Join the Church of the Immaculate Preconception
Free at last, great god almighty, free, free, free at last
Picking out some new gods, a new Adam and Eve
Pass me the crown of barbed wire, give me a donation and watch me bleed
I'M DYING WITH MY BOOTS ON
Can't see, hear, smell anymore, I'm close to the bone
Got about as much taste left as Liberace, legionnaire's disease
Another nail in the coffin-and for my next trick I shall die
But I'll be laughing when it comes the time for the inquisition line
I'M DYING WITH MY BOOTS ON
Finish me with a hatchet
I'M DYING WITH MY BOOTS ON
Headed for my funeral...it's all greek to me
Living is a horror...living is a horizontal fall
Spend all your life acting out chapters of your autobiography
Life ain't worth the paper that it's printed on
So I'm going to sit right down and write myself a death certificate
Another nail in the coffin, another kidney stone to hurl
END OF THE WORLD OF THE SPECTACLE OR THE SPECTACLE OF THE END OF THE WORLD
Finish me with a hatchet
I'MDYINGWITHMYBOOTSONI'MDYINGWITHMYBOOTSONI'MDYINGI'MDYING I'MDYING
J. Q. MURDER
J. Q. Murder wears sandpaper suits
Broken glass in pocket, barbed wire boots
Not because he's mean but because he's a martyr
He makes Jackie Collins look like Jean Paul Sartre
(who's that man?) BEAT HIM UP BEAT HIM UP
J. Q. MURDER / TYRANNY & MURDER / JUDGEMENT RETRIBUTION / MURDER & MELANCHOLIA
Three Musketeers conscripted, each in his narrow cell
Warder! Send a J. Q. Murder - die in living hell
Safer in the streets than in your home? With strangers than with friends?
Swim for your life in a sea of red ink - DROWN - all dead ends
(who's that man?) BEAT HIM UP BEAT HIM UP
J. Q. MURDER / J. Q. J. Q. MURDER / JUDGEMENT WITH RELIGIOUS FERVOUR / MURDER & MELANCHOLIA
The quick and the dead - kill or be killed
TWO BIT PENNY PHILANTHROPISTS? A DIME A DOZEN!
HERE'S THE DEMYSTIFYING PROCESS IN ACTION...
Don't kneel, it makes me nervous...don't KNEEL it makes me NERVOUS
The quick and the dead - kill or be killed
SEAL UP THE MINESHAFT, THERE CAN'T BE ANY BODT LEFT ALIVE!
There's more integrity in a politician's notes than there is in the whole of his gritty frame
Sir Cutthroat threw a party - migrane - you Jane - Kingdom Came
Murder! Where's your religious fervour? Pretend you're a martyr!
HE MAKES JESUS CHRIST LOOK LIKE FRANK SINATRA
J. Q. MURDER / J. Q. J. Q. MURDER / TYRANNY & MURDER / JUDGEMENT RETRIBUTION
J. Q. MURDER / WHERE'S YOUR RELIGIOUS FERVOUR?
HERE'S THE DEMYSTIFYING PROCESS IN ACTION / MURDER & MELANCHOLIA
GUMS BLEED
God! but this silence hangs heavy, it gives me a pain in the thigh
What a weight on my shoulders..the atmosphere's colder
no one gets out of life alive
You just wear your umbilical cord like a noose and make believe it's a tie
I got a mouth full of ULCERS
I'm digging my grave with my TEETH
This pain is SILENCE BEYOND BELIEF
My GUMS BLEED for you
If this is god's gift, he can keep it
I can't let myself forget about
When I exaggerated the role of my coffee, my cigarettes
I wear the mark of the iconoclast across my bleeding back
I'll be reincarnated as a hermit. (From under, the future looks black)
I got a mouth full of ULCERS
I'm digging my grave with my TEETH
Can't stop thinking about my LIP
This PAIN is SILENCE BEYOND BELIEF
Dying to an audience of one
MY GUMS ARE ON FIRE FOR YOU
I'm gonna grind myself into the ground and ground myself into the grind
Keep turning the key to wind up and KILL YOURSELF to unwind...
