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Searching for sunlight, there in your room.
Trolling for one light, there in the gloom
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.

All things are nothing, there in your tomb
All things are nothing, assured is your doom.
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.

She sang like an angel
To the chattering plates
But your pimp and your pusher
You both thought were great
Well, you earned enough money
To pay for your stuff
It's great having brown skin
It doesn't show up

Are you angry in the morning? Are you angry in the night?
Are you always ready with violence to fight?
Well that anger is an illness that will take you away
It’s a never-ending tragedy and it runs from day to day.
If you’re angry. Are you angry?
You shove me I’ll hit you won’t let you get away
You cut your car in front of mine I’ll make you rue the day
You’re different from me so you I’ll have to hit

Those autumn leaves go past my window.
Those autumn leaves of red and gold.

I see your lips those summer kisses,
Those sunburned hands I used to hold.

Since you went away the nights grow long,
And soon I'll yearn old winter's song

Banging In The Nails
The Tiger Lillies
I'm crucifying Jesus, banging in the nails,
And I am so happy, because old Jesus failed.
I'm crucifying Jesus, nail him to the cross,
The poor old bastard bleeds to death and I don't give a toss.

I'm bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,

beat me till I'm black, beat me till I'm blue,
I will love you.
beat me till I cry, beat me till I die,
I will love you.
and burn my house to the ground,
I will not make a sound.
beat me till I bleed, beat me, yes indeed,
I will love you.

The boatman sits on his boat by the river
Try as he might, he cannot forgive her
As he watches the corpse turning blue
He laughs

The boatman he sits on his boat by the river
Another grey corpse he pulls out before dinner
Another sad life, another sad time

Well as he’d often done before
My neighbour from next door
One fine summer’s day went out
To the shops to walk about

And as he found it hot poor fella
He took with him his green umbrella
When Edward noisy little wag

Goodbye, English Rose

You hit that concrete pillar hard
You knew you could not win
And shards of glass have pierced
Your organs and your skin
Your arteries, your arteries, your arteries were slashed
Well I suppose we've all got to die sometime

When you ask these questions
They don't make any sense
You have no way to answer
You have no defence

It's all a sad charade
It all means not a thing
The fear the strife the worry

The lion he has got false teeth,
the fire eater is a cheat
the exotic dancer is antique.

The high-wire artist smashed his nose,
the dancing bears got gangrened toes,
& all the artists need new clothes.

In the red Chicago sunset
I could smell his rotting bones
I could smell greed and corruption
The old corpses gently moan
In the red Chicago sunset
The cars they gently drone
While in cement foundations
Lie the victims now unknown

My whole life it is misery
My whole life it is grief
The face-paint it just hides my soul
My life is a deceit

My makeup lies redundant now
Between my canvas walls
The lip rouge and the face-paint

There's nothing like a good cough
To spread this disease
I sneak up behind old people
I do it with ease
Then I cough my guts out
Cover them with phlegm
Well that Covid-19 it's all over them
Over them I cough

And so your life's been a success
And you have pleasure in excess
Don't worry it will all end soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
And so your future's looking bright
And you've reached the giddy heights
Don't worry it will soon end
It is all shallow and pretend

And so your life's been a success
And you have pleasure in excess
Don't worry it will all end soon
The crack of doom is coming soon
And so your future's looking bright
And you've reached the giddy heights
Don't worry it will soon end
It is all shallow and pretend

there's crap on the records, there's crap on CD,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
this crap makes me angry, this crap makes me sad,
cause this crap, yes this crap, yes this crap is so bad.
yes this crap (X19) this crap (X 19)
crap on the television, crap on TV,
it's got to be crap, it's an industry.
well this crap is a sickness, this crap's a disease,

The clowns are jumping in and out
They laugh, they scream, they jump and shout
The audience think they are so brave
to stand up there and misbehave

Escapism that's what we need
You are too miserable indeed
We came to be entertained

My mother was a prostitute
My father was a thief
My auntie ran a brothel
It gave cheap relief
Crime, crime
Crime doesn't pay

