Pink Bomb EP

by Ste McCabe

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My debut EP, which sold out in 2008. Available as a download EP, only on Bandcamp.

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released February 2, 2008

All songs written by Ste McCabe.

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Ste McCabe Edinburgh, UK

My name is Ste McCabe. I am a one-man band.

I use a distorted guitar, drum machines and a synth to make noises with. I am a politicised queer, feminist, working class bastard and I like to make people dance with my rantings. ... more

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Track Name: Huyton Scum
Tommo is a hard knock, knows his way 'round here
Everybody moves away when he comes near
Knife in his pocket, hand on his balls
Walking like he doesn't know how to walk at all
Tommo always stoned, don't know what day it is
Which is a shame 'cause sober he's exceptionally thick
Tommo always angry, Tommo never cry
Except when they get serious on "Footballers Wives"
No, he don't like the women, says women are all sluts
Although he's barely touched one 'cause he hasn't got the guts
He don't like the Asians, says they're gonna bomb us all
Although he's barely spoken to a single one at all
He don't like the Polish "cause they'll take all the jobs"
Although he'd rather kill himself than ever get a job
He don't like the dykes, says they're all just like men
Why don't they wanna fuck him like the porno mags say?
Oh!
Tommo is a hard knock, knows his way 'round here
Everybody moves away when he comes near
Knife in his pocket, hand on his balls
Walking like he doesn't know how to walk at all
Tommo always stoned, don't know what day it is
Which is a shame 'cause sober he's exceptionally thick
Tommo always angry, Tommo never cry
Except when they get serious on "Footballers Wives"
No, he don't like the queers, queers make him sick
Even the ones he forces to go down and suck his dick
He don't like the Irish, he don't like the blacks
But when asked to join the BNP he said, "What's that?"
He would hate the working class if he weren't so poor
He would love his granny if she weren't so fucking old
He would love his brother if his brother weren't a "spaz"
He would love his mother if she weren't so fucking fat
Go home!
Go home
No-one loves you, Tommo
Go home
Go home
Oh Tommo, Tommo, just fuck off home!
No one loves you.
Track Name: Rant
If you've got 2 or 3 minutes for my life story
Then sit back while I revel in my glory
It started with football and me running away
Skipping in the back yard and no-one else would play
Well it's not an unusual narrative
For a gay boy in a backward town to find it hard to live
While Thatcher was cooking up the section 28 scheme
And setting up the picture for my teenage years, ok
Find the sickest boy in town
He'll be hiding his arse when I'm around
Think of the sickest rumours
And all of your friends turning Judas
Now you can call me bitter, call me nasty
Hate my guts and make me happy
But I am not about to forget
When teachers turned their backs, and to it I was left
And as for football I remember when and where
Gerrard would call me queer and spit in my hair
So you will forgive me if I turn over
When world cup fever takes the country over
With a flag that's been adopted by a racist party
Find the sickest boy in town
He'll be hiding his arse when I'm around
Think of the sickest rumours
And all of your friends turning Judas
See, it's not about fitting in
Hell I don't even know what the fuck a twink is
See, I know one day that I'll be 65
And with 13 cats, I'll be puking in a high-rise
Dreading my own miserable demise
And saying "Those were the days, those were the days..."
And then I'll laugh myself to death
Ha ha!
Track Name: See You In Hell
When they say that they are victims
Well I hope that you listen closely
And when you claim victimisation
It's funny but please don't insult me
Well today is the day when the local church is closing down
Please excuse me if I smirk when the stained glass gets covered up
For too long your righteous stench has been hanging around
And now it's a shame, it appears you're no longer welcome in this town
The culture on the same street, well it might destroy the liver
But it doesn't destroy the soul or called a frightened child a sinner
Smiley happy people know it
Smiley happy people show it
And the law will not protect you from what those bastards think
So today is the day when the local church is closing down
We're just tired
Don't claim persecution when I am around
Change the record, change the record...
Track Name: One Step Too Far
You can look down your nose but I don't care
Let my business get into your hair
You walk around like there's glass in your shoe
Every time this mess comes near you
See, I know it makes you sick that I
Said what I said when you'd "Just die"
You're so polite it makes me sick
And we deserve better than this
But they would call it going one step too far
Yeah that's what they call it
Going one step too far
You can please those fools if you really want
But don't you think they're just doing the same?
It's one big game and all we reap
Is misery, and I'm opting out
I can't go one step further
I just don't care
We call it living
And you call it going one step too far
If I could I would draw a line
Put all the false faces on the other side
Call it my very own political divide
When police come, bastards
You'd better fuckin' hide!
We're going one step too far
One step too far
We call it living
And you call it going one step too far
Track Name: Selling Beauty
I don't know what the answer is
But I know that I can't just sit and watch this
Beauty cannot be sold to you
The ideal they force on you doesn't exist
What they're trying to sell to you cannot be sold
You are beautiful but you're still flesh and bone
Are you too fat, too thin, too short, too tall?
Sad, unsatisfied, and always getting old?
It's everywhere and it's stealing your power
Getting into your head while you take another shower