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Stale Craig on the guitar; Dean Almond on the drums
Vocals: Mick Exclusion Zone; bass was down to me.
We sprayed more than we played; our name was everywhere
In the grime on lorries bound for Harwich and beyond.
"More Brawn", I'm Out On Bail", "She Looks Like Alan Gilzean",
"No Spare", and there we were - we had our first E.P.
Our Steve said we were dire, though he was truly square
We were "Urge For Offal" on the outskirts of our minds.
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Two shit gigs supporting "Harsh" and interest started to wane
And Stale Craig decided that he didn't like his brain.
"Pear Halves", "State Of The Art", "Your Traumas Are Absurd",
We were "Urge For Offal" on the outskirts of our minds.
The best time of our lives
Pear halves; blinis - all for me UFO.