1.Dead Or Alive
Sooner or later she said she'd be my friend
Honest and faithful till the very end
Well enough of that i'm tired of hearing it anyway
She turns and smiles says goodbye in her inimical way
Happy to see her in the back of a magazine
Lying there nude sporting that stupid grin
So get on with it straight on and porno bound
Just leave me out of it i'm not proud
It would have taken you a long long time
Happy to see her in the back of a limousine
Laughing and crying at everything she'd seen
Well enough of that she should have known better anyway
When i told her what i'd seen she was so ashamed
It would have taken me a long long time
The a year from monday everything i said came true
That's when the d.a. called me he said dead or alive for you
They found her
Dead or alive
I want you dead or alive she said
2.Strange Times In Casablanca
Strange times in casablanca when people pull down their shades
And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why
We were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors
Like companions have pets they sleep in each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed in each other's nests and make a mess of each other's
snares
Strange times in casablanca
Strange times
They make some striking couples
They make some frustration of the call
And only those who are satisfied by friendship would even pay
Attention to it all
It comes like mail or telegrams
It comes expectant as a widow in heat as a widow in the searing
heat
And that contentment of depression that delivers most of the
time
But cannot help the styling of the horns in the shape of
gargoyle
Broken prints savage fingers
Undertaken catamaran
Strange times in casablanca
We've turned our back on it once before
And we can hear from across the waters what damage it will cause
us
And you can smash once more
And they can smash once more
But i don't think anybody wants to smash anymore
3.Fighter Pilot
Fighter pilot you're losing the war again
When will you ever learn
Fighter pilot you're making a big mistake and setting a bad
example
Fighter pilot tell me about your life and are the children well
Fighter pilot what do you do with yourself at night
When will you ever learn
Fighter pilot it's a summer of thunderstorms
The sky is black and blue you're a hero now
But you're a terrible man fighter pilot
Bandits here bandits there angels at ten o'clock
You're going down
Fighter pilot you're never coming in to land
4.Wilson Joliet
She was so afraid of everything she said
Since her mother told her why once upon a time
There was no rhyme
Before the clock slammed another door
Of the weary hours we were facing a second hand shylock
Shylocked in, in on us
I saw what it had taken
Playing back that old brigade of mine
Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
Everything was dirty, everything was without rhyme
Cause me and nigger marched
Yes, me and nigger blasted our way out
Of here just like yesterday
Yesterday's streets were burnt down into shells
Mothers weep while children sleep
Like ancestors in the ground
The misery of nuns lie together like sons
Who do not have the taste for the battle
We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of night
Like lovers below bataan, below the senses
Cause the senses smell of tears
While we and nigger marched
Blasted our way out of here
Close the door and let's have some private life
5.Streets Of Laredo
the cowboy's lament or streets of laredo (1876)
By francis henry maynard
As i walked out in the streets of laredo,
As i walked out in laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.
'o beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly;
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o're me,
For i'm a young cowboy and i know i done wrong.'
'i see by your outfit that your are a cowboy.'
These words he did say as i boldly stepped by.
'come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I'm shot in the breast and i know i must die.'
'my friends and relations they live in the nation：
They know not where their dear boy has gone.
I first came to texas and hired to a ranchman,
O i'm a young cowboy and i know i've done wrong.'
'it was once in the saddle i used to go dashing：
It was once in the saddle i used to go gay.
First to the dram house and then to the card house,
Got shot in the breast and i'm dying today.'
'get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song.
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Put roses to deaden the cods as they fall.'
'go gather around you a group of young cowboys,
And tell them the story of this my sad fate.
Tell one and the other before they go further,
To stop their wild roving before it's too late.'
'go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water
To cool my parched lips,' the young cowboy said.
Before i returned the spirit had left him
And gone to its maker--the cowboy was dead.
We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along.
For awe all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong.
6.Honi Soit
7.Riverbank
All along the riverbank nobody seems to know
They heard nothing, saw even less of the hunger in their souls
Safety first or safety last i wish i could have helped
Those poor unfortunate widows standing waiting for their sailor
boys
Madame nhu, yes madame knew
Down they came to look around that riverbank
For names or numbers or anything they could find written there
On the wall
Cause somebody seemed to know but no one was prepared to tell
Anything they'd learnt to love about long ago
And the cold people getting colder
Like babysitters in their graves
Satisfying heretic vicars passing on
Send them running on ahead picking up the wendy trash instead
Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures
Crawling back inside of you
All along the riverbank nobody will ever know
What fools and their monies sailors and their honeys
Got stung one evening there
Cause the stones around their necks are the stones on the
riverbank
8.Russian Roulette
9.Magic ＆ Lies
Look at that old man with the broken shoes
He could tell you stories he knows how to lose
Look at that sweet thing packaged so tight
She does things her own way, knows the wrong from right
But there's one big difference now she does anything she wants
And every night is midnight as they come to take her through the
door
Of suffering as it is her own way out no matter how she feels
Her day is
Can you see madame breaking all the rules
She does things her own way, she's nobody's fool
Yes, she finds things easier now she does everything she says
They climb up on her doorstep and rock around the clock tonight
And rock around again in spite of everything she'd done she is
forgotten
Look at that young man with the tired eyes
He believes in magic, he believes in lies
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