01. man-o-war

Drift all you like
From ocean to ocean
Search the whole wide world
But drunken confessions
And hijacked affairs
Just make you more alone
If you come home
I'll bake you a cake
Made of all their eyes
I wish you could see me
Dressed for the kill
You're my man of war
You're my man of war

The worms will come for you

So unplug the phone
Stop all the taps
It all comes flooding back
From poison clouds to poisoned dwarf
You're my man-o-war
You're my man-o-war
The worms will come for you
Big boots
For you
Big boots

Here it comes
Here it comes
I can feel the hills exploding
Exploding gracefully
Burning up the freeway
Here it comes

Grass is green at the edge of the bubble
Beautiful kids in beautiful trouble
Well, it all seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby burn

Fast dies younger burns rubber
Useless rockers from england
Good times, had by all
Just swallow your guilt and your conscience
Blue and white birds stop and hide on the pedal
Interstate five walk straight down the middle

And it seems to fall out of the sky and come down on you
Oh baby burn

instrumental
 

Don't forget that you are our son
Now go back to bed
We just know that you'll do well
You won't come to harm
Death to all who stand in your way
Wake, my dear

Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday
Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no'one's listing anyway
Just trying to bribe me
And if it's alright, then what are we doing here?
And if it's alright
This place is gassed by fear
And if it's alright, I'll tell you
'Cause you'll never understand
And if it's alright, I'll beg you,
'Cause I'm a begging kind of man
Today i wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
But no-one's looking anyway
I hope they miss me

shake hands
genocide
molasses
jet-powered caravans
molasses
i'm too good
you're stuck on
rent free earthquake zone
molasses
i need someone else's glasses
starving waitresses in plasters
fat houseflies
genocide
we've been stitched up
molasses

Morning bell
Morning bell
Not another encounter
Release me
Release me

You can keep the furniture
A bump on the head
Howling(?) down the chimney
Release me
Release me
Please....
Release me
Release me

Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
Clothes are all with the furniture
Now I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around around around around around...

Cut the kids in half

The lights are on but nobody's home
Everybody wants to be a
The lights are on but nobody's home
Nobody wants to be a slave
Walking walking walking walking...

The lights are on but nobody's home
Everybody wants to be a
Everyone wants to be a friend
Nobody wants to be a slave
Walking walking walking walking...

Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies

I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

Early version has a second verse:
Beautiful angel
Pulled apart at birth
Limbless and helpless
I can't even recognize you

I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

faith your driving me away
you do it everyday
you don't mean it but it hurts like hell
my brain says im receiving pain
a lack of oxygen from my life support
my iron lung.

weRe too young to fall asleep
too cynical to speak
we are loosing it can't you tell?
we scratch our eternal itch
our twentieth century bitch and we are grateful for our
iron lung.

suck suck your teenage thumb
toilet trained anddumb
(when the power runs out we'll just humm)
this this is our new song
just like the last one
a total w.a.s.t.e. of time.

my iron lung.

the mongrel cat came home
holding half a head
proceeded to show it off
to all his new found friends
he said i been where i liked
i slept with who i like
she ate me up for breakfast
she screwed me in a vice
but now
i don't know why
i feel so tongue-tied
i sat in the cupboard
and wrote it down real neat
they were cheering and waving
cheering and waving
twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
but it got edited fucked up
strangled beaten up
used in a photo in time magazine
buried in a burning black hole in devon
i don’t know why i
feel so tongue-tied
don’t know why
i feel
so skinned alive.
my thoughts are misguided and a little naive
i twitch and i salivate like with myxomatosis
you should put me in a home or you should put me down
i got myxomatosis
i got myxomatosis
yeah no one likes a smart ass but we all like stars
but that wasn't my intention, i did it for a reason
it must have got mixed up
strangled beaten up
i got myxomatosis
i got myxomatosis
i don’t know why i
feel so tongue-tied