And my sister worked in peep shows

You look in the mirror
You’re all skin and bone
You’re gonna die soon
I thought I should phone

Your stomach is bulging
And cannot take food
I think that their methods are

We could have danced all night into the morning light in that cheap penny arcade

We could have danced all night into the morning light in that cheap penny arcade

But fate is cruel sometimes, Fate is so unkind in the games that it plays

So now I stand beside your graveside and I cry everyday

A thousand candles burning, far as the eye can see
A hundred figures stooped to light them endlessly
The wind like the Grim-reaper, blows the flames away
Just like our lives are blown out every moment
Dead souls day

The old lady, in plot 43
The pimps and politicians all drowned now in death sea

Well, the tree it does whither
You're hands like peaches grow old
Your back bends like a willow
With nobody left now to hold

Your dreams, hopes, aspirations
Have all turned to dust
You've nobody left now to talk to

He depends upon you, baby,
you are the one he loves,
your well-manicured hand
will to him ruin shove.

He depends upon you, baby,
he depends upon you, baby.

They play on you like you’re a pipe
They play on you their greed and spite
They play on you a fool they say
Any tune they choose to play
|:There's nothing right, there's nothing wrong
It's just a desolation song:|
They play on you a marionette
They control you all is set

Despite imagination being burnt and being blind
Despite your cries for mercy, well I smile and feel refined
Despite your allegories for love and hate and war
I will love you for reasons insecure
And despite your wish is contrary my motives are impure
My rushing to another banner to find a cure
And despite the alienation my morality's obscure
I will love you for reasons insecure

He isn't deceiving, that's twenty this evening,
he's starting to feel rather sick.
the cubicle door, well it opens again,
he never quite gets used to it.

and the drugs in his veins, they don't ease the pain,

he started at sixteen and he is nineteen now,

The act is good
They you love
But God forbid
They try a shove
Then all the hatred
It will spill out
Abusive will
Be the shout

You really think that innocence
Is just a word
When you smile at me it seems
So absurd

You’re so full of ambition
Pride and desire
If I told you it’s all meaningless

your legs ache,your back aches, you dribble down your chin.
your steps are like mountains and so you must begin,
to gasp and stagger, and dribble down your chin,
you dribble, you dribble, you dribble down your chin.
the faces, look at them, they all avert their eyes,
can't stomach, can't stomach, can't stomach your demise.
you gasp and you stagger, and dribble down your chin,
you dribble, you dribble, you dribble down your chin.

Raped a girl, stabbed her brother
Killed her father and her mother
Looking now, to rape another

Aliye in the morning

Burnt a church down, near the quay
Thrown some children out to sea

Lost my heart in the fairground the sad clown tries to smile
How quickly goes our innocence how swiftly were defiled
Lost my heart in the fairground when I saw the cheapest rides
Were the ones the crowds queue for the sad clown stands aside
The vulgar neon prostitutes they always win the day
How swiftly our innocence is swept away
Lost my heart in the fairground when I saw that it was crap
Well marketed and packaged that keeps them coming back

Fisheads in the gutters,
the whores are old and tired.
Sailors are tellin' tales,
sailors are all liars.
The fisheads are their only meal,
they lie in their stomachs and congeal.

Fisheads (fisheads),

its our little penthouse, we call it our own,
it's got lots of features, a gold plated phone
and it's all that we've got to lower the tone
at five o'clock in the morning.
it's cock up and shut up, it's right and it's wrong,
it's see you tomorrow, be weak or be strong,
it's hit or be hit, you know I don't care, it's five o'clock in the morning.
the red ,white and blue, it's such a bore,

Forever we will be together beyond the grave
In our grave we’ll lie side by side through hate and pride we will die
Forever we will be together beyond the grave
Though my hate for you it grows there is no place I can go
Forever we will be together beyond the grave
Each thought and feeling that you feel makes me anguished want to squeal
Forever we will be together beyond the grave
Each habit, predilection, twitch wants me to call you a fucking bitch

Albino dwarfs & dancing bears & midgets with full body hair
A girl who has a fishes tail, a boy the body of a snail
A man with the head of a bird, a girl who shits bricks as turds
Siamese twins joined at the head, a girl who though alive is dead
A man who bleeds through hands and eyes, a girl who has a donkeys thighs
This Freakshow is the best in town this Freakshow is the worst around.
A man who has no head or arms, a girl a dog sexually charms
They're animal eroticists, the sailors leer at them half pissed

To him, remarked his fiancee,
as he was set to go away,
"Whatever peril you are in
swear you won't resort to gin".