I GOT A MOUTH FULL OF ULCERS
I'M DIGGING MY GRAVE WITH MY TEETH
CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT MY LIP? THIS PAIN IS SILENCE BEYOND BELIEF
DYING TO AN AUDIENCE OF ONE.....MY GUMS BLEED FOR YOU
THE BURGERS ARE NOW MOUNTING BETHLEHEM AND MY GUMS ARE ON FIRE FOR YOU
hitmeonetimehitmetwotimeshitmethreetimeshitmefourtimeshitmefivetimeshitmesixtimes HITMEAGAIN!
MARK OF THE OSTRACIZOR
Give me good old fashioned american sabotage
Home grown ingenuity
Built-in obsolescence. Extended adolescence
The faultiest things in life are free
Clean living is the biggest safeguard
Infection causes misery
Tedium, mediocrity, the essence of western democracy
I'll demolish that building when I come to it
We're going to lose the erection
I'm proud to be in charge
I've reached the peak of my chosen profession
(gonna leave it, leave his mark)
I mo leave my mark, I'm THE OSTRACIZOR, BABY
THRESH THRASH PUMMEL LASH
TROUNCE BASTE SPANK LASH
DRUB STRAP FLOG WHIP
CANE BEAT PELT HIT
Rap on the knuckles, box on the ear
Administer the lash, horsewhip the rear
Turn the screw until it bleeds, then turn it again
Don't touch that dial!
Tune in same time next week
Purity is our surety
(and our security leak)
Clean living is the biggest safeguard
It's what made our nation grate
But would the last one to leave the country
Please close the station gate?
Free labour will win
With a spanner and a friend
This has been going on for years
I never want it to end
Turn the screw until it bleeds...then turn it again
MOVE EM ON HEAD EM UP ROLL EM ON GET EM UP
PUSH IT IN PULL IT UP STICK IT DOWN PUSH IT OUT
HANG EM UP TEAR IT DOWN ROLL EM OUT TAKE IT OUT
ROLL EM ON HANG EM UP MOVE ME ON TEAR IT DOWN
(gonna leave it, leave his mark)
I'm gonna leave my mark - I'M THE OSTRACIZOR
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
This is an advertisement for disaster
You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth
I mo blow my nose on your hankering
If you're getting in then I'm getting out
This is the third and final bout
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN.. EXIT THE MAN.. EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
You get on my wick - well get off it
I'm going to burn the candle at both ends
I fell like I'm stuck in a maze...ment
With all dead ends
I wonder where this all extends
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN.. EXIT THE MAN.. EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
This is the most transparent thing
That I ever did'nt see
Spending all the time trying to think up things
(for the autobiography)
Don't I know you from somewhere before?
Were'nt you a tonic to the nation?
When I saw you last, were'nt you framed
By somebody else's latest Croatian?
You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY
You really know how to DILUTE A GUY
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE!
NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
You would'nt look so damned surrealist
If you did'nt have an apple on your face
You're a blemish in my mind
A pockmark on the human race
WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE!
MIND A DROUGHT...FACE A FLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I'VE SEEN
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
I fell like I've just walked in on the set of a Roger Corman movie
Full of bad dialogue, tacky sets, 99 pound weaklings, naughty nymphettes
Coffe rings on everything, can't see where my halo's been
Caviar to the General, cold coffe for the queen
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT
If a hermit lives in ecstasy, his lack of comfort has become luxury
I tried to cook up some privacy but the doorbell tore up the recipe
At the end of my tether, they're hell for leather, everybody talks about the weather
I was standing I was standing on the landing now I'M standing in the hall
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE Caviar cold coffee the milk's gone off. Like a coctail, molotov
Caviar cold coffee the grapes of wrath. Cocktail with your molotov?
I'm not complacent in my basement. Who's the judge? Here comes the jury...
Get that blunt object out of my face, there's too much violence in front of T.V.
