Liquorice Alltime Lyrics - Harper Roy

Slime filth bildge and alienation live in the world experience non-event 

Non-live own up to nighting except poodles in the microwave oven and pillocks 

On the Phillips TV; bare of any meaningful pith bereft of any reason or raisin 

Puking in the back alleys of beaten up arms dealers vocal chords 

Place in our time chips in our alcohol prannies in our way 

Place in our time 

Place in our time 

Liquorice alltime 

Stream of shit conciousness drunken heretic in an afternoon of tragic 

Sunsets and foggy mornings, tragedy eyebrows, the rivers run with blood 

From my ears like an electric mistress at point blank through the frontal 

Lobes and back onto the dole and into the scratching paupers grave of daily 

Drudge in the Thatcherdom of discontent and the greater Galtieri of 

Disappearance and gall bladder melt down 

Place in our time 

Place in our time 

Liquorice alltime 

Dehydration. Bleeding mothers with totally infinitely traumatised human 

Sausages in the greater green pea soup of azure weather maps and bullshit 

Representation of Jack Frost God me stood at the bar sober as a Newton's 

Apple falling through transcending universes of seven dimensions looking 

For eight in the greedy onslaught for knowledge and total disregard for 

Anything past future including history 

Falling, we're falling, take me home my lovely to your first time bed and 

Let me lie with you until they bury us in liquorice alltime, come my love we 

Face togetherness in the tragedy of all time 

Liquorice alltime