Runnin' Riot

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Sassy, cheeky day-glo techno-punk bubblegum pop bombs from this girl-boy two-piece from Birmingham, Uk. This is their debut album, including smash disco hits like 'Better than sex', remixed by THE CUBAN BOYS.

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released September 2, 2002

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Track Name: Issue Of Identity
M.O.G.U.L
M.O.G.U.L
M.O.G.U.L
M.O.G.U.L
Track Name: Better Than Sex (Cuban Boys Continental Pop 7" Mix)
We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll music
With Lego and model glue
Some bands are born shit, all others simply lose it
We perfect everything we do
We replace all the “greats” from the past
We stand in contrast, we’ll always be what’s coming next
Concisely we’re much better than sex

Even you can understand
We’re not just another rock ‘n’ roll band
You’re so lucky just to get one look
We’ll break your arms if you try to touch
Even you can understand we’re not just another
rock ‘n’ roll band

It’s all gone to plan as we’re making lots of money
Oh we’re much more clever than you
If at first you’re jealous of all kneeling in our
presence
You’ll soon be bowing down too
‘Cos we’re worth every penny we earn
And yeah it goes on flashy clothes and up my nose
Concisely we're much better than sex
Track Name: Midland Metro
I think that I caught the tram at Winson Green
With the 99p can of Diamond White
And I think that I might have got off quickly
For some special offer wine that’s not that nice
It’s not that nice

Don’t you even think about going to tell my mother
And don’t you even think about going to tell my nan
They just wouldn’t understand
They can’t see that it’s just a laugh
I bet nor can you

I think that I must have stayed on into town
When I’m drinking how I love to see the sights
And now I’ve got to go as it’s almost three-thirty
How the Midland Metro has improved my life
Improved my life

Don’t you even think about going to tell my mother
And don’t you even think about going to tell my nan
They just wouldn’t understand
They can’t see that it’s just a laugh
I bet nor can you

Don’t you even think about going to tell my mother
And don’t you even think about going to tell my nan
They just wouldn’t understand
They can’t see that it’s just a laugh
I know they wouldn’t understand
They can’t see that it’s just a laugh
I bet nor can you
Track Name: Bin Bag
When I’m dead there’ll be no flowers
When I’m dead there’ll be no candles
When I’m dead there’ll be no tears
I bet there’ll be laughter
I’ll bet you’ll have a party

Put me in a bin bag and leave me with the rubbish

When I’m dead there’ll be no flowers
When I’m dead there’ll be no candles
When I’m dead there’ll be no tears
I bet there’ll be laughter
I’ll bet you’ll have a party

Put me in a bin bag and leave me with the rubbish

When I’m dead
When I’m dead
When I’m dead
When I’m dead

There will be no flowers
There will be no candles
There will be no tears

When I’m dead there’ll be no flowers
When I’m dead there’ll be no candles
When I’m dead there’ll be no tears
I bet there’ll be laughter
I’ll bet you’ll have a party

Put me in a bin bag and leave me with the rubbish

Listen one more time...

I bet there’ll be laughter
I’ll bet you'll have a party

Put me in a bin bag and leave me with the rubbish
Track Name: Eat Yr Greens
Help your mum dust around the house
Stack the nest of tables nice and neat.
Read more often, it’d help your spelling
It takes effort to compete
Don’t talk through the news while your dad is
watching
Get to bed, I think you need more sleep
Never compromise on hygiene
It’s so important to Eat Yr Greens

Get yourself a sexy nightie
You’ve got to work hard at marriage
Start saving early in a pension plan
You can maximise space with a drawer divan
You never see your mum - go on, visit her this Sunday
You’ll wish you could when she’s dead
Smooth white surfaces. Lemon Clean
It’s so important to Eat Yr Greens
Track Name: Lips
It’s not all glamour, it’s tough at the top
It’s a cat-fight just to keep what you’ve got
Use you brains and your friends and your looks
Do all you have to and make your own luck
Like I do, like I do, like I do, like I do

