Every Good Boy Deserves Failure

by The Kitchen Sink Drama

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released October 12, 2016

All Songs: Music by Calogero Marotta & Lyrics by Claire Wilcock
Recorded at Donkeys & Cats Studio
Additional recordings at Koko studio
Drums recorded & played by Patrick Schouters
Mixed by Laurent "Roo"even at Koko Studio
produced by The Kitchen Sink Drama
Mastered by Pieter De Wagter at Equus

Thanks to: Sandra Clément, Raphaël Grignet, Sergio Taronna & Muriel Thies

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Track Name: Idiot
Maybe I was at the back of the queue
When it came to handing out the brains
But your Mr Nice Guy act I see right through
I only know you’re only bound to bring me pain

Don’t call me an idiot
Don’t say that I’m dumb
I’m not gonna be the one that’s under your thumb

You may think that you can pull the wool over my eyes
Since I didn’t spot you were a fake
Although I may not be the sharpest tool that’s in the box
I’ll never ever make the same mistake

Don't call me an idiot
Don't say that I'm dumb
I'm not gonna be the one that's under your thumb

Don't call me an idiot
Don't say that I'm dumb
I'm not gonna be the one that's under your thumb

Don't call me an idiot
Don't say I'm a fool
I'm not gonna be the one that plays by your rules

You may think that I'm not fit to lick your boots
When it comes to high brow intellect
But honey I'm smart enough to know that you won't treat me right
And with my heart I should be more select
I don't think I'll ever make the top of the class
I'll probably never wear a cap and gown
But it doesn't take a world class mastermind
To figure out you're gonna let me down
Track Name: Kitchen Sink Drama
Home half an hour early caught you with the babysitter
You’ve had your taste of honey, now all I can taste is bitter
My knight in shining armour with one too many chinks
I’m sick of all the drama, one too many kitchen sinks

A sorry picture of domestic bliss
Kitchen sink drama
How did it ever come to this?
Kitchen sink drama

Les chocolats se sont fondus
Les fleurs sont dans la poubelle

Kitchen sink drama

The honeymoon was over long before we popped the cork
Silence isn’t golden when you’ve lost the will to talk
The chocolates have all melted and the flowers are in the bin
It’s a sticky situation and nobody’s gonna win

A sorry picture of domestic bliss
Kitchen sink drama
How did it ever come to this?
Kitchen sink drama

You threw it all away for half an hour getting your kicks
A hopeless status quo not even therapy can fix
Can’t make a silk purse from the ear of a sow
I’d rather go our separate ways, I’m nobody’s poor cow

A sorry picture of domestic bliss
Kitchen sink drama
How did it ever come to this?
Kitchen sink drama

The crockery lies broken and voices are being raised
My eyes are swollen and you’ve left a handprint on my face
The room is getting darker, it’s fifty shades of grim
I should have worn my armour, feels just like I’ve lost a limb
Track Name: Axelle
Axelle, you took the world by storm
A journalist’s wet dream
Say cheese, look straight into the camera
Let’s take one for the team

You tick the boxes on every level
All the ingredients for the perfect red devil

Axelle
We think you’re swell, Axelle
Axelle
We think you’re swell, Axelle

Maybe we’re just massaging your ego
Our media princess
The talk of the town in Rio de Janeiro
Candy for the lens

Axelle
We think you’re swell, Axelle
Axelle
We think you’re swell, Axelle

Trailing at half time
It could have been tragic
Penalty shootout
Your smile it worked like magic

Axelle
We think you’re swell, Axelle
Axelle
Your name doesn’t ring a bell
Track Name: Superboy
Any kind of weather, not a hair out of place
The right amount of stubble on your pretty boy face
You could be a model for Calvin Klein
You know everything there is to know about wine

Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Mummy’s little bundle of joy
Why do you have to act so coy?
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy

140 IQ and you’re good with your hands
You hang out with hipsters and all the best bands
You’re the perfect advert for a diet of beer
Snowboarding, bungee jumping, no sense of fear

Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
You think you’re so nice
You wouldn’t even look at me twice
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy

Winning sense of humour and hilarious jokes
You know where to score the finest quality coke
You throw the coolest parties in your loft with a view
I’ve never met a guy as fucking perfect as you

Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
I don’t understand the hype
You’re really not my type
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Superboy, Superboy, Superboy
Track Name: After Hours
It’s after hours
Just heard the clock strike five
An almost empty office block
Practically no sign of life
An inappropriate hemline
Mentally undressed
Way too close for comfort
I don’t think he’s gonna pass this test

Patience is a virtue
But she for one can’t wait
Pretending to be helpless
And hoping that he’ll take the bait
She lingers in the cloakroom
When she should be going home
Indecent sighs and longing eyes
Finally got him on his own

Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on
But she’s breaking all the rules
If she’s not careful she’ll be gone

Savouring the feeling
That’s creeping through his bones
Split second glimpse of stockinged thigh
His pulse is hitting danger zone
His breathing’s getting heavy
She licks her bottom lip
Attempting to resist her charms
Whilst toying with a paper clip

Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on
But she’s breaking all the rules
If she’s not careful she’ll be gone

Mouth watering forbidden fruit
Offered on a plate
He’s sliding down her zipper
A task he just can’t delegate
Steps up the flirtation
He’s powerless to resist
Just a few hours’ overtime
And she can cross him off her list

Trying to convince us that there’s nothing going on
But they’re breaking all the rules
If they’re not careful they’ll be gone
Track Name: What Will It Take?
Would it make a difference?
Do you think you could ever care?
Could I win you over if I acted more like her?
I could ditch the glasses
Take elocution classes
I could cut down on the booze and learn to mind my ps and qs

What will it take?
What will it take?
What will it take for you to give me a break?

