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No Thugs In Our House Lyrics
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked,
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer.
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked.
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm.
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd cause folks any harm.
The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies on the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent,
He can't do wrong,
'Cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house here
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house. WOO!
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house. WOO!
(repeat until fade)
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so badly kicked,
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer.
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one you've picked.
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
They never read that tattoo on his arm.
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd cause folks any harm.
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent,
He can't do wrong,
'Cos dads a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all about.
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house here
No thugs in our house. WOO!
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house. WOO!
(repeat until fade)
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Fascism begins at home.
i must have listened to this song about thirty times before i realised it was about a young fascist, strange! i don't get this line: A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.
The 'boy in blue' is a policeman knocking on the kitchen door (bringing a headache/problem with his knocking)
This one is kind of esoteric in the whole scheme of XTCs library, as it names names.
Graham is the Agent in charge of the CIAs west coast operations and one of the bringers of the darkness that will become the Battle of the Armageddon.
The "boy in blue" actually makes reference to a blue blooded dynastic avatar that is defended from an angel. He is a nephilim, or "son of Seth" that is the clarion of the impending darkness. But, nobody is willing to listen to what he is trying to tell them.
The individual that is making the statement "no thugs in our house, are there dear" is grahams father who was a federal circuit court judge in the California jurisdiction.
The parents are overly trusting of their son, and mindlessly reassure each other from across the table that share from different worlds.
Young graham has so much unresolved seething anger from many different incidences that remain unresolved to this very day.
This seething anger is the impetus for much of the actions that the CIA will bring about during the darkness including that he is the individual responsible for the moon being blown in two. The CIA set off a nuclear device on the backside in an attempt to keep the Chinese government from constructing an observation deck there.
In the song, they relate to his being beat down by some Asian youths at the age of sixteen.
He never got past it in the forty years since that time.
The song basically is about graham raising himself, except that he was not a good emotionally healthy individual. Disordered then, disordered now.
@jefferybarber Hahahaha this made me spit my Sprite. Good one, dude
@jefferybarber Hahahaha this made me spit my Sprite. Good one, dude
@jefferybarber Can I have a lifetime's supply of what you've been drinking? WTF would XTC, a band from Swindon, UK that is renowned for its social and anti-right wing commentary, be writing a song about the CIA and some crackpot religious BS? Considering XTC had a large catalogue of songs that are critical of religion in general, and the pressure put on younger generations by the British establishment, it is simply ludicrous to think that any of your post bears ANY resemblance to the meanings intended by Andy Partridge. Apart from anything, the lyrics really aren't difficult to understand; Middle class couple get...
@jefferybarber Can I have a lifetime's supply of what you've been drinking? WTF would XTC, a band from Swindon, UK that is renowned for its social and anti-right wing commentary, be writing a song about the CIA and some crackpot religious BS? Considering XTC had a large catalogue of songs that are critical of religion in general, and the pressure put on younger generations by the British establishment, it is simply ludicrous to think that any of your post bears ANY resemblance to the meanings intended by Andy Partridge. Apart from anything, the lyrics really aren't difficult to understand; Middle class couple get a call from a policeman who is investigating an attack on Asians. Policeman nocks on kitchen door, giving mother a headache. Father's smoking his pipe and reading the newspaper. Policeman produces the son's (graham) wallet, that was dropped at the scene of the crime. Mother can't believe it, claiming that son's been "picked" It's all swept under the carpet by mother's Dad, who is conveniently a judge and able to influence the judicial process. Not difficult. Clever lyrics, but not difficult to understand.