3/4 of the world are starving,
the rest are dead, overdosed on insensitivity, nail varnished to crosses.
It's escapists shit of a feeble
kind- A fucked up institution for fucked up minds, Holy matrimony is
a blissful myth- wholly based on tradition wholly based on bullshit,
Think you love each other, Think you're so in touch-But it's the shit
institution you love so much. Is your caring so stifled so perverted
+ sick- That you need vows + duties so that it won't slip? You make
your love secure but what of respect?- Does it only exist as another
truth to forget? So your limited caring is the best you can give- Smeared
with lies+ traditions behind which you live, Holy matrimony is blissful
myth- Wholly based on tradition wholly based on bullshit.
Couldn't stand Dummy + Maddy
no more, that's why I had to go to the Psycho Squat, Now the fleas carry
blood about my body, The winning spiel goes round + round, The mass
debate never ends.
TO THE CORE
Have you realized that "Rock
Stars" always seem to lie so much? John Lydon once said he cared, but
he never really gave a fuck, said he'd use the money he made so that
people could "have somewhere to go", but now he lives in the USA and
snorts coke after the show- Why is it that "Rock Stars" always seem
to lie so much? Joe Strummer once said he cared, but he never really
gave a fuck, said he'd use the money he made to set up a radio station-
to make the airwaves full of something more than shit, have you noticed
we're still waiting?- You must realise that "Rock Stars" always seem
to lie so much, some will always tell you that they care, but they don't
really give a fuck, still you suckers don't ever learn that rock stars
deal in money not truth, it's good business to exploit you, just look
at Lydon or Strummer for proof.
are the opium of the people, you prefer poppies to people, you take
pride in genocide, there are no poppies in the USA, there are no poppies
in the USSR, poppy monopoly in the UK, poppy monopoly, OK, Poppies are
the opium of the people.
Floating round the universe
fucking in our cosmic hearse you know time don't ever end can't evade
those dead zen men you're the meat in big buddha's dinner one day you'll
eat us all up too one day is now.
The black cloud gathers +
smothers my brain as I cry another tear in this struggle of pain, another
hurdle to clear is it all the same? Is the conquest of pain my only
aim?- The pain has got to stop it's eating into me my apathy upholds
this misery this hatred for myself will destroy me if I don't start
to give it the love it needs- have you ever realised you must love yourself
if you don't how can you love anybody else? Nobody can reach you through
your personal hell you'll just eat yourself away in your tortured shell.
What's that festering grotesque
over there in a wheelchair, wheelchair, stifled in a stifled in a, straitjacket,
straitjacket,self inflicted safety pin wounds, wounds is it punkoid?
devoid? schizoid? mumbling? vampire state building is crumbling, crumbling,
Blasphemy squad, thriving
on hate, in the warfare state, like piss in a pod. -ch- Never forget,
never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. Death love god squad
+ the babies of christ, pin you all down, in their burial mound. -ch-
Never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with pope. No
need to feed, from corpus christi, no need to cower, inside you's the
power. -ch-Never forget, never ever forgive, wash your mouth out with
pope. Hairy white mouse + the rubber arch bish, the crazed entourage,
their immoral barrage, they censored this line with a brick through
my head, washed my mouth out with pope.
ARE A MARTIAN CHURCH
When you are a martian church,
when the dust has settled, + you're born again, maybe as a martian church,
maybe then you'll see, that your reality, was squashed into banality,
when you are a martian church.
IN A BLANKET
I tell you about the animals-
how they suffer how they die, you try to hide guilty doubt- from me
with an appeasing smile, you never want responsibility- for this murderous
cruelty, the wasteful piles of blood-soaked bodies - you won't let your
conscience see. Ask yourself what makes you want this- torn ripped flesh
so desperately, are you worthy of having this suffering- brought about
to fuel your greed??? not satisfied with killing animals- you're killing
millions of people as well, as the numbers increase of those dying-
in your man made 3rd world hell. Millions dying all the time- locked
in your abbatoir of greed, whilst you destroy them + yourself- by taking
much more than you need, there is no justice in this death- no illusion
i'll let you hide behind, the tradition you use to hide animal murder-
is nothing but a thin disguise.