Here’s what I’m saying, nice and slow
Don’t just dream - that’s so obscene
Why just be a human being?
Excuses always come true
Get on and do what you really want to do
Like I do, like I do

Your face is your fortune before you’re too old
Take care of your skin, stay thin, wear new clothes
Use your hips and your lips and your legs
Refuse to get dolled-up? You’re better off dead
You’ve got two, you’ve got two, you’ve got two
Again what I’m saying, in case you don’t know
Don’t daydream - that’s so obscene
Why just be a human being?
Excuses always come true
Get on, do what you really want to do
Like I do, like I do, like I do
Track Name: The Story Of Ort
It all happened on New Years’ Eve, ages ago now. Me and a couple of mates from school went to a pub that wasn’t too fussy who it served. Anyway, we had Ort with uswho was dead mature-looking with a rapidly thickening moustache. He’d go up to the bar for the Snakebite and Blacks. He was quite good at talking to older people so that helped

It seemed everybody we’d ever seen about in our entire lives was there, though thankfully not any uncles or mates of my dad. This tosser, who was the spit of Chris Waddle was there, in some cockney teams’ crappy yellow away kit. So were a load of psychobillies who went to our other mate’s training centre. One was called Stretch, he hung out with Tobin sometimes, but he was still alright. The loudest lot, though, were a load of women old enough to be our mothers, laughing and drinking Snowballs and Barley Wine or something at the table to our right. One of them had DIY tattooed dots on her right hand, in faded blue ink. They were only small dots, mind you

At midnight, people got unusually friendly for round here. They usually just beat you up, and blokes who would normally take the piss were going, “Happy New Year mate!” ‘n’ stuff. The women were getting friendly as well, showing far too much leg. As Ort got up to go to the bog, one of them made a grab for him, and he fell into her lap, only just avoiding the lake of beer and fag ash on the table. She squeezed his big fat arse and whispered, “how about a New Years’ kiss, luv?” before greedily tonguing his mouth. It turns out her name was Audrey, she was 36 and from Tantany. Her old man was inside, so Ort, the lucky bastard, got to go back with her, though he was warned to be quiet so not to wake up Kelly, her 13-year old daughter. I got an invite too ... sort of. Audrey said I could come round anytime as she reckoned Kelly would really like me

Nothing changes really; the next day, people had the same fears and hatred in their eyes. It wouldn’t matter if it were the New Year 2000 or whatever, it would all be the same
Track Name: Candii Is A Can Fan
At the bus stop in the rain
In my brain it’s Can

On the way to buy my daily bread
In my head it’s Can

I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan

I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan

I love you
You love me
We love Can
Together we’re Can fans

I love you
You love me
We love Can
Together we’re Can fans

I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan

Tape it, play it, hear it, love it
Tape it, play it, hear it, love it
Tape it, play it, hear it, love it
Can

I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a Can fan
I’m a fan of Can
Track Name: A Clash Of Hairdos
I was up for the party at this girls house
I’d heard a wonderful rumour that she’d asked me out
But all the kids from The Corra came in between

And there was trouble in the garden
And trouble by the wall
Trouble on the carpet
Trouble by the kitchen door
There was trouble by the video game
Such a shame
Oh such a shame

It was a clash of hairdos
Yeah, a big bloodbath
When all the shaven heads of the criminal class
They saw my fine display of firm hairspray

Yeah, there was trouble in the garden
And trouble by the wall
Trouble on the carpet
Trouble by the kitchen door
There was trouble by the video game
Such a shame
Oh such a shame

I was up for the party at this girls house
I’d heard a wonderful rumour that she’d asked me out
The a clash of hairdos came in between

And there was trouble in her garden
And trouble by the wall
Trouble on her carpet
Trouble by the kitchen door
There was trouble by the video game
Such a shame
Oh such a shame

It was a clash of hairdos
It was a clash of hairdos
Oh what a clash of hairdos
Just a clash of hairdos
Track Name: Precinct
One two three four
We always met up on Friday’s on a wall in the precinct
Supped a few cider’s then the snogging commenced
Oh it’s a love that happens once in a lifetime
Practically having sex on the carpet in the snug
Sadness descended as we walked past the chip shop
It followed us down to the deserted bus stop
Oh why must we do what they want us to do
It’s our night and you’re coming home with me, alright?

