First EP lyrics

Media Person

Green to feel blue is your vision purely golden is your humour black or olden do you find you're getting yellow though you know you're in the redredredredred, I'm your media friend transparent so close friend, Green to feel blue is your vision purely golden is your humour black or olden, do you find you're getting yellow though you know you're in the redredredredred, I'm your media friend round the clock religion, Green to feel blue is your vision purely golden is your humour black or olden, do you find you're getting yellow though you know you're in the redredredredred, I'm your media friend with you till the rainbows' end, green to feel blue.

Him Hymn

For fifty-four years he worked hard on five foul factory flaws boredom ranking low on his list of fears though they say his tears they cried dry tears he's no teenager he's a real neat rager he's got trust encrust in lust though his high finance is low low low he may look like a heavy metal dealer but out on the road he's a true freewheeler he is an buddhist saviour he is an christian aider.

Blind Dogs

The unseeing eyes of the blinded pupils; unseeing guidance, the lead of the blind dogs token gestures from life-long investors; questions only for those who question- A vicious circle of passive acceptance, passive acceptance of a vicious circle; prevention by convention of infantile dissention; creates a self-sufficient form of self oppression; numbing of awareness, a craving to be led, the image of a hero planted in your head; a vicious circle of passive acceptance, passive acceptance of a vicious circle, questions only for those who question, the lead of the blind dogs, dogs of war.

B-Ward

Discord in B-ward a cliche never bored discord in B-ward siggy siggy siggy fraud? discord in B-ward a goal that's never scored, discord in B-ward excreaciating smell hell! discord in B-ward just trust in your lord discord in B-ward eaten not gnawed discord in B-ward good deeds fast flawed discord in B-ward occupants over-awed.

Crazy Chain

Crazy crazy chain we're strung up again umbilical cord around the neck and pain is sane, crazy crazy chain gagged and bound inane, crazy crazy chain label underachieve and plain, black statue looms in doomsday rooms rap fetish worship motivation life span trap.

The Gardener

In the garden the roses have no thorns, the growth is steady and quite natural, no parasites, no harm, immortal existence, perpetual motion, forever peace and charm.

Teenage Time Killer

Teenage time killer, when it gets old it can wish it was young, youth of nausea youthanasia youth of nausea, teenage time killer, skull of James Dean haunts the dream of the teen, youth of nausea youthanasia youth of nausea.

Hearse

E-Evil eye beyond sty and sky hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hearse hobbledehoy in hearse.

Deadliving

I'm a zombie, the crowd burried me, my piercing eyes they just couldn't see, I'm a zombie a death in their life, I'm a zombie no peace in their strife.

Black President

Peanut farmer B-movie actor awakening coughs desires for powers prime the ministers watch them go off you have to be hardy to rest on your laurels you have to be hardy but I'm so intense a bun in the oven I'd fry in the fridge a newspaper crowd blind snow blind close one eye become their king the walls between you and me are you a snake? I'll use a ladder I'll use a ladder I'll use a ladder! Robotic cool can mingle with my humanoid fool you have to be hardy to rest on your laurels! to stop all changes make time redundant! black black black black president.

Tower of Strength

Tower of strength takes to the sea scours ocean via quay same old story muscle bound and gorey brand new story death without glory infinite story so new so hoary build a tower of strength and watch it weaken construct high hopes as the brightest beacon watch the seagulls eat the trash you contemptuosly (?)bitch(?) do you know a seagull? do you know a wreck? do you know a stony beach? do you know a raging wind? are you tired of the tide? roll in a rock pool come let's hide.

Play

Come on eveybody join your hands come in everybrain clap new bands come in everybody clap your hands come on everybrain join new bands we all play the same old chords we all tread the same old boards.

Farce EP lyrics

Sacrifice

God is nothing more than an obsessive lie, while sunday school children are brainwashed into line, and presented with as truth what's really just a lie, another childs' self belief is sacrificed, in the eyes of the lord, men are his servants, in the eyes of the lord, women are mens' servants, in the eyes of the lord, we're authority's servants, in the eyes of the lord, everyone's a servant, sexual roles perversely glorified, beyond virgin motherhood, all status is denied, but starvation and death's the real testiment to the truth of the god your bible represents.

