DYING WITH MY BOOTS ON

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

anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome


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24 Dec 99.