I had been warned not to bring her back
It was the law, an unquestioned fact
Hoping no-one was there to see
My heart stopped as I turned the key
The creaks on the stairs were waiting there like a minefield
The stupid teenagers that were gagging for it
Oh God we made it past my bedroom door
Under the covers it got so nice and warm
Then our silence was murdered and our darkness was blinded
Mother had burst in with that look on her face
Oh I knew exactly what I was in for
One of her talks about contraception, morals and all that stuff

I had been warned not to bring her back
It was the law, an unquestioned fact
Hoping no-one was there to see
My heart stopped as I turned the key

One more time

I had been warned not to bring her back
It was the law, an unquestioned fact
Hoping no-one was there to see
My heart stopped as I turned the key
Track Name: If Ort Was Back Again
He’s got his footie mates
Some summer Speedway dates
And then of course there’s quiznites at the Legion
He was in the Turk’s Head
Or so Geoff’s sister said
And The Lion, I think last Sunday

If Ort woz back again the sun would shine
Straight down on Wednesbury’s best fish bar
All the time

I might get in touch
I could phone him up
And everything would be the same as ever
I bet he’s still a Goth
Still wears a West Brom top
To the five-a-side on Monday’s
Ort worked out the meaning of existence when he was seven. He’s clever like that
He saw that it’s better to play it safe an’ be a big fridge-freezer in your local pub than risk Everything and end up broke and alone, somewhere you don’t belong
Track Name: No Kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks

I get no kick from school
I get no kick from your rules
The TV just bores me stiff
I can’t get no kicks

I get no kick from phones
I get no kick from planes
I get no kick from glue
And I get no kick outta you

I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks outta you

I get no kicks in the house
I get no kicks in the street
I get no kicks on my bike
And I get no kicks in your car

I get no kick from wizz
I get no kick from draw
I get no kick from glue
And I get no kick outta you

I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kicks
I can’t get no kick outta you

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na no kicks
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na no kicks
I get no kicks from glue
And I get no kick outta you
Track Name: Better Than Sex (Cuban Boys Rock Steady 12" Mix)
We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll music
With Lego and model glue
Some bands are born shit, all others simply lose it
We perfect everything we do
We replace all the “greats” from the past
We stand in contrast, we’ll always be what’s coming next
Concisely we’re much better than sex

Even you can understand
We’re not just another rock ‘n’ roll band
You’re so lucky just to get one look
We’ll break your arms if you try to touch
Even you can understand we’re not just another
rock ‘n’ roll band

It’s all gone to plan as we’re making lots of money
Oh we’re much more clever than you
If at first you’re jealous of all kneeling in our
presence
You’ll soon be bowing down too
‘Cos we’re worth every penny we earn
And yeah it goes on flashy clothes and up my nose
Concisely we're much better than sex
Track Name: Better Than Sex (Cuban Boys Dark Cupboard Mix)
We’ve rebuilt the ruined concept of rock ‘n’ roll music
With Lego and model glue
Some bands are born shit, all others simply lose it
We perfect everything we do
We replace all the “greats” from the past
We stand in contrast, we’ll always be what’s coming next
Concisely we’re much better than sex

Even you can understand
We’re not just another rock ‘n’ roll band
You’re so lucky just to get one look
We’ll break your arms if you try to touch
Even you can understand we’re not just another
rock ‘n’ roll band

It’s all gone to plan as we’re making lots of money
Oh we’re much more clever than you
If at first you’re jealous of all kneeling in our
presence
You’ll soon be bowing down too
‘Cos we’re worth every penny we earn
And yeah it goes on flashy clothes and up my nose
Concisely we're much better than sex