Once he arrived in regions far
he went to visit the bazaar.
Against the fearful native din

The Nationalists, the Socialists,
The Communists, the Capitalists
They all agree you don't exist
And they all watch as you slash your wrists

Gypsy lament, Gypsy lament
Gypsy lament, Gypsy lament

“Hello Doris, I’m just about to dry my hair”
You got hair on your knees, you got hair on your arms
You got hair on your brow, you got hair on your palms
You got hair on your fingertips and when you’re embalmed
You’ll have hair on your kidneys, they’ll be alarmed
Hairy man…
You’re hairy when you’re angry, you’re hairy when you’re calm
If you had a personality it would be a hairy charm

Haunting me
All you ever did was haunting me
With a shadow of a smile for a while

Haunting me
From the cradle to senility
Well, I shouldn't lie, should I
Sentimental violation of another child

I thought I'd be happy in heaven
I thought it would be swell
I thought I'd be happy in heaven
In fact I'm as unhappy as hell

The harps, they all bore me
St. Peter's jokes are a farce
The angels look down their noses

Climbing up the heavenly stairs
You know where you're going when you know where
You're going to hell
Yes, you're going to hell.

You're going down a hundred eighty degrees,
You can see when you can see
You're going to hell

People with cigarettes
Singers with violets
Some who have no regrets
In her room

Men with no hair
Girls in their underwear
Boys who are debonair

I’ll piss in the eye of your Saviour
I’ll piss in the eye of your Queen
And I’ll piss in the eye of all that you cherish
And I’ll piss everywhere that is clean

I’ll piss in the eye of your glorious future
I’ll piss in all of your dreams
I’ll piss in the eye of all that you dreamed of

Jimmy was just coming out of school
When the drug-dealer came
Give me some of that heroin
Some of that cocaine

Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine
Heroin, heroin and cocaine

I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals

Think of you often in silk and in rags
Think of you laughing and feeling so sad
Think of your life I think of your time
Think of you aching and feeling devine
If you knew if you knew
How I loved you
Think of you trying to cure your mistakes
The mother father you hate

Roald Dahl hides in the lamppost.
The lamppost that breaks the night,
Will there be a light from Jamie’s torch?
Will the battery’s so no to Jamie’s torch.?

Now Raul Dahl hides in the cellar.
In a cardboard box under the stairs.
He loves the cold and hates the working class.

Heinrich Hoffmann
(Die Geschichte von Hans Guck-in-die-Luft)
The Story of Johnny Look-in-the-Air

As he trudg'd along to school,
It was always Johnny's rule
To be looking at the sky
And the clouds that floated by;

I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha
I could have been a killer, ha-ha-ha-ha

I could've been a killer
Who thought that he was God
My victims all mere mortals

My dearest brother and friend
Your friendship I’ll have ‘til the end
Embolden me to ask a great favour of you
Forty florins I’m aware I still owe you
But alas make me so bold as to pray
You’ll lend me more money today
The lending song
The lending song

Six sons dead four sluts to feed
Sell those bitches for my needs
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch

A man works a man gets paid
Those four on their backs they lay
Life’s a bitch

Lobotomy! it’s gotta be! Lobotomy!

