I can't cop too much chop
Somebody starts copping it.
Out on top - too much cop
I've gotta start stopping it soon
Soon. I've gotta stop soon

One minute you're white as chalk
Then suddenly you must talk
Tell me all about yourself
You can think of nothing else
All you know is you're on show
Let everybody blow

I can't cop too much chop
Somebody starts copping it.
Out on top - too much cop
I've gotta start stopping it soon
Soon. I've gotta stop soon

Feeling fine, just get in line
If you are a friend of mine
Ride your sleigh, it's Christmas Day
Everything's OK

I can't cop too much chop
Somebody starts copping it.
Out on top - too much cop
I've gotta start stopping it soon
Soon. I've gotta stop soon

They oughta know by now
Can't they get through their heads
I am not what they think I am
They oughta know by now
Can't they get it through their heads
I am not what they think?

Even though their sights are low
I'm keeping my aim high
Let them go
run your own show
and keep your powder dry

They say it takes all kind
But to me it seems such a waste
'cos it's the bitterest kind of wine
I don't know how they can stand it's taste

They oughta know by now
I ain't gonna jump through hoops
just to please anyone

Even though their sights are low
I'm keeping my aim high
They don't know their eyes are closed
but mine are open wide
Yeah. Oh, yeah

They oughta know by now
I ain't gonna lose much sleep
when they'll wake up to themselves
They oughta know by now
I ain't gonna lose much sleep
when they'll wake up
When will they wake up?

Even though their sights are low
I'm keeping my aim high
Let them go
run your own show
And keep your powder dry

(can you be content where you are?)
I wanna try everything at least once in my life
(don't you think you've gone a bit far?)
Well, never mind, in a little while
you know I might change my mind
(Nothing's changing my life)
I think I'd better change my mind
(Nothing's changing my life)
'Cos I feel a bit left behind
Nothing's changing my life
But they're changing the times
Nothing is changing mine

I have no patience for the common man
But that isn't you or me
The commonplace I've heard of secondhand
And that's where we'll never be
(Don't you think you've gone a bit far?)
I wanna be truly open for once in my life
(When you fall it's gonna be hard!)
I disagree. I've been hoping
if I get the chance I won't think twice

Nothing's changing my life)
I think I'd better change my mine
(Nothing's changing my life)
'Cos I feel a bit left behind
Nothing's changing my life
But they're changing the times
Nothing is changing mine
Don't say that it's all I deserve
Someday I'm gonna summon the nerve
To face you unafraid and call a spade a spade
And not just stand and wait
Expecting a serve

You have a taste for something
you liked to very long ago.
Nothing can equal blazing a trail
through fields of virgin snow.
It's so warm, it's so sweet. Your #17.
It's so firm, it's so neat. Your #17

You feel cold, you're a whiter shade of pale.
Truth be told. Hellhounds on your trail.
There goes your final nail.
Love is a strange bird,
taking us places we can never dream.
Hard to imagine,
how does it feel in someone else's skin?
It's so cruel, it's so new. Your #17.
It's so fresh, it's all through. Your #17.

You've been told,
it was in a silent way,
you're too old to go on this way.
You really should behave
or face an early grave.
There ain't a damn thing
I'll ever say to make you change your mind,
so take your fancy,
knowing tomorrow is another time.
It' so nice, it's so cold. Your #17.
It's so soft, it's so bold. Your #17.
It's so warm, it's so sweet. Your #17.
It's so firm, it's so neat. Your #17.
Your #17.

Domino, I'm packed and ready to go
Nothing can stop me now. I'm gonna opt out.
I won't be coming back. No-one'll miss me here.
I'm disappearing and heading down the track.

Domino, I'm packed and ready to go.
Domino, we should be hitting the road.

Just last Saturday, feeling pretty shattered,
a Church Of Latter Day Saints man at my door.
Now need I say more?
Bible-bashing me in the old fashion,
he's still rehashing the cause of ancient strife.
So, call me next life.

Domino, we should be hitting the road.
What, me worry? I'm in no big hurry.
My time is not money so I've got lots to spend.
I'm starting a trend.
I'll always treasure these moments together,
it's been a real pleasure to get to know you well.
Let's find a motel.
That's where it's at, I've had it with the race.
It's paradise or bust!
Loose as a goose. Don't follow me, it's useless.
You won't see me for dust.

Domino, I'm packed and ready to go.
Domino, we should be hitting the road.

You'll know when you get to California.
Darling Clementine, it's a state of mind.
You'll now when you get to California.
Freedom's in the air. It's waiting there.

