1.Jack The Ripper
Walking down the streets late at night
Night is crawling and something's here
I've seen him in my dreams
Oh no, jack the ripper
Every now and then my mother calls,
Running around disturbing growls
I've seen him, late at night Oh no..
Now my mother's dead and buried,
We found her bones everywhere
I've seen him late at night
Oh no Jack The Ripper
Walking down the streets late at night
Night is crawling and something's here
I've seen him in my dreams
Oh no, jack the ripper
2.Count In Fives
Count
Yeah I count in fives.
I do it everytime.
And If another number confronts me
I will cut you in half.
Irrespective of the subject
I will make it apply,
no matter what the object
I will count in fives,
just tell me the location
I will stand outside...
Oh yeah,
if you give me too many
I will multiply.
Force too many into my hand
and I will not comprehend.
Irrespective of the subject
I will make it apply,
no matter what the object
I will count in fives,
just tell me the location
I will stand outside...
Oh yeah,
another number confronts me
and I force it to divide.
The first time with someone holding my hand.
The second, me holding it out.
Irrespective of the subject
I will make it apply,
no matter what the object
I will count in fives,
just tell me the location
I will stand outside...
Tally tally.
Oh yeah,
if you try to deceive me
I fell it burn in my hand.
Now watch the numbers run to me
as I count them in fives
3.Draw Japan
Butcher the paper with a ravenous pen,
Carving out trees and scoring skin
Animals too placed in plastic cages,
carted around these filthy pages
I will draw Japan
Spectres holding sceptres with fingers thin,
empty vessels asserting,
We are still King,
we are still King
Black stuff running like nosebleed danger
Swarming towards the scource of the noise
I will draw Japan,
with fervent hands
Black cells depict a foreign land ,
I draw Japan
Sleeping city emits no sound,
in this compound
No beast awalks,
in this compound
No beast awalks,
in this compound
I will draw Japan
with a ravenous pen,
hungry for oil and iron and tin
To your left a concrete factory,
smoke billows, fists punch, Victory!
And my hands start shaking,
and Japan starts shaking
And I begin to draw out Japan,
in the shape of a man
Seen rushing through a market town,
through the compound
No beast awalks in this compound
No beast awalks in this compound
4.Gloves
Today I found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board so still
Yesterday a leather glove
from the slim hand of a woman
The next time I saw one it was lying
half frozen and twisted on the kerb..
and I...
Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets
The next time I saw one it stuck
inside my head and became all that I
could think about
I'll think twice before I pick it up this time
A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking I saw palms
and fingers grasping shoulders...
collarbone...crushing
I imagined myself hacking desperately
at a sea of appendages,
forward and right,
freeing myself like a butcher,
feeling the mash of bone
and sinew running slowly down the front of my body...
and I couldn't take it any more,
I said, I've got to go,
I've got to get out of here,
I've got to go,
and I ran down the street,
I've got to go,
I've got to get out of here,
I've got to go..
5.Excellent Choice
(Spoken)
Well I'm not trying to question your decision,
in my opinion you've made an excellent choice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind
In my head , well,
you're just fine excellent choice
(Spoken)
Now listen
Well I'm not trying to alter your opinion,
I'm so happy that you've finally found your voice
I don't want to put the doubt in your mind,
in my head... you're just fine
Excellent Choice
(Spoken)
6.Little Victories
I press your hand in mine however cautiously,
I keep a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
This Winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
The sickness has taken hold through violent,
blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread
is whispering insistent in my ear
My paranoia galvanised by your gaze, so austere
This Winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
I pinned your crest to my chest,
hoping it might start to look right
There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse
lying face down in some river
His hands used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning,
i am practically that boy
No strength to endure,
Ghostly insecure,
Pallid through lack of choice
This winter
So cold,
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers,
Creeping around your palm
It's hard, hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
7.She Is The New Thing
She's a special girl you know,
the kind I'd hope to see,
hanging on a wall,
watching me cross the street
I wonder how long it will be
before I'm sick of her,
and I no longer care
where she goes or has been,
because she's the new thing
She is the new thing
Another new thing
Feel my stomach sink and I curse my slow limbs
She is the new thing
another new thing
Staring at her, alterior girl
It started so slight
Once she had me on my knees,
enamoured with disease
Now, she fails to impress
A different sickness
A different kind of sickness,
lacking any interest
And I, sunk in apathy,
totally absorbed in me
Sitting vacant on my own,
my senses lying prone
She was the new thing
Another new thing
Another new thing
Another new thing
She is the new thing
Another new thing
Feel my stomach sink
and I curse my slow limbs
She is the new thing
another new thing
Staring at her, alterior girl
I cast myself into whatever she brings
Another new ...
With sickness,
it ends how it begins：
First mine then hers,
and then the cycle blurs
as my actions reoccur
through no fault of my own,
through no fault of my own
Another new thing
8.Sheena Is A Parasite
Sheena is a champion of self-reliance
As soon as she needs it
She knows just where the knife is.
Her fingers aren't so fast anymore,
It's been 29 years since she came to these shores
Sheena is a Parasite
Send her back to the sea they cried,
But Sheena spat bile til they let her lie.
She claims she's working for the Lord,
But you know what she's looking for.
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena's ambition sneers at your routine,
And behind that glass she sits, cold.
If Sheena was buried no one would care,
She hates everyone she knows (no one)
Sheena is a Parasite
Sheena is a Parasite,
Send her back across the sea
9.Thunderclaps
Watch them speak in thunderclaps
No one more or much as Jack
It's a knock 'em dead show：
Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone
One more for the slaughterhouse
CHANT
Force from the butcher, machine-like
One mighty hand at shoulder height
Feet tread heavy on black floor,
Look at the breadth of those fingers
One more for the Chopping board
CHANT
Cast me in this violent light,
Pull my hands from my eyes
CHANT
Thunderclaps fly through low-light
Jack sits amongst them in the sky
There's no place here for me
tonight but Jack needs no invite
Lunging for the meat and prize Lunging with his roving eyes
CHANT
I'll do myself in,
I'll pick up this thing
I'll do myself in
10.Gil Sleeping
(Instrumental)
11.Train Roars
Outside a Train roars,
the clatter is deafening
Louder than everything,
drowns what you were saying
And the Boys get on the back of that train
Their clamour is deafening,
It is louder than everything
And they accept no warning
And me in my brilliant red shirt
And my shirt hangs open at the neck
The Train is always passing through
Male passengers turn their heads, following the passage
of a beautiful Ducchess
running from carriage to carriage
And it ploughs through the city,
and everyone rides the Train
It ploughs a primal instinct
to rail against better sense
The Train is always passing through
And me in my bloodstained shirt,
my body hangs open at the neck
It is always passing through, through me
12.Death At The Chapel(Bonus Track)
On a night of weddings he decides to change the setting,
And as he feels himself start to sicken,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Adjusts his goggles as the fog begins to thicken.
Under shadow of the chapel he saw Jimmy run for cover,
And pushing down on the accelerator,
Oh too late for Jimmy,
Ducking down as the young man flew over the bonnet.
With a heart as black as coffee he smashed into John and Betty,
Screaming, 'No one will ever love you!'
Too late for John and Betty,
And the realisation hit them like a fist,
Like this.
You know what's next for Eddie as he dives behind a pillar,
Looking back on his motorcycle,
Oh too late for Eddie.
Turning around to face the cackle behind him
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