Lobotomy, lobotomy, the best thing you can have
You’ll never be depressed again you’ll never be sad
All your pain is cleansed, now let’s celebrate
I tell you how you’re gonna feel you’re gonna feel great

Lobotomy, lobotomy, you will have such fun

I’m a lonely schizophrenic I feel I’ve been abused
By everyone I’ve been with I feel that I’ve been used
Those voices these voices in my head they never stop
These voices in my head they never stop
I’m a lonely schizophrenic I’m friends with the Queen
All her lords and ladies and the Arsenal football team
Those voices those voices in my head they never stop
Those voices in my head they never stop

The best fruit is the forbidden
And love is the path to forgiving
That which you cannot attain
Sucks you to it like a drain
The love I feel it is so pure
I tell myself so I endure
I suffer pains which I can’t cure
If only I could love a whore

> recordings > Farmyard Filth >
track 7: Maggots (03:12)

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The maggots feed they feed on him
Well some they laugh and some give in

Alone with the man, the man in the moon
No one buys a match from the urchin
in the street
Though each sees she has no shoes
upon her feet
They ́ll cook and eat by their Christmas tree
Their children play with presents all warm
and happy

I'm just a fool who sits around
In a brothel in this town
I lick my lips each one I kiss
And then on each one I go down
I watch the days turn to a year
And as they pass it grows my fear
What have I done what have I done
But give the lust crazed boys their fun

He picks you up, in his car,
He opens every orifice and scar.
Maria, Maria

He cuts you down, in your prime
You will not wither or decline.
Maria, Maria

Masturbating Jimmy with his pot of Vaseline
In the toilet cistern with his porno magazines
Their pages stuck together from where he does spurt
And on his pot of Vaseline pubic hairs inert

Masturbating Jimmy ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Masturbating Jimmy ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Masturbating Jimmy ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

You are just meat to be consumed thought it would last now you are doomed
They’ll eat you up throw you away you’d better get ready that’s their way
You are just meat no value at all in the depths you will trawl
You devalue everything you cheapen the world when you sing
You are just meat in a gold lame dress your sweetness and smiles fail to impress
You challenge nothing no convention defile just sell the product and smile
You are just meat to be consumed

Don't marry them for love, my dear,
they're all just rotten swine,
and if they know you love 'em,
then they will rob you blind.
But if their bank account is fat,
and they're all fairly kind,
then that's a man, Polly dear,
to marry every time.

As the moon shines over Soho,
the thieves all settle down,
and a corpse is floating downstream,
well I wonder, how it drowned.
And the moon shines on a body
and that body oozes blood;
is it Macky, with his switchblade,
or is it an act of God?

My liver chokes, my kidney's bloat
There goes another year
Heads in pain, down the drain
Face the end with fear
Heart's been broke, downward slope
Mortuary is near
Can't delay the fateful day
The mortuary is near

Gm
Is the fear consuming
Cm
Every hope and fear
D
Do you climb each mountain
Gm
And know what it means

I’ve seen the meadows and the rain
I’ve seen the laughter and the pain
I’ve seen you smile I’ve seen you blue
I’ll mourn for you

I’ve seen the gravestone and the hearse
Seen your coffin in the earth
I stood and wondered what to do

Mummy my mummy my mummy's in a mental home

She was living in suburbia in a nice big house
All the bills were paid for the garden faced south
The carpet was a thick and shaggy pile
Neighbours drank her coffee were polite and smiled

Husband in insurance earned a tidy sum

How I worship murderers, cut-throats they are kings
I am just a thief on the floor my body flings
The lowest of the low, a common lowly thief
In this penitentiary the lowest meek and weak
The murderers they walk as kings arrogant and loud
I subjugate myself to them so virile, strong and proud
For in this prison I am the lowest of the low
The murderer when he walks by on the floor my body throws

My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile
With my heart

Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favourite work of art

Wake up every morning
Take a coffee down
Then it's in the tube train
In the rush hour to drown
Well, your wife she fucks a neighbour
And calls you a jerk
And when you find out you go berserk
You take a poker to her

Don’t
I said don’t
Marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man

Well don’t marry a man with a big cock

People all imagine
As they’re marching through the square
As they’re running for the Tube train
That could take them anywhere

