The Interstellar Graffiti Artists - What's the Concept Lyrics

So What's The Concept? I'm Singing The Wrong Set
I've Tried For So Long To Impress
But, Like The Song Says: Whats The Concept?
It's Been A Long Trek. I'm In Need Of A Long Cigarette
And I'm Gone In A Breath Wondering What's The Concept?
Opening cigarettes I burn and I sweat in the hope of getting sober
All I can hear is the sound of an opening can of cold coca cola
Come over, I'll show ya the under belly and then it's over
No promoter knows a method of selling my show
And it goes to show that I'm a soldier
Been suffering running with holes in my Gola
But it was so long ago they were thrown from the window of the motor
Now give me the cold shoulder!! I'll go a degree or so colder
Don't make a habit of being dramatic, This isn't no 90210
And no you don't know and it appears that you won't know so
I wrote my own and it's homegrown fresh from the lawnmower
Her sweet aroma gives me brief sweet closure makes me whole, Emboldens my soul
Helps me to emote, I'm getting older, getting closer, to becoming a pro no-hoper
And I could tell you about the dynamic if I wasn't buried so deep below ya
A notable exposure of my composure left me exposed to feeling the cold grow
As the temperature lowered making the tiiiiiiiime slooooooower...
Below a gold, no-go glowing signal over my head just north of Dover
Before I die I'll drive myself into a coma
After a bet after getting in debt for a ride with Princess Di's chauffeur, listen...
So Just Give Me A Sign
Give Me A Life Sign
Give Me Life Time
Give Me A Minute To Clear My Mind
Now Feel The Tempo Get Quicker
Give Me The Scene
Give Me The Full Screen
Show Me You Know What I Mean
Show Me The Studio And A Routine
And When We've Done The Set... WE FORGET
Let me take a piss get ready to spit, check my bollox and pull my jeans up
Put your feet up, keep the coca cola give me a Ribena
Let me relieve ya!!! I dribble the lyrics as if I just sprung a leak
From when you hear me on the beat I'll have you dry humping the speaker
Call me the scene stealer - infinitely better than Plan B
Now hold up look, he's solid and good, I'm just saying I'm evidently sweeter
You lot need to ease up, it's harder to listen while having a seizure
Let the sheen gleam keener, while I besiege the mouth breathers
Burning the effigies up, it caused me a flick of the thought leaver
Thinking the fire brigade'll be here in a minute so cool: we ain't leaving!
Feeling the bass heaving, raising, head up high
Twilite's a geeza not a guy. I don't drive, I trip and fly meaning
I'm up at the bar laughing bass drum blasting
Yeah I'm Dagenham mate!! (You What?) Two stops away from Barking
Swinging of the rafters, hardly started sparking a farce before departing
Smashing a glass at the curb, craftily thinking of sporting a side parting...
(You're Having A Laugh Mate) Nah mate, I'm an Interstellar Graffiti Artist
Parking up in a car that won't start, Lean after dark in a cold park - Starving
Hank Marvin the Martian with zoots passing
I'm asking for two blasts then, I'm laughing my half-caste arse off
So Just Give Me A Sign
Give Me A Life Sign
Give Me Life Time
Give Me A Minute To Clear My Mind
Now Feel The Tempo Get Quicker
Give Me The Scene
Give Me The Full Screen
Show Me You Know What I Mean
Show Me The Studio And A Routine
And When We've Done The Set...
WE FORGET!!!
So What's The Concept?
I'm Singing The Wrong Set
Ive Tried For So Long To Impress
But, Like The Song Says
Whats The Concept?
It's Been A Long Trek
I'm In Need Of A Long Cigarette
And I'm Gone In A Breath
Wondering What's The Concept?

So What's The Concept? I'm Singing The Wrong Set
I've Tried For So Long To Impress
But, Like The Song Says: Whats The Concept?
It's Been A Long Trek. I'm In Need Of A Long Cigarette
And I'm Gone In A Breath Wondering What's The Concept?
Opening cigarettes I burn and I sweat in the hope of getting sober
All I can hear is the sound of an opening can of cold coca cola
Come over, I'll show ya the under belly and then it's over
No promoter knows a method of selling my show
And it goes to show that I'm a soldier
Been suffering running with holes in my Gola
But it was so long ago they were thrown from the window of the motor
Now give me the cold shoulder!! I'll go a degree or so colder
Don't make a habit of being dramatic, This isn't no 90210
And no you don't know and it appears that you won't know so
I wrote my own and it's homegrown fresh from the lawnmower
Her sweet aroma gives me brief sweet closure makes me whole, Emboldens my soul
Helps me to emote, I'm getting older, getting closer, to becoming a pro no-hoper
And I could tell you about the dynamic if I wasn't buried so deep below ya
A notable exposure of my composure left me exposed to feeling the cold grow
As the temperature lowered making the tiiiiiiiime slooooooower...
Below a gold, no-go glowing signal over my head just north of Dover
Before I die I'll drive myself into a coma
After a bet after getting in debt for a ride with Princess Di's chauffeur, listen...
So Just Give Me A Sign
Give Me A Life Sign
Give Me Life Time
Give Me A Minute To Clear My Mind
Now Feel The Tempo Get Quicker
Give Me The Scene
Give Me The Full Screen
Show Me You Know What I Mean
Show Me The Studio And A Routine
And When We've Done The Set... WE FORGET
Let me take a piss get ready to spit, check my bollox and pull my jeans up
Put your feet up, keep the coca cola give me a Ribena
Let me relieve ya!!! I dribble the lyrics as if I just sprung a leak
From when you hear me on the beat I'll have you dry humping the speaker
Call me the scene stealer - infinitely better than Plan B
Now hold up look, he's solid and good, I'm just saying I'm evidently sweeter
You lot need to ease up, it's harder to listen while having a seizure
Let the sheen gleam keener, while I besiege the mouth breathers
Burning the effigies up, it caused me a flick of the thought leaver
Thinking the fire brigade'll be here in a minute so cool: we ain't leaving!
Feeling the bass heaving, raising, head up high
Twilite's a geeza not a guy. I don't drive, I trip and fly meaning
I'm up at the bar laughing bass drum blasting
Yeah I'm Dagenham mate!! (You What?) Two stops away from Barking
Swinging of the rafters, hardly started sparking a farce before departing
Smashing a glass at the curb, craftily thinking of sporting a side parting...
(You're Having A Laugh Mate) Nah mate, I'm an Interstellar Graffiti Artist
Parking up in a car that won't start, Lean after dark in a cold park - Starving
Hank Marvin the Martian with zoots passing
I'm asking for two blasts then, I'm laughing my half-caste arse off
So Just Give Me A Sign
Give Me A Life Sign
Give Me Life Time
Give Me A Minute To Clear My Mind
Now Feel The Tempo Get Quicker
Give Me The Scene
Give Me The Full Screen
Show Me You Know What I Mean
Show Me The Studio And A Routine
And When We've Done The Set...
WE FORGET!!!
So What's The Concept?
I'm Singing The Wrong Set
Ive Tried For So Long To Impress
But, Like The Song Says
Whats The Concept?
It's Been A Long Trek
I'm In Need Of A Long Cigarette
And I'm Gone In A Breath
Wondering What's The Concept?