brass boots, where has your gaunt gown gone? whose streets have you walked on? who did you meet? what did they say? is the world just a foxhole you watch
Bugs in Billy Bob's bed Billy Bobs Bed Oh yeah You know you're wasting your time You drove me out of my mind You left me and then you said Another guy
It's in my head - I can't take it no more It's like they said - don't really got a choice Do it right - or you might force us to make an Example of you
Falling down the stairs one, two, three, four Pick the broken bodies up off the floor I just killed a good friend of mine Five, six, seven, eight and
It's starting to look like Junkion, the garbage dump in space We live like rats on Junkion, there's so much fucking waste The poison, the poison, you
On ma dit que la meche est allumer. Perestroiska!! Tener vous tout le monde c'a va sauter. Perestroiska!! A l'attaque c'est l'heure de la libertee. Perestroiska
Not a sound breaks the surface just the dull grind of supplyside theory and tiamina doubleshifts. This is tough love metered by quotas and piecerates
The sewage, the human waste. Noticed for the first time. Tagged and castoff, disowned and disposed without a name. Laid to rest in a potter's field.
Age four. White walls. Through a door. Shadow falls. Say uncle, it's okay. Say uncle, it's okay. Hands reached through cloth and skin. Never again. One
Never able. Just severing cords stretched from hand to heart. Fill your eyes with as much as they'll hold. Slowly steeping. Pushing through the floor
Live on location, the frontlines beamed a quiet room behind double locked doors. This just in, through static and snow, through smashed glass and teargas
Swollen like disease, you're rotting out from inside. Thin colors and blurred lines frame a picture perfect life. Grip and grin. An appetite that never
If I drop names of exotic towns that you'll never dee, in the songs that I write, it's that that's sll I have when I miss my girl and you're taking yours
Psychiatrists and Lawyers destroying mankind Drivin' 'em crazy...and stealing 'em blind Bankers and Brokers ruling the world Storing the silver and hoarding
They tell us that we're savages who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice, refuse
Who will search for Holy Grail Past the edge beyond the veil Who will come beyond the light Far from reach beyond all sight Who will share this bitter
In praise of fruit I wrote this song Because of fruit my heart is strong Who could estimate its worth? Fruit's the finest food on earth Fresh fruit,
The bell on my door rang this morning From the kitchen I called "Who's that there?" Through the letter box came a grappling hook Which grappled me right