Do you think and imagine
Where exactly that is
Will they kiss

The Pall bearers bear the body and the body it is light
The pall bearers bear the body its food for maggots tonight
The pall bearers bear the body and they bear them with grief
Though each one of them is a liar a vagabond and a cheat
The pall bearers bear the body and its real tears they cry
Though they're crying for themselves because they know they to will die
The pall bearer bear the body from the coal black hearse
They know each one of them bears the same gypsy curse

I’m a pervert I’m a pervert
I don’t give a damn
I’ll eat you for breakfast
I see through every sham

Well when your bones are bleached and broken
Maggots eat your flesh
Well you tell me that your life’s been

I murdered Mary,
with my stiletto heel,
I thrust it through her heart,
and laughed as she did squeal.
I murdered Joseph
in exactly the same way,
and after they buried Joseph,
I pissed upon his grave.

Punch and Judy
You see my foolishness and pride you see each good thing in me die
You see your baby see her cry
You see the evil in me breed you see the bad the bad seed
You see your baby see her bleed
You hear my heart numbing lies as each good thing in me dies
Hear your baby hear her cry
You see my evil eating you you see my evil breaking through

I take a car and my hand shakes
I walk a mile my body aches
I smile but no one smiles smiles at me
I am too old too old too old too old to see

And that’s how it goes quick and slow
Yeah that’s how it goes quick and slow

She worked in a brothel
From the age of 13
She never made much money
Her pimp her purse would clean
She worked in that brothel
And in that brothel she was raped
And the rapist had HIV
That's what I call a bad break

He's got to have a hobby
He's got to have a vice
It's just that his hobby
Well, it isn't very nice.

He tells you don't tell no-one
Or else you're gonna die
Scars them for a lifetime

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade
When Spring comes back with rustling shade.
I have a rendezvous with Death
And apple-blossoms fill the air
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand

Vomit stains mixed with blood
Someone somewhere is in love
Repulsion, repulsion

Epileptic's foaming mouth
Mental sickness burns you out
Repulsion, repulsion

Tattooed we dance the tango, in a melancholy way,
Bearded ladies, muscle men, freaks entering the affray.
Crowds come in from the suburbs to observe the perverse,
Jimmy the pick-pocket he's on the loose,
Mind out and watch your purse.

Frankie the brain damaged boxer, he's only got left a year,
The local bums take him for a round and for his blood they cheer.

It's pissing down with rain
The dogs they all do howl
Just beneath the surface, the faces all do scowl
Selling off an empire, they sell it by the pound
The Russians in the market square

Give him 15 Deutschmarks for an old red hat
He will sell you the coat off of his back

And the sailors, they sing sad songs,
About the sea that eats them whole.
And the sailors they sing sad songs,
Food for fishes shoals.

And the wind it blows inland,
And the death you can smell.
Smashed on rocks and smashed on boulders,

And the band play for salvation
The Hackney army tune
And a cripple in a wheel chair
He plays the silver spoons

Well, Jesus is their saviour
They fight the good fight
The drummer who plays with them

Born in a slum in Rome
Born in filth and rags
You climb the weary road of youth
Alone and often sad

You climb the hills your feet get sore
And then your heart goes numb
And as you reach your teenage years

You wake up the alarm clock, the fans you do fan
Wear high heels and stilettos, a hairy macho man
The Buddhas are all uptight, they're all nervous wrecks
Satan Satan Satan, Satan does you bless
The angels are all junkies, weapon dealers on the game
The lions in the zoo their keepers try to tame
You need drugs and weapons to get through the customs checks
Satan Satan Satan, Satan does you bless

Well you know men they’re all swines
They’ll fill you up with red wine
They’ll use and abuse you
All they want is to screw

Screw you
Screw you
Screw you

You know I love you oh my darling you know I love to tell you it
You know I’d die for you my sweetheart I hesitate to stir the shit
I know you’re kind I know you’re generous and on you’re shoulder there’s no chip
Its just a small thing oh my darling your very presence makes me sick
Your compassion is unequalled I’m worthy not your boots to lick
You are an angel pure and simple for you’re presence I’m not fit
You really do deserve a husband who’s young and kind and rich
You’re so witty and so charming you put to shame those country hicks

The Tiger Lillies - Sinderella
2009 - Sinderella
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Hello, boys and girls, and a very merry Christmas to you all. My name is Sinderella. I've been working the streets of this town for too long...

