LYRICS

(We don't have MP3's of all these songs yet, but if you see us live these are the words we're singing.)

DONT FUCK AROUND
(Lyrics written by the Pattern, a hardcore band from
Indianapolis in the 80's. Music by Coughs. Sung by James Flanagan)

Complain about weekends
When all you do is stand
While you listen to the rockingest of bands
All that boring standing still you call that fun

MURDER MOST FOUL
(sung By Seth Sher)

certain freedoms will be sacrificed
protestors will be shot on sight
or be disposed off by the secret police
that's what you get when you side with the middle east

every christin who kills a moslem
will go to heaven
every mosque that we burn down
will become new holy ground

ALEXANDRA COURT
(Lyrics by Yvonne Lake, Sung by James Flanagan
for information on the works of Yvonne Lake, email [email protected])

They grope along the walls with antennae,
roaches crawling out from door-frames,
towards the steel lift, like a meat fridge,
into top-shelf fantasy Friday nights.

No oiled-torsoed gods adorn the walls,
a mirror hangs to encourage grooming,
sheets, thinly disguised as satin,
a monkey-cage with a climbing-frame tree.

They remind me of Lizzy's frock, the frills,
a yapping dame in clown-size heels,
spewing contempt on me, play-room refugee,
while mother's dried-up breasts fed the factory.

Gossamer hair made me Gabriel,
red-cheeked, arms spread wide with cotton wings,
the crowd as good-humoured as cackling hags
at the scaffold, waiting for the rope to snag.

Tough critics swarm at nativity -
they know the story, they've seen the show before:
the angel fades before their eyes
and becomes a present-day bottle-blonde whore.

In a pink hostel room, like the mouth of a nurse,
her reassurance attempting to drown
the screams of the finger-marks on the walls
where inmates grasped as she swallowed them down,

"I'll stitch your face into a big dumb smile,
stuff you with pills, glue on new button eyes,
you can be like me too,
if you tie your worries up to a balloon
and wave bye-bye, as they float to the sky -
if it should burst? Well, never mind,
do what I do; take a scalpel, a knife
and start hacking away at motherfuckers like you."

YOU MEAN CRAYON
(sung by Seth Sher)

when the red baloon pops
the other shoe drops
the doves come home to roost
you tie your presents with a noose
like death on an encycopedia
a present from my ma
you've got a few good years left

when the music all sounds the same
and you're deeply sorry you came
you came way too soon
you paint yourself like a ruin
you stick your face in a phone
and maybe they'll leave you alone
you've got a few good years left

DEAD IDEALISTS

(sung by Anya Destructo)

All around me the floor is covered with dead idealists
They wanted to change the world
they wanted everything to get better
They wanted a revolution
they waited for it like it was heaven
they waited for orders from Che Guevara and Mao tse tung
and Trotsky and Stalin
and they're still waiting
and they're bored because they're dead
dead idealists

WIN

(sung by Jon Ziemba)

american cheese and fig newtons
I'm starving myself fat
what else can you afford
when you're feeding five children with food stamps
choke myself with a thumb piano
eat all my ulcers
play my failures with a phonygraph
climb down the ladder

everyone is winning but me

I hope I get this raise
I could use that extra 25 cents
I hope the boss likes me
so I can keep my tips
it's a sin to live in a bin
but that's where you put me
eating up my sorrows
like they were bars of gold

everyone is winning but me

JUST MARRRIED

(sung By Jon Ziemba)

I'm going to slap your face
then I'll slap your ass
and call you honey

I'm gonna break your jaw
and break your hymen
and always remember your birthday
when you call the cops
I'll be sure and tell them
It was a verbal disagreement
you guy's have girlfriends, right man?

I'm the wind beneath your wings
the chains on your feet
the rapist in your house

I'm the breadwinner
I put the food on the table
and I treat my wife and kids any way I please
This my fucking house
so mind your own buisness
and when you call the cops
I'll be sure to tell them
spare the rod and spoil the child
you guys have kids, right, man?

COMPANY TOWN

(sung By James Flanagan)

company town
company town
exxon
viacom
time warner
I.B.M.
You've got the right to spend
and the right to pretend
everything you love
isn't already gone

company town
company town
commonwealth edison
british petroleum

Hand me down flip flops
hand me down socks
hand me down drug dealers
hand me down crack rocks

SWEETHEARTS

(Sung by Anya Destructo)

I love you today.
only today.
It's Valentines day.

SPARTACUS

(Sung by Anya Destructo)

You collect records
piles of shiny black disks
they're only plates
for you to stuff your face
you collect fliers
hundreds of numbers and dates
they're only mirrors
that don't reflect your face
You hate politics
to scared to get involved
so stay in your leather womb
and drink alchohol

MY MINIMUM WAGE

(Sung by Anya Destructo)

you can't afford to freeze
you can't afford electricity
you can't afford shelter
you can't afford to eat
with your minimum wage

you can't afford to get drunk
you can't afford to get sick
you can't afford to get out
you can't afford not to resist
with your minimum wage

we'll pay them back
we'll pay them back
we'll pay them back
we'll pay them back

FUNNY MASKS

(sung By Jon Ziemba)

his identity in patches - she heals his mask
takes him home to foreign lands
all those stories, so many songs
about suffering, kisses and love
a gaff is a gaff - i promise i won't laugh
a common disease, a birthday suit - repress yourself baby, just pillage and loot