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Primal Scream - Electric Soup Dub Lyrics




In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most f*cked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination

You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

What do they do with all the confiscated bevy,
The polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers
So they can sell it all back to us over again
The c*nts (echo)
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't f*ckin beat us
In the european nations cup
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

Sitting outside wembley in `79,
Jock punks in london, massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a f*ckin ticket

You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No f*ckin way!
Ten minutes into the f*ckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.
Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism",
Well it beats the f*ck out of football as well.

Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress

Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never f*ckin comes.
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In every hick town in caledonia
Across this pseudo nation
You can see the most f*cked up scum
That was shat into creation
Where a blue mckewan's lager top equals
No imagination

You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

What do they do with all the confiscated bevy,
The polis?
Buckets and bags of it?
Give it to the jakies? nah.
Drink it themselves? mibbe.
Give it back to the retailers
So they can sell it all back to us over again
The c*nts (echo)
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

The mystery of scottish sport
Is why we hate the english so.
I love the english very much
As long as they don't f*ckin beat us
In the european nations cup
You're hunbelievable
You're hunbelievable

Sitting outside wembley in `79,
Jock punks in london, massive carry out
Talking to a guy in an ice cream van
So drunk for weeks and we're goin
Way past the point of wantin tickets.
It would be horrendous now if someone
Was to hand you a f*ckin ticket

You'd have to leave all the bevy
Outside the grounds by the polis dump bins
No f*ckin way!
Ten minutes into the f*ckin game
We'd be climbing up the walls to get out.
Fuc-kin hell.
Remember the banner
"alcoholism beats communism",
Well it beats the f*ck out of football as well.

Think you're a success
Your psyche's a mess
Your economy is in distress

Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never comes
Sittin and waiting for the inevitable shot out
That never f*ckin comes.
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