Land of treason-waste no reason-we are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs-we're enemies of men-no we are
not desired
Our faces show-we've grown cold-but have not
conspired
Old hearts gone-the suture's on-mother nations mired
I like a receptacle for the chosen dead, we find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death, we find that we are not so very awed
Loyalties burned-the words are blurred-overturn your own
Walk the dogs and watch the doors-have your other stone
Stop the toys that march disorder-calculate your thrones
Feel the pulse descending-decaying hallowed tomes
In the starving sense you worship-the nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage-that you've never even seen
The time is now-the vicious here-a stolen dinner code
The license of the savage land-that you've always sold
So bite the hand that needs you and bless another coal
The virus never issues-from a cotton so very old
As the lights come down and the guilty blaze; another sort of
road
You wash your hands and start to climb the ladder that you stole
Slip the latch-and spin the sword-the money lords are poor
Push the tank that rolls downhill-their sense of dream absorbed
Still the cat that breaks the night-tie him to the core
Chase the virtues that believe-that what's right is scored
It's a senseless cash in of right for right-what's wrong is never gone
And left is just a bastion for the fools golden dawn
-MEDIA BLITZ-
I've got television
I've got supervision
No decisions for you
Media blitz-media blitz
immediate hits we rule
Don' steal your eyes off the TV screen
Can you realize we're what we've seen
Take an injection from the mad machine
Don't read the papers read between the lines
We're vision rapers and we seed the signs
You'll play your part in the master mind
We feed the science
We deal in riots
We play by ideal time
We're a gov'ment fix
All social convicts
Watch the idle rhymes
Chorus
Bleed your heart out-that's all it's worth
Before you ever start-we planned it first
Forget the truth-accept your curse
*all lyrics by Darby Crash
Beneath the bebop moon
I want to croon, with you
Beneath the Mambo Sun
I got to be the one, with you.
My life's a shadowless horse
If I can't get across, to you
In the alligator rain
My heart's all pain, for you.
Girl you're good
And I've got wild knees, for you
On a mountain range
I'm Dr. Strange, for you.
Upon a savage lake
Make no mistake, I love you
I got a powder-keg leg
And my wig's all pooped, for you
With my hat in my hand
I'm a hungry man, for you
I got stars in my beard
And I feel real weird, for you.
Beneath the bebop moon
I'm howling like a loon, for you.
Beneath the mambo sun
I've got to be the one, for you.
*lyrics by Marc Bolan
TV invents a disease
You think you have
So you buy our drugs
And soon you depend on them
Pain is in your mind
Gotcha comin' back for more
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you off
Doctor says you need surgery now
Feelin' good 'til the side effects
Fuck up something else
You're ensnared by the medicine man
Paying up the ass
Again and again
Gonna rip you off
Trust your mechanic to mend your car
Bring it in to his garage
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
One things fixed, another falls apart
And the rich eat you
A magazine says your face don't look
quite right
Unless you wear our brand new wonder
creme tonight
Never look right again
Unless you grease your skin
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off
Told you're depressed
So of course you see the psychiatrist
Right when you hit your neuroses' roots
He confuses you
He fucks your head up worse
Gotcha feelin' helpless
You're comin' back for more
Again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you off
Trust your mechanic
To make you well
You're seeing awful lot of him now
The quicker he makes your life fall apart
The more money you put in his pockets
Trust your mechanic
To plug your holes
Trust him to make more
Somewhere else
Trust your mechanic
He'll always come through
And rip you off
*lyrics by Jello Biafra