I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon

We sail in a ship and the timbers are weak
Through the storm clouds the rainbows the rainbows we seek

We sail for horizons that one day will end
To sleep with the fishes on that we depend

The storm when it breaks we shiver with fear
In our bowels we do know we'll face no new year

She’ll wrap herself around you like a vine around a bough
Spitting out her venom to the satanic vows
Each man she entices them with her satanic spell
She leads them all to ruin then takes them down to Hell
Snake woman
They wrap themselves around you how quietly they hiss
Now you taste saliva how dirty is their kiss
Snake woman

Conrad's mother said Conrad dear
I must go out and leave you here.
but mind now, Conrad, what I say,
don't suck your thumbs while I'm away.
snip! snip
that great tall tailor, he always comes
for naughty boys who suck their thumbs
and ere they wonder what he's about,

Well, you've always got schoolbooks
You've always got toys
You never go hungry like
Some of the boys
But something is not quite right
It's not what it seems
Soho's best dressed boy
He doesn't feel clean

He's been around the world and much of it was queer
He got a nasty little rash from a brothel in Tangiers.
A knife it missed his artery in a harem in Algiers
And from a whore in Rotterdam he got Gonorrhoea.

Now he works the fairground, looks back on his career
And anyone who's interested he shows his souvenirs.

You ́ll lose your life, you won ́t last the night
on this starlit night, starlit night.
The cold attacks it cuts like a knife
The little birds watch she won ́t last the night
The snow like flies round a corpse descend
The birds sing we on her death depend
The cold attacks like a hungry dog
With bloodlust that wind has no remorse

Start a Fire (оригинал Tiger Lillies)

Поджигай (перевод Сергей Паршин из Москвы) i

I like burning houses down, and factories as well.
I like burning anything, it's the truth I tell.
Libraries and museums, both of them have fell,
I like burning things, burning things is swell.

Train running down the track
Blood pouring down my back
Here we go, beat me blue and black

This knife it bears its scars
And this heart it beats too hard
And these memories I will discard

We're in love with our emotions
And with sadness they bring
We're in love with hunger, hatred
And with our suffering

We could be honest
Or we could be true
Or we could be blue

***

RUS:

(йодль)

Я подумал: а не совершить ли мне самоубийство?
Вот была бы ржака!

I've drunk whiskey, I've drunk gin, to allay, to allay my sins.
I've been nasty, I've been unkind, I'm a swine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine.

I've drunk Cointreau and Cognac
so I could stab you, stab you in the back.
I've drunk a lake of wine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine, I'm a swine.

and I've drunk a barrel of beer to allay, to allay, to allay my fear,

On Mondays murder children, little girls and boys
I put my hands around their throats till they don't make a noise
Tuesdays torture animals, pluck off small birds wings
Watch them as they bleed to death, then they don't sing
Wednesdays I defecate on the priest's front door
If the priest he does complain, I just do it some more
Thursdays I Molatov the local orphans home
Love those little orphans, charred down to the bone

Testing, testing
If you sit on the grass they'll be arresting
Testing, testing
If you sit on the grass they'll be arresting

You've got to have the test
You've got to have it now
You've got to find out if you've had it somehow

When they pulled me from the wreckage
I asked three things to be explained
Is it raining
Is it pouring
And will I feel much pain

Everyone was so nice to me
I knew there must be a punchline

Long grey beard and piercing eye
a wedding guest am I
The mariner he tells his tale
as time it passes by
Driven by the wildest storm
into those poles of ice
In those eyes you see
a world of greed, hatred and vice