Cosmetic Plague

Being honest is no means of survival, avoid your inner-feelings like the plague, this is what it takes to comply with the images this structure will accomodate, but things aren't what they seem when they're partially hidden behind walls of pretence built for peace of mind, the barriers between us are forever maintained by our acceptance of the roles others choose to define in a world of competition life's portrayed as a contest where we're forced to live by making gains at others expense, but no-one's really gaining when perpetual conflict's the result of our relationships based on pretence, we don't need this cultural cosmetic division it upholds the self interest on which the system feeds, a deconditioned consciousness of mutual respect is the only way to cure this cosmetic disease.

Subdued Violence

Let's find someone we can blame it all on some one so stupid they can't see pull out each hair one by one by three sick old frail worm claustraphobia suck suck suck suck the puss holes dry hate noise hate you agrophobia punch kapow now how bang down de door mediocre idiocy harlequin acting girl dreams could be the root of a passable growth treated as a child how are children treated broken arms broken brains it's not a bit funny minor dramas minor life closed mind case history pretension mystery don't mention it pathetic past future forever future for never white feather apprenticed weather seller fight for light and you'll get dark.

Only Human

Hey you yea you you're the only human eveyone's an alien save you save you we're malevolent malignant tumours suckling on your body preying on your mind never mind dissecting your soul spirit being or whatever we've your whole life videoed your womb sub-life childhood adolescence adulthood old age.

The Bile Ball

A stagnant pool of bile contains as much interest as the bible and is much less harmful and is much more helpful and is much more reverened and is much more irreverent.

Farce

She is such a pretty girl her shape fits well into a mould her mind removed her body's sold she does exactly what she's told and he is such a brave young man if his brain can't then violence can his mind was drained since life began of the compassion he once had why go on living in the past we just uphold the sexual farce past is past is past is farce why go on living in the past if air to breathe is hard to find in her tight mould she doesn't mind she fits in well she's one of a kind her processed mind upholds the lies and he in turn plays out the part we tempted him with from the start and she in turn plays out the part dictated to her by the past.

Bloody Jellies

There will be no coffins when you and I die no consecrated ground a sin to end all sins and angels with scorched wings and if the thought of this stings sorry god there's no coffins just bloody jellies glance at the nice town see the war plan it owns there will be mass graves so I want my death-grant 30 pounds in advance buy now don't leave to chance at least it's the final kill this their creation to purify the planet a new beginning no it's not destruction.

Mice Race

Dawn breaks but it isn't a new day men like sheep women like mice all caught in the rat race take a closer look at what's going on today are you really justified in having nothing to say are you not aware of a feeling of humiliation don't you have to sell yourself and keep on saying sir are you really satisfied that everything's ok conditioned from the start and controlled from all directions swamped by a normality that musn't be questioned ignorance is only a form of self-deception are you really justified in having nothing to say take a closer look at what's going on today are you really satisfied that everything's ok perhaps sfter all too much thinking doesn't pay.

Defined By Age

The gap between young and old exists because it's what we're told the older generation or the youth of today views and actions defined by age the complacency of middle age false dignity moral outrage is just the same as the teenage rebel pose another source of money making manipulation exploitation a gap is nothing an empty space in your mind defined by age fill the space defined by age.

Zero Again

The end of the line where zero's the sign a hole in the mind deaf dumb and blind nothing to cry not even an eye zero again the end of no end a vacant space lacks a familiar face an unknown face finds a vacant space the memory killed by a hole soon filled zero again there remain no remains death has begun and jesus loves no-one.

Bubble

You have a bubble of hope you live inside you're surrounded by tokens and symbols of hope it's your choice ok but I won't follow smug in your bubble of hope pop goes the bubble the rubber bubble of hope choke on hope I'll shrivel outside de-hydrated pride seeps from a glue bag society's glue bag smothers.

Death Church lyrics

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.

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.

Poppies 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, 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.

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.

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.

What's the 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 jugulars, 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.

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 law.

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