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Crunch the Number
Robert Warrington
A slowed down remix of Admiral Bob’s early morning groove with a sprinkling of horns and a lyric.
Lobbing love bombs from the head of a pin
Dancing round the fist-headed horror men
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
That dog in the manger that’s been doing you wrong
His memory’s as short as his shadow is long
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Magnets in your head pull you this way and that
There’s fire in your belly and no air in your flat
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
They lie to your face with impunity
Make you taste their immunity
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands
With a few true colours nailed to your name
Being true to your word is your sword of blue flame
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Showing your mettle whenever you speak
Blowing the whistle with a piercing shriek
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
They elbow you out and they tread on your toes
Try to steal your birthright out from under your nose
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
With your mission impossible to make yourself whole
You don’t fall for their line or their mind control
And I love you trouble girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands
By the cesspool I see your sun rise
I watch with careful fearful eyes
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
There’s a hand in the till and a snout in the trough
You walk on a knife and you’re bound to fall off
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands
Lobbing love bombs from the head of a pin
Dancing round the fist-headed horror men
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
That dog in the manger that’s been doing you wrong
His memory’s as short as his shadow is long
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Magnets in your head pull you this way and that
There’s fire in your belly and no air in your flat
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
They lie to your face with impunity
Make you taste their immunity
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands
With a few true colours nailed to your name
Being true to your word is your sword of blue flame
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Showing your mettle whenever you speak
Blowing the whistle with a piercing shriek
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
They elbow you out and they tread on your toes
Try to steal your birthright out from under your nose
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
With your mission impossible to make yourself whole
You don’t fall for their line or their mind control
And I love you trouble girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands
By the cesspool I see your sun rise
I watch with careful fearful eyes
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
There’s a hand in the till and a snout in the trough
You walk on a knife and you’re bound to fall off
And I love you troubled girl
I love you troubled girl
Light from somewhere
I can just see my hands
I could die down here
I can just see my hands