No longer want to listen to
your insane lies, or call for the blood of those who've died, or lust
for the tears of another to be cried, no longer want to suffer this
pain inside. No longer feel the need to crush all in sight, or play
any part in a cruel + bitter fight, to maintain a blood stained curse
of pride, no longer want to suffer this pain inside. No longer want
to suffer this pain inside.
BUT A NIGHTMARE
point of living in your mindless life? What's the point of living in
your mindless life? What's the point of dying in your mindless death?
What's the point of living in your lifeless mind? Have you ever even
had the thought of thinking? Or is it you're just ignorant + ignorant?
Have you ever even had the thought of thinking? Pathetic fool trapped
inside your skull. The pile of shit inside your brain in which you live-
is not your own, you live out all the lies you're given- You're too
scared to face yourself, You're too scared to face yourself- So you're
too scared to please yourself, Living in your dreamworld is nothing
but a- nightmare- Nothing but a nightmare.
Carnivores are like tombstones
cremating animal carcasses creating animal shit coffins carnivores are
like tombstones carnivores are flesh tombstones.
Grind your bones to make their
bombs. Nothing so slimy as a member, or obscene as the prime cut, the
real chaos merchant, severed head of state. Masters of disasters. With
jingo + jargon, juggling with our jugulers, the iron lady cried, the
people came to see, the rust blow down the street, morbid crowd.
Love is not your parents lies,
it's a myth that they create, true expression you're denied, in their
"love" it has no place, love is not your parents lies, do they really
care for you? why then must they hide behind, duty + guilt that smothers
you. Love is not your parents lies, strung up by hostility, never doubt
that they're so kind, it's a sordid parody, love is not your parents
lies, blackmail keeps you in your place, you can struggle you can try,
but they won't see your real face. Love is not your parents lies, but
you dare not face this fact, their pretence at paradise, keeps you down
+ holds you back, love is not your parents lies, smash the myth of unquestioned
love, it's a role they hide behind, dumb pretence is not enough.
Transatlantic Titanic Freakshout,
Radio schizo, New empire's devouring old, Radio schizo, The one's called
sane wanna self destruct, Radio schizo, Peoples caught in poison webs,
Radio schizo, Chains their brains to the media mains, Radio schizo,
Fabel + label make your tower of Babel, Radio schizo.
As you walk out of the valium
of death, a sad feeling limps around your brain, funny farmers sowing
seeds of discontent, pumping nerve gas around unfeeling veins, war junkies
perish in the wreckage, of their brains, mindward earthlings seek to
change our path, stench crawling over the snow, bilious bodies terrorized
by fastfood sugar demons, unhappy nuclear bomb-doubt families, meltdown
in the melting tin pot boilers, another crutch splinters + snaps, time
to heal the split atoms now, Happy Farm.
CRUCIFIES THE PAEDOPHILES
Smash cash smash trash, Not
long now to the sub-teen revolution, The winding up's gone on too long,
Babies bite back, Alice crucifies the paedophiles.
Stone the crows + fuck the
pigs + pass the ammunition to Jesus- the holy ghost in mohawk hair has
crept in every fucking where, ten tons of the babes foreskin + fifty-thousand
skeletons of Jesus. Army Of Jesus. Tho' the world ate all your shits
they're still allowed to starve the turin shroud can't cover up your
evil-smelling cloud deliver us from Jesus, Forever + Ever, Bloody Men.
1902 inside a British concentration
camp- where 20,000 Dutchmen, including children die. Do you feel any
pity for these murdered men + women who died at the hand of the British
Empire. -ch- Victims they may have been-But innocent they were not,
they were murderers just the same-with their own code of hate. These
Dutchmen carried rifles-went out hunting on horseback delighting in
the slaughter-of a bigger kind of prey, taking part in the latest wave
of genocide they found killing Zulus much more- fun than any other game.
-ch- Victims they may have been-But innocent they were not, they were
murderers just the same-with their own code of hate. These Zulu warriors
felt so proud- of all the suffering they had caused, driven to a frenzy
by the death hate- of tribal wars, bound up by their own morals- their
own bigotry + lies + shit, it's just the same in- Northern Ireland,
Poland + Afghanistan, they're just fighting for the right- to enforce
their own oppression through the bigotry + blindness- of their moral