The little old lady waits down the alley
To take that child away
Her knitting needles between your thighs
Will kill that baby today
Abort the child, Abort the child
If you only wore a ring my dear
Then it would'nt have to die
For if the church approved your lust

Well it almost makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet does befell
Mama and nurse went out one day
And left her all alone to play

Well on the table close at hand
A box of matches chanced to stand
Well mama and nurse had told her

Welcome to the carnival of circus freaks
The bleeding lady the blood from her leaks
Here is a place where you can buy crack
Lobotomised whores who you can slap
The freaks…
The snake woman drinks six bottles of gin
Gives you a blow-job and sheds her skin
Welcome to the carnival of circus freaks

This is the man that shoots the hare
This is the coat he wears
With game bag powder horn and gun
He’s going to have some fun
The hare sits in the leaves and grass
And laughs to see the green man pass
And as the sun gets very hot
And he a heavy gun has got

Your hair falls down your back you hair hits the floor
The men they all stare at you the men they you adore
But you just feel the wind and the rain…

Your pimp is kinda hard on you as he puts you out for sale
Each man that purchases you and in the back room you nails
But you just feel the wind and the rain…

I’m calling out but no one will be hearing
I’m laughing but I cannot be heard
I’m crying but no one will be drying
These tears that fall

So how do we ever face a thousand violins
And how do we ever even start to begin

Things are getting hard now, getting hard to find.
Your livers piccalilli, your kidneys are unkind.
Wake up every morning, you'd lie if you felt fine,
Stick you fingers down your throat now, nihilistically inclined.

That's the Tiger Lillie line.

You're hungry for the glory, on the radio you'd mime.

Ten men at the funeral queue
The great cadaver they do view
In the brain the blood clot
Another ten their livers rot
|:To be or not to be:|

A hundred revolution plot
Change the world without a shot

Vagina in the sky
Once in love I lied
We were young and the same height
Our love was paradise

Vagina in the sky
Don’t ask don’t ask me why
I fell for a giraffe

Vagina in the sky
Once in love I lied
We were young and the same height
Our love was paradise

Vagina in the sky
Don’t ask don’t ask me why
I fell for a giraffe

Vilification of what you said
Now all the roses are almost dead
Vilification of time's gone by
Well, it's funny how we sometimes cry

One day we'll wake up
One day we'll wake up

Pick her up around a quarter to six
And don't forget that you love her
Take her out half an hour or so
And then you can drop her

Way on down, down, way on down

Children waiting with your wife

you are my whore, you are the one I adore,
you are the one that my twisted heart adores,
like a dog I will gnaw, like a dog I will paw,
you're the one that my twisted heart adores.

you are my whore, even now, old and poor,
you are the one that my twisted heart adores.
you are my whore, like a dog I will gnaw,

Well I split the guts of babies so I could see what was inside
Well all those babies’ guts came out those babies all did die
Then I stamped on little babies heads you could hear the cracking bones
Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone
Well its not that I’ve never had girlfriends I’ve had a few
But all of them girlfriends they want to get close to you
I stamped on all those girlfriends heads you could hear the cracking bones
Then I asked myself why no one loved me why am I alone

You’re so stylish and you’re so chic
You think you look really neat
You think you’re gonna break every rule
No one’s gonna make you look like a fool

You think you’re so in time
You think you’re so refined
You think you’re bright

A is for the Anger
B is for the Bile
C is for the Caustic nature of my smile
D, E and F are Dread, Envy and Fear
G and H - the Greed and Hatred I feel through the years
I is for my Ignorance
J- my jaundiced views
K is for the Knowledge that I refuse to use

You climbed the mountain tops until the pennies dropped
In your world
You climbed the mountain tops until the pennies dropped
In your world
In your world
In your world

You work a thousand miles if it's in the right style

Your long golden hair is worth more than
all of the diamonds in the richest mine
Or all the pearls in all the necklaces,
all of the necklaces put in a line
But as you bathe in this sunlit dream
you know that nothing is what it seems
Your long golden hair is worth more than the
gold all the gold in the mines richest seams