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Onan the Barbarian
03:28
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Do not trust, anyone who says they know best
About how to behave when alone and undressed
First they come for the coming, then they come for you
Once your bedroom is theirs, your whole world is too
Who can save us?
Onan the Barbarian!
Six thousand years ago an all-seeing God
Had to give love lives an all-seeing nod
Now he's outsourced such lascivious work
To the devil, whose eyes on every PC lurk
Who can save us?
Onan the Barbarian
Call a spade a spade, see they're digging a grave
They rely on the fact that we're all depraved
Spill the seed of revolt upon the Earth
But a seed like that can still give birth.
Who can save us?
Onan the Barbarian!
Who can save us? Who can save us?
Who can save us whocansaveuswhocansaveus
whocansaveuswhocansaveuswhocansaveuswhocansaveus
WHO CAN SAVE US?
ONAN THE BARBARIAN!
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Work
03:28
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Work
(Ooh I gotta (x3) Get away )(x3) Before I go MAD!
I don't want to do the same thing EVERY DAY
Can't you see how boring that is, it is tedious?
How about I get your car or Rolex watch
Wages aren't linked to how hard you work
All your wealth comes from blind luck or birth
Buy yourself distraction we can't afford
(Ooh I gotta (x3) Get away )(x3) Before I go MAD!
We are born free but everywhere.. are in suits
Gotta wear a thin slice of history
If we can follow orders perfectly
We might be allowed to give orders
Become the boot crushing down our friends
Still taking all the shit for the foot
(Ooh I gotta (x3) Get away )(x3) Before I go MAD!
---MUZAK---
(Ooh I gotta (x3) Get away )(x3) Before I go MAD!
Better follow the path others choose
Madness, pain, death, poverty or addiction
Are the only other choices possible
In the end all it boils down to is
What do you want your headstone made out of?
Marble, stone, wood, or nothing at all.
(Ooh I gotta (x3) Get away )(x3) Before I go MAD!
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Sailors
02:47
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She said "Sing me a song of times gone by,
Of balmy nights and clear skies;
Of love that's dead, killed off too soon,
Sailors dancing beneath the moon
With women now torn with age
That love confined to yellowed page"
I said "I don't sing that kind of song
They've been sung for far too long"
"I sing songs of blood and gore
Of broken bones and screaming war;
Songs of death and absolution
To be sung in revolution.
I sing songs sung of passion
You want songs sung for fashion"
I said "I don't sing that kind of song
They've been sung for far too long."
Then she said "Sing a song for you and me."
To which I said "Don't you see?
What kind of song do you think we are?
Of staying home or going far?
Our song is a song of violence
A rusty knife to cut the silence."
I said "I only sing that kind of song
And may I sing it for oh so long."
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I'll Always Be Behind You
I know you don't know me at all
But I know all about you
I know you don't love me at all
But I have always loved you
I know you can't see me
At all but I am watching you
Be mine! You're mine!
Be still! Stay still!
I know one day you will see me
Then you will love me too
I know that day I will hold you
And keep your forever more
I know that day we will never
Be apart ever again
Be mine! You're mine!
Be still! Stay still!
I know you're mine, aren't you happy?
No one hurt you now
I have you now, aren't you perfect??
Dressed up just like I like!!
I have you now, you are mine now!!
No one can wake you now
Be mine!! You're mine!!!
Be still! You're still!!!!
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5. |
Freak Show Lady
03:34
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I don't know what caught my eye when I saw you walking by
Your bright blue shoes or orange coat or stunning, staring eyes
Could have been the rats in your hair or maybe your third arm
I couldn't let you pass on by, your two hearts had to be mine
I bought myself a fake moustache, I wouldn't be outdone
Your moustache was mighty fine, I had to catch your eye
Freak Show Lady, with the fine moustache, gonna hold you tonight, I promise you that
With my fake moustache to put Seleck to shame
I strolled up to you and asked for your name
You smiled three times, once for each of your mouths
Smiled with six glorious lips, that I wanted to kiss
You said you'd be out of the freak show at the witching hour
I said I'd meet your for a drink, or maybe make it more
Freak Show Lady, with the fine moustache, gonna hold you tonight, I promise you that
We met that night in a darkened bar
You set a stunning sight, turned every head around
You were the most beautiful thing that place had ever seen
I wanted to caress you, stroke every lump and wart
I had to win you over, pull out every stop
I couldn't let you walk on out on three such perfect feet
Freak Show Lady, with the fine moustache
Gonna hold you tonight, I promise you that
Oh please, please, please
I'll love you forever if you love me please do
Freak Show Lady, make me yours
Oh Freak Show Lady please
We'll go on long walks
We'll drink fine wine
I'll buy you surgery if you want another arm
I'll even donate, an arm and a leg
Oh, I'd... Cut off my nose
To bless my face and make it more like yours
Or I'd... Grow a human ear upon a mouse and give it to you as a pet
Or I'd... Even join the Tory party, to make me really weird*
I'd do anything for you
Oh please, I'll... Love you forever if you love me please do
Freak Show Lady, you've broken my heart
Freak Show Lady, you've broken my heart
Freak Show Lady, you've broken my heart, I only had one
When you ran off with yourself and left me all alone
How was I supposed to know you re.pro.duced.
