DEATH IN JUNE   1983
The Guilty Have No Pride

1. State Laughter
THE BERLIN WALL

Living in my memory
Faint footsteps call
It seems
Where the shadows wait
And the red tears seep
From the holes in the wall
From the holes in the wall

Our distant youth
Like flowers bloom
State laughter
For all of you
But, the petals fall
The petals fall

Though now the storm has passed
I lie beneath this cold grey earth
But, my screams are silent
Only silent
Take it away
Take it away, take it away

Living in my memory
Faint footsteps call
It seems
Where the shadows wait
and the red tears seep
From the holes in the wall
From the holes in the wall

Those footsteps
I do hear
And in anguish wait
For release
A hand to take
From this cold grey earth
Take it away
Take it away, take it away, take it away.




2. Heaven Street (mk ii)
THE HALL LEADING TO THE GAS CHAMBERS IN WWII CONCENTRATION CAMPS

Take a walk down Heaven Street
The soil is soft and the air smells sweet
Paul is waiting there
And so is Franz
Now only memories run on railway tracks.

Waiting feet frozen to the ground
The earth exploding with the gas of bodies
Rifle butts
To crush you down
Now only flowers
To idolize.


3. All Alone in Her Nirvana
IRONY OF SOLITUDE

All Alone in a concrete cell
All alone in a life-long hell
Terrified by the front-door bell
Always bored by the soft cell

She is too scared to go out
She�d crack up if the lights went out
And there�s this man who has been hanging about
I wish they wouldn�t let the �mentals� out


4. Nation

Instrumental



5. In the Night Time
SENSATIONALISM, CORRUPTING SOCIETY

In your eyes
Is the truth
Slip your head into the noose.
Okay?

There you lay
In your bed
I'll put an axe through your head.
Ecstasy?

As you smile
I'll thrust the knife
Into your paper bag
A new one, every night.
Another book on sale today
Killed 10 whores
With a food mixer
Hooray?

Books and films
Promote the scheme
That woman are only bred to be raped
Hear the screams on the screen.

She lays spread eagled
In the dark
Bound in gagged
Just a sound - a beating heart!

He's the King
Mounting his throne
But, in truth a nobody
All alone

There's money to be made
From murder and sex slaves
Read the papers
Today?

Hitler made a bomb
From those now gone
To the open graves
Of yesterday.
In the night time....



6. We Drive East
NAZIS PUSH INTO RUSSIA

A woman weeps -- Workers, soldiers
Flesh hangs in the trees -- Agitators
Men die for a cause -- Marching to the incinerator
The kids and their sweets -- Now we pay our debts
To die on the Steppes
Carry the banner -- We paid in blood
Carry the banner high -- We paid in blood
Carry your banner -- Let loose from the leash
Forward to the skies -- To hunt the Bolshevik beast
The hangman waits -- We paid in blood
A noose for you -- We paid in blood
For those who repent
We wait there too
For a free Europe
We drive East.....
We drive East....



7. Holy Water
Vocals: Tony Wakeford
CORRUPTION OF RELIGION, NAMELY THE CATHOLIC CHURCH

For you it�s very easy
For you to spread the blame
For you it�s very easy
It�s done in another�s name

Holy water burns like acid
Incense subdues the sheep
You�re as clean as a Virgin Mary
From your mouth the poison seeps

All you seek are confessions
Like you were a god
Give them rosary beads to the Irish
Give them tambourines to the Wogs
You�re crippled by guilt like a lame dog
She can�t control her own body
She must give it to God, to God


8. Heaven Street

See Track 2



9. The Guilty Have No Pride

Instrumental



10. Till the Living Flesh is Burned
BETRAYEL OF SA SOLDIERS BY HITLER'S SS

From the back street
From the gutter
Hear the sound of
Guns a stutter

From dark days
From decline
Marching men
Stand in line

Soon to die
And be betrayed
Soon to die
In shallow graves

Follow your nose and smell
The profits of all
In the teeth of life you die
In the jaws of death you live

Believers of the new past
Were shown his true face
The once proud brownshirt now stained by
Engineers by blood, faith and race




11. Nothing Changes

Nothing changes, it only gets worse
Nothing changes, waiting for a hearse
There is no hope against the hoax
The pressure�s building and I just can�t cope

Nothing changes, it only gets worse
Nothing changes, waiting for a hearse
There is no hope escape the hoax
And we�re the punch line to explain the joke








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