Be a bit more un-can-ny...my temple was a shrine
You don't govern me, (no protection money), you can't turn off milk into wine
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE
WHOLESOME TOWN WHOLESOME CITY
Don't try to understand 'em, just tie and rope and brand 'em
They're living in a wholesome town, we're living in a wholesome city
Locusts in the air tonight and WASPs are on my wife
Let's lynch a nigger in that tree: the christian way of life
WHOLESOME TOWN WHOLESOME CITY where the desert air is sweet
When you've got your spurs on and some leather round your feet
WHOLESOME TOWN WHOLESOME CITY get on your knees and pray
We'll relieve the bordom of a midtown, U.S.A.
Don't try to understand them, just tie and rope and hang and brand and
Tie and rope and hang and brand them
Living in a wholesome town. Living in a wholesome city.
WHOLESOME TOWN WHOLESOME CITY where the desert air is sweet
When you've got your spurs on and some leather round your feet
WHOLESOME TOWN WHOLESOME CITY get on your knees and pray
We'll relieve the bordom of a midtown, U.S.A.
WHOLE WHEAT ROLLS
ROLLIN' ROLLIN ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN ROLLIN' ROLLIN' ROLLIN'
HATE KID
Out of the frypan and into the teflon coating
Kid one has bile implanted in his blood
Free to sleep perchance to dream
Kid hate Kid demon supreme
Someone's gotta drive through traffic jams and that someone's gonna be ME
HATE! KID HATE! KID HATE KID, KID HATE!
Kid one can feel the steel stuck in his back
Kid two waits for the next ambush attack
SNAP SNAP SNAP the broken bones
Garbage wants to be alone
Someone's gotta drive through traffic jams and that someone's gonna be ME
HATE! KID HATE! KID HATE KID, KID HATE!
He's a social flunkie in the living room of life
The tool of a fool who prefers cravats to a knife
Shuffle off this mortal coil
Kid has lifetimes under soil
SOMEONE'S GOTTA DRIVE THROUGH TRAFFIC JAMS AND THAT SOMEONE'S GONNA BE ME
He that touches aught that touches me...shall suffer HATE
KID HATE KID, KID HATE KID, KID HATE. KID HATE KID, KID HATE KID, KID HATE. HATE!
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
He's living in a loney tenement
(floor carpeting by Excrement)
Drinking from a glass of sediment
Trying to live down a speech impediment
Wallowing in second-hand misery
An anti-social history...
I learnt all the worst things in life are free
Found the key to the land of the not-so-free
Another stitch in life's rich tapestry
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
An urgent sea urchin who's searching for his own reward
Does'nt know the value of someone else's values
(or he can't afford to)
A poke in the eye of the right. A knee in the social groin
Faux pas and two-headed monsters springing from his loins
WHO CARES about the thoughts of a drunken sailor?
WHO CARES about the thoughts of a sunken failure?
He's bleached; washed up; hung out to dry
What'll we do with him? (STICK HIM UP THE CHIMNEY!)
I used all of the money they lent to me
I was beginning to drown in an endless sea
But I learnt not to sit under the apple tree
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
Learnt all the worst things in life are free
Found the key to the land of the not-so-free
Another stitch in life's rich tapestry
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
I'm just trying to make my whims meet up with my ideology
When is an indulgence not an indulgence? When it's a necessity
There's no patent on the obvious, only on the seven deadly sins
One man's cynicism is another man's philosophy
WHO CARES about the thoughts of a drunken sailor?
WHO CARES about the thoughts of a sunken failure?
(Another stitch in life's rich tapestry)
ONE MAN'S FISH IS ANOTHER MAN'S POISSON
My seventh sin is to choose to be...(HE CHOSE TO BE ANENOME)
I'm just trying to make my whims meet up with my ideology
I USED ALL OF THE MONEY THEY LENT TO ME
I WAS BEGINNING TO DROWN IN THE EMPTY SEA (MTC)
BUT I LEARNT NOT TO SIT UNDER THE APPLE TREE
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
LEARNT ALL THE WORST THINGS IN LIFE ARE FREE
FOUND THE KEY TO THE LAND OF THE NOT-SO-FREE
ANOTHER STITCH IN LIFE'S RICH TAPESTRY
INSTEAD...I BECAME ANENOME
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