1.Scythe
In the mean time
While they live below their means
In the crooked mansion on the hill
The deal goes down
A new raw deal from the deck of the overripe
No!
They're reaping what you sow
Let go!
Know your foe
Don't let the wicked get no rest
Level your scythe at the crest
Choose your side and reap what you have sown
Take your side and reap what you have sown
Choose your side and reap what you have sown
Take your scythe
2.King Of The World Of Ideas
Masochistic at night and omnipotent by day
The tyrannical child king of a neutral country
Whose arsenal only serves to palliate
The brigades who stand firm by a frontier of glass
Whose court ball consists of threefold blindfold
Dewlap dancers who rave by their sacrificial strass
All contributions gratefully retrieved
They don't have to be seen to be believed
The walls of this palace are paper thin
Get close enough to write and you'll listen in
But there's bugs on the walls
Planted from within
King of the world
Suicidal god of his own microcosmos
Where all black holes are filled
And no bangs are big
'Cept the one that brought him there
That pushes him away
King of the world of ideas
It all goes by so fast
Nothing that slips past
And if it does slow down
Stars would gather 'round and vaporise the ground
His body will be noise
And his mind be sound
3.Two Sides Of A Sore
I've clipped the fins right off my goldfish new
He'll be better off at the bottom of the bowl
Down in this hole
As earthbound as the bird inside your cage
Or the dolls of wax inside my soul
I am the mole
You scorch my skin with the wax off your wings
How much longer？ How much longer？
How high can you fly before....？
Excelsior!
Two sides of a sore
Two sides of a sore
Standing in the shower trying to scrub off all the dirt
But it's no use to wipe my ass or scrub until it hurts
It makes it worse
Cause in the outside world the shit still sticks
No matter if you're getting kicked or getting your kicks
The shit still sticks
You scorch my skin with the wax off your wings
How much longer？ How much longer？
How high can you fly before....？
Excelsior!
Two sides of a sore
Two sides of a sore
We're different sides of the same sore
We're different sides of the same sore
We're different sides of the same sore
We're different sides of the same sore
4.Xstatic
You make me feel unreal
You're hallucinatory
I'm insatiable
You make me nauseous and hot
You're inflammatory
I'm inflammable
I don't want another love match
But you gave me an itch I can't scratch
You make me believe I can fly from the 11th storey
So tell me, can I call this love？
Or call it ecstasy？
What's happening to me？
Stir up my blood
Fuck reality
Render me xstatic
Teach me how to see by giving me shades
Help me reverse the laws of gravity
Render me xstatic
Help me change my mind
And cut off any braids
Cut off my braids
Release me
Increase me
Xstatic
Little hands beat as hard as my heart
Except when I miss you
And I'm down and out
Over and over I hit the floor
Wishing to kiss you
It's the same old pout
You got me hooked from the start
And you tore right into my heart
Now I'm free to do what I want
As long as I'm with you
5.People's Problems
I'm so tired of people's problems, said Claudia to Jean
I'm gonna move if it don't change soon
This negativity is killing the scene
And if it's all but falling apart before our eyes
And it's far too late to change the rumours and lies
All the lies
We both know what's said and done
And how long it's been since it was real fun
Will you promise not to talk about me when I'm gone
Promise not to talk
6.Hurrah For The Filth!
Quiet twilight side street, Amsterdam
Suddenly a lonesome engine drone
The boys with the blue lights want out in the red
They long to hear the sirens turn them on
Undercover
With their truncheons of steel
They wanna cop a feel
They fuck the order
Fuck the law
With their facist retribution
Fuck the order
Fuck the law
And their facist retribution
Fucking pigs
Cruising for a bruising of the pain
Handcuffed to the strong arm of the law
But there's no need to be alarmed
The tinted windows kept them from
The grieving's bodily harm
GBH
When the guns are fired and the smoke has blown
All the rockers will have to roll home
And hopefully the heat won't be so hot
As to get out and get another shot
In the strong arm of the law
7.Sam The Dancing Bear
Have you seen the tame old black bear
Dancing among the cows
I keep my claws drawn in
But I could never be their friend
I couldn't
Dance!
When I tell you
Step!
They all came here for you
And when the day is done
Into the yard she'd run
For a shower under golden stars
With the fire horse
Then back to her booth
A little unclean, a little uncouth
Dance!
And don't forget to pose
Step!
Here's a poker for your nose
This is the way
This is the motion
Come with me
Let's fake devotion
She used to do it every night
To hold on
A dancing bear among the cows
I didn't mean to strike her
It was just instinct
But when he unleashed her, she just couldn't dance
She couldn't
Dance!
I'm dancing like a crane
Step!
Shuffle, ball and chain
This is the way
This is the motion
Come with me
Let's fake devotion
She used to do it every night
So hold on
Hold on
The final penalizer：
A three-way mouthwash tizer
Hold on, hold on
8.You Should Be On Fat
My balls they itch, and I'm too fat to scratch
Aw man, ain't life a bitch, with a fat moustache
Tickles my scrotum, but it won't make me cum
No, it won't make me spray, but it won't go away
I can't change my underwear, dunno what I'd find down there
Maybe dickcheese, maybe poo, and if it's cheese, it's blue
I would like to feel my dong, but my arms are not that long
And my foreskin is too snug for that wiener-finger hug
You should be on fat
You should be on fat
They keep telling me
You should be on fat
My balls they itch, and I'm too fat to scratch
Could be the crabs that hatch down in my pubic thatch
No, I know it's no creep, cause it would have to sleep
And it's jock around the clock and it's spreading to my....
I don't wanna see the doc cause it's too embarrassing
I would have to spill the beans and tell him everything
On a search for navel lint under all that fat
I'd lift, I'd clench, I'd squint, and pulled out a wooly hat
I should be on fat
9.Nightmare On Sesame St
They're lying on Sesame Street
She's watching the moon shine
Like a razor in the corner of her eye
As if from afar
As she tears down the last star
And thinks of what mommy says
About boys and broken promises
But he doesn't have that propensity
He's full of passionate intensity
He's full of himself and so is she
Open sesame
The gyre is complete
The centre cannot hold
Things fall apart
To dirt what was gold
Nightmare on Sesame Street
The gyre is complete
The centre cannot hold
Things fall apart
To dirt what was gold
Nightmare on Sesame Street
Who's dragging his feet
Slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
The man in the moon bares his fangs
Polishing his horn for the final burst
Who's dragging his feet
Slouching to Bethlehem to be born
He's as red as a sheet
She's as white as meat
Open sesame
The gyre is complete
The centre cannot hold
Things fall apart
To dirt what was gold
Nightmare on Sesame Street
The gyre is complete
The centre cannot hold
Things fall apart
To dirt what was gold
Nightmare on Sesame Street
She's a big bird now
She's a big bird now
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