Is it worth the effort?
Can this leopard change its spots?
Or is it just a question of more grooming and Botox?
How about a haircut?
Would you like me to call you Sir?
Should get me a designer wardrobe and upgrade my underwear?

What will it take?
What will it take?
What will it take for you to give me a break?
Track Name: Be My Boomerang
Auf Wiedersehen, arriverderci
Don’t forget your coat
It’s gonna take more than one sailor to keep this ship afloat
See you later alligator
You’ve heard it all before
How many more thousand times can I show you the door?

I don’t know why
You refuse to say goodbye
When I treat you so unkind
I guess you just don’t mind

You can be my boomerang
I think you’ve got the knack
I’ve thrown you away so many times
You just keep coming back
You just keep coming back

Once bitten, forever smitten
You’re a hard core masochist
When will I get through to you that for me you don’t exist?
Your own worst enemy
Head’s buried in the sand
Just what part of see you later don’t you understand?

I don’t know why
You refuse to say goodbye
When I treat you so unkind
I guess you just don’t mind

You can be my boomerang
I think you’ve got the knack
I’ve thrown you away so many times
You just keep coming back
You just keep coming back

Let’s dispense with subtleties
A two-fingered salute
It couldn’t be more plain to see that I’m giving you the boot

I don’t know why
You refuse to say goodbye
When I treat you so unkind
I guess you just don’t mind

You can be my boomerang
I think you’ve got the knack
You can be my boomerang
Now I think I’ll take you back
Track Name: Social Suicide Doll
Social suicide doll has no friends
They say she’s slept with half her year
She’ll never make head girl
Because she smokes the wrong gear
Now no one will go near her
She’s desperate to fit in

Social suicide doll pierced her nose
And I heard she got a new tattoo
But she did it on the cheap
It was a nasty colour blue
She just hasn’t got a clue
But she’s desperate to fit in

Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll
Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll

And she tries to wrap you ‘round her finger
Dying to persuade you to be her best friend
And she lies, pretending to be someone else
Dying to persuade you to be her best friend
And she tries
And she lies

Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll
Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll

Social suicide doll, what a drag
She tried ever trick in the book
But she’ll never ever be popular
She just hasn’t got the look
And she doesn’t give a fuck
Whether she fits in

Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll
Woah woah woah woah woah
Don’t commit social suicide doll
Track Name: Wi-Fi Baby
I’m living in a modern time
I’m drowning in technology
I’m living in a modern time
Big brother’s watching over me
I’m living with a modern guy
He’s generated, pixelated
I’m living with a modern guy
And someday soon he’ll pull the plug on me

My Wi-Fi baby
He loves me virtually
My Wi-Fi baby
He loves me with hands free
My Wi-Fi baby
I love the way he makes me feel
And he’ll always be so real to me

I’m living with a modern guy
My cyber toy, digital joy
I’m living with a modern guy
Sexual tension in three dimension
In love with a modern guy
He makes me feel alive from my hard drive
In love with a modern guy
With just one click we could be history

My Wi-Fi baby
He loves me virtually
My Wi-Fi baby
He loves me with hands free
My Wi-Fi baby
I love the way he makes me feel
And he’ll always be so real to me

I love the way he makes me feel
Don’t even care that he’s not real
My cyber toy, he brings me joy
I’ll always love my Wi-Fi boy

I love the way he makes me feel
Don’t even care that he’s not real
My cyber toy, he brings me joy
I’ll always love my Wi-Fi baby
Track Name: Down For The Count
Down for the count and I’ve thrown in the towel
I’m down for the count, didn’t make it through round three
This time you well and truly worked your magic
But I’m not ready to give up on you and me

I thought you said you weren’t going to fight dirty
But you left me feeling broken, black and blue
And when my heart was about to melt, you hit me below the belt
And now you put the boot in through and through

I know I’m no Rocky Balboa
So I pray that you won’t sink any lower
Clinging for dear life onto the ropes
Willing you to offer me a hand of hope

The only thing that I’m kissing is the canvas
And the only thing that can save me is the bell
I thought I was your million dollar baby
But you sent me spiralling into hell

I know I’m no Rocky Balboa
So I pray that you won’t sink any lower
Clinging for dear life onto the ropes
Clinging for dear life onto the ropes
Willing you to offer me a hand of hope

Down for the count and you think that it’s all over
I’m down for the count while you’re strutting ‘round the ring
And one thing you can’t disguise, you’ve got your eye on the prize
But I didn’t hear the fat lady sing