1. THINK (album version)
(Woseen)
2. RICH BITCH (album version)
Woseen
3. PRETTY VACANT (cover version of Sex Pistols song)
Cook, Jones, Matlock & Rotten
Lyrics
Think
All you men with aching greed You dont realise that the people need
The children need a helping hand Life means nothing in your houses tall
You've never had your back's against the wall Your backs against the wall
With a gun at your head I see no fun in laughing all the time
All those ruby smiles and all those funny lines They don't mean a thing to me
cause I don't have the time for that Live your life in luxury
You don't know what its like out on the streets Without a friend to help you
through the night
First its there and then its gone Then you realise it's not much fun, no it's
not much fun
When you practice to deceive I see no fun in laughing all the time
All those ruby smiles and all those funny lines They don't mean a thing to me,
cause I don't have the time
They don't mean a thing to me, cause I don't have the time For that
I said we've got no time for that, no, no, not anything Well I've seen so many
things
Knights of days and fallen kings Times when everyone lies to you all the time
Time in our hands, it's going slow Before to long, it's gonna blow
It's all going to blow up in your face You've got fancy names for your evil
men
They're going to take you in their world of sin, world of sin Where you'll be
all alone
You'll be all alone Well I can see no fun in laughing all the time
All those ruby smiles and all those funny lines
They don't mean a thing to me, cause I don't have the time
They don't mean a thing to me, cause I just don't have the time
For that No time for that, no time for that, no time for that
No time for that.
Rich Bitch
You might wear fancy clothes and drive a fancy car
You,ve probably got those pretty boys that hang off you in bars
Who do, who do you think you are Don't you, don't you, ever think you'll get
to far
Cause you're not going to far I see you strutting round, flashing diamond rings
Keeping all your so called friends On your tight purse strings
Well I look at you, you look down your nose at me
Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me You ain't no better than
me
I've seen your tricks, and all your flights of fancy Spend your cash, flash
your wealth
Then you snort a little candy Well, lets see how you go out on the street
Dirty clothes, dirty hair and not enough money to eat
(Unless of course you like eating bread and water)
No cavier No need for friends because your money makes you smile
Designer suits, gold and silver jewellery That's your style
I look at you and you look down your nose at me
Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me
Cause you ain't nothin, but a Rich Bitch.
Pretty Vacant
There's no point in asking You'll get no reply I'll just seem inward A dolt
inside I got no reason
It's all too much You'll always find us Out to lunch
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) we're vacant
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) vacant
Don't ask us to return 'Cause we're not all there I don't pretend '
Cause I don't care I don't believe in lusions A too much is a leo Stop at cheap
comment '
Cause we know what we feel
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) we're vacant
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) vacant
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) and now, and we don't care
There's no point in asking You'll get no reply I'll just seem inward
A dolt inside I got no reason It's all too much You'll always find me Out to
lunch
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) vacant
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) we're vacant
(We're so pretty, oh so pretty) and now, and we don't care
(We're pretty, pretty vacant) (We're pretty, pretty vacant)
(We're pretty, pretty vacant) (We're pretty, pretty vacant)
And we don't care