The life that I had back in New York
was happy enough, or so I always thought.
Yeah, I made a new friend
who opened my eyes
to what's inside of everyone and
now I can see I was all talk.

You'll know when you get to California.
Darling Clementine, it's a state of mind.
You'll know when you get to California.
Freedom's in the air. It's waiting there.
You'll know when you get to California
and while the planets turn,
I'm gonna live and I'll learn

You say you had no choice.
The timbre of her voice.
One diabolic noise.
My friend, you're mocking fate.
You took the bait.

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question.
This one is for the ladies, yeah.

The face you recognize.
The phosphorescent lies.
The superficial prize.
She won't need proof.
Ain't that the truth.

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question.
This one is for the ladies, yeah.

What if you were left behind?
What if she would change her mind?
Yes, her deep commitment stings.
People say the darndest things.
The burning in your bones.
The monumental jones.
It's abstract to conceive.
Thus, Rosabell, believe.

Guilty admissions, the power of suggestion.
Never an answer to follow the question,
so without exception - this one is for the ladies, yeah.

She is your friend. I'll say it again.
She is your friend - but where will it end?

Understand you're a man,
she has got the upper hand.
You'd better be on your guard.
She's making it hard
and she's holding all the cards.

She is your fiend. I'll say it again.
She is your friend - but where will it end?
Where will it end?

Girls on top, boys are not
and when the penny's dropped
try taking it on the chin.
You better give in
and maybe you'll save your skin.

She is your friend. I'll say it again.
She is your friend. I'll say it again. I'll say it again.
She is your very best friend but where will it end?
Where will it end?

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.

People reading the Bible
like it's holy scripture.
Taking words out of context,
now devoid of meaning.
Using heaven for hatred - almost universal.
Ignorance is the Devil.
Knowledge was the first sin.

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.

Why won't anyone listen
when the Prophet's talking?
No more miracle-makers,
not since television.
Damned to live in the present.
This eternal moment.
Blessed gift of existence.
Clinging to a mystery.

I know that it really means nothing.
I know that it never can happen.
I know.

You from me isolation!
Quarantine, Isolation! Refugee, isolation!
Apathy, isolation! Isolation.
Penetration. All across the united nations.
Constant washing of the brain
keeps the people entertained.
March of progress, art of war.
Welcome back to feudal law.

How low, how low, how low can you go?
Bad relations. Sad occasions.
Unfriendly persuasion. "Just look at the time!"
False impressions. Endless questions.
The least indiscretions are capital crime.
Though you're important to me
you don't get open sesame.

How low, how low, how low can you go?
But you're no better than me.
Don't tell me how it's meant to be.
How low, how low, how low can you go?

What a good, good son!
Hold on, hold on. The good one.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on!

See him on television.
Watch him being sent to prison.
Poor boy! Lawyers have framed him.
Fifteen seconds of fame think we know his name.

What a good, good son!
Hold on, hold on. The good one.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on
People hold on! Hold on.

He said he was sorry, he could not help it.
They told em, "Don't worry, you'll make it out one day.
Yeah, one day. Enjoy your time in Long bay!"
"Hey, boy. Was that a good book?"
Cellmate's giving you a long hard look.
Dahmer, you were his fanclub.
You're sad - wrong in the head!
Might be better off dead.

Stars and fairy dust are jewels upon the sky.
Dance beyond the clouds.
You're like a firefly.
Sweetly now, sing a gentle lullaby. Fall asleep…

It is time now that all good girls and boys
close their eyes and dream.
Set your cares afloat across the Milky Way
for tomorrow is another lovely day
but for now goodnight and softly drift away.
Fall asleep…

Band Members: Dave Faulkner - Lead Vocals, Guitar
Brad Shepherd - Guitar, Vocals
Rick Grossman- Bass
Mark Kingsmill - Drums

Produced By: Kim Salmon and the Hoodoo Gurus
Engineered by Paul McKercher . Assisted by Justin Sincair, Peter Jones, Mark Basset
Mixed by Tim Whitten
Recorded and mixed at SoundWorks Studios, Camperdown, NSW
Masters by Don Bartley

Vicki Peterson: backing vocals on When You Get To California (Vicki was recorded by Charles Fisher in Sherman Oaks, California)
Vanetta fields and Renee Geyer: Backing vocals on Nothing's Changing My Life
Stewart Kirwan: trumpet on When You Get To California
Stewart Kirwan: trumpet, Anthony Kable: trombone and Andy Bickers: saxophone on This One Is For the Ladies
Steve Fitzmaurice: baritone sax on Domino
Stuart McCarthy: synthesizer technician on Chop