copeland
I don't want to rent a house from you
I don't know how you can expect me to
I ain't moving 'cause I know my rights
Too many homeless on the streets at night

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Pyllosan
You're just a middle class middle aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

You go and call yourself a business man
You're just a parasite on Pyllosan
You're just a middle class middle aged shit
You sold your granny for a three-penny bit

You own a street and a block of flats
You earn your living like the other rats
You've no morality, what do you care
You deal in poverty, you buy despair

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some
I ain't moving 'till the baliff comes
I've got no weapons, gonna get me some

[ad lib to end]
Low Life - Sting
Fatal fascination for the seedy part of town
Walk down the street and your head spins round
Don't be seen alone without your friends at night
Take a gun or a knife to the low life

Don't have to be born into this society
Pay for love but the hate comes free
Bring enough money for the rest of your life
Don't bring your wife to the low life

Bringing us there to their vocation [? should be: the degredation]
Always keep your back to the wall
No rewards for your infatuation
Low life
No life at all
Yeah, low life, low life

In here to long to be afraid anymore
You can't reach the bed so you sleep on the floor
You get so stoned you think you could fly
But you won't get high on the low life

Low life....
(ad lib vocals to fade)
Nothing Achieving - S. and Ian Copeland
My daddy's boots don't fit me
'Cause I'm bigger than him
He says I make him big now
I'm bigger than him

You see there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving

You've locked the doors on your good living
And you told me to wait
You've got me backed into a corner
You're making me hate

I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving

[They say there's nothing worth achieving
 All your dreams are just deceiving]

Throwing stones that are reeling
From a reasonable light
You muscle in when I have a party
Ready to fight

I say there's nothing worth achieving
All your dreams are just deceiving

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Shambelle - A. Summers
[It's an instrumental, that's how the book spells it]
Visions Of The Night - Sting
Gazed into the visions of the night
Seen the darkness fall
I've heard a mountain fall away from sight
Heard the thunder call

Seen the beast I call my father
Creature of the night
I feel the creeping darkness close
That electric light

They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it

Gazed into the visions of the night
Seen the darkness fall
I've heard a mountain fall away from sight
Heard the thunder call

Seen the beast I call my father
Creature of the night
I feel the creeping darkness close
That electric light

They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it

Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night

They say the meek shall inherit the earth
How long will you keep it?
They sow a harvest but what's it worth?
There's no one left to reap it

Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night
Gazed into the visions of the night

I have gazed into the visions of night
I have gazed into the visions of night
Gazed into the visions of night
(etc. to fade)
Once Upon A Daydream
Once upon a daydream 
I fell in love with you
Once upon a moonbeam 
I gave that love to you
Once upon a lifetime 
I knew it must be true
When the months had turned us 
I'd have to marry you
 
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for tenderness
 
Once her daddy found out 
He threw her to the floor
He killed her unborn baby 
And kicked me from the door
Once upon a nightmare 
I bought myself a gun
I blew her daddy's brains out 
Now hell has just begun
 
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for sentiment
 
(Oh....)
 
Once upon a lifetime
A lifetime filled with tears
The boy would pay for his crime
With all his natural years
Once upon a daydream
He'd make you his someday
Once upon a moonbeam
He'd dream his life away
 
Once upon a daydream
Doesn't happen anymore
Once upon a moonbeam
This is no place for miracles
 
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a daydream
Once upon a day...
Dream

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