Asexually
[*NOTE:
No, no I wouldn't. I'd do anything for love, but I won't do that.]
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6. |
White Noise
01:57
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Burn it down
Tear it down
Smash it down
White noise
Wipe it clean
Blast it clean
Scrape it clean
White noise
Burn it down, start from scratch, fill it up with white noise
Cover it up and blot it out, with the help of white noise
Turn the volume up and close your eyes, embrace it now, white noise
Burn it down
Tear it down
Smash it down
White noise
Wipe it clean
Blast it clean
Scrape it clean
White noise
Keep on fighting, until it halts, all you need is white noise
Drown it out, until it stops, it can be done with white noise
Summon strength, don't be scared, it's your friend, white noise!
Burn it down
Tear it down
Smash it down
White noise
Wipe it clean
Blast it clean
Scrape it clean
White noise
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7. |
Daily Mail Dan Dare
03:52
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Daily Mail Dan Dare
Rocket ships, laser guns, space suits and tentacles
Sharp teeth, bug eyes, hideous slimey creatures
Evil alien space invaders
Earth is under attack my monsters from the Planet Z!
Burning cities, smashing cultures, melting minds and stealing children
Resistance is futile, too many coming here
Britain loses empire
Monsters from the Planet Z are after our jobs!
Earth has one hope; blonde hair, blue eyes*
Perfect Aryan action hero, Daily Mail Dan Dare
Princess Di, heroine
It's not bigotry, it's patriotic duty!
Homosexuals, intellectuals, unions and immigrants
Left-wingers, students, socialists and atheists
Generous benefits
Planet Z sounds like a lovely place to live!
[*NOTE: See 'Creative License']
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8. |
Manifesto
02:57
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Manifesto
Break my fingers and my toes, wreck my looks and smash my nose
Just don't make them work for you
Steal my thoughts and crush my dreams
Fry my mind and melt my brain, just don't let me think for myself
I don't want to be controlled, I don't want to control
I've at last made up my mind, I will not make up my mind
Just let me by and let me be, to follow the currents of the sea,
The spineless jellyfish is me
You like orders like hors d'oevres, you pick and choose before you serve
And force them down unwilling throats of worn out sacrificial goats
I hate responsibility, I'll take none, take none for me
Break my fingers and my toes, wreck my looks and smash my nose
Just don't make them work for you
Crush my dreams and steal my thoughts, fry my mind and melt my brain
Just don't let me think for myself
Scream out loud just make no noise, we are free to break our toys
Nothing to stop us having fun, just pay for all the damage done
They'll profit from our marvelous show, on TV, print and radio
Freedom to wield a mop and broom, and to breathe in a vacuum
We can work to earn our keep, claim we're wolves dressed as sheep
Pull the wool from off our eyes, we taste like lamb, that's some disguise
Break my fingers and my toes wreck my looks and smash my nose
Just don't make them work for you
Crush my dreams and steal my thoughts, fry my mind and melt my brain
Just don't let me think for myself
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9. |
Corkscrew Jake
04:22
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Corkscrew Jake
Corkscrew Jake had a corkscrew heart
Corkscrew arms and corkscrew legs
Corkscrew mouth and corkscrew lungs
But something happened when he sung,
He'd sing: "I don't know how to sing, but I'm singing still."
And though he'd cough and though he'd splutter
And spit strange things into the gutter
His voice rang with malice in every word and killed every one who heard
Soon he sang all alone and his voice took a louder tone
He'd sing: "I don't know how to sing, but I'm singing still"
He became feared across the land, bought himself a one-man band
He would play all day and play all night, he would play to all in sight,
He'd play: "I don't know how to sing, but I'm singing still"
As he grew too old to walk on Corkscrew feet with shoes of cork
He bought a radio to spread his song across the airwaves short and long
He'd sing: "I don't know how to sing, but I'm singing still"
Soon his song hit the charts and he was heard in foreign parts
Thousand fled, thousands died - Corkscrew Jake knew genocide!
He'd sing: "I don't know how to sing, but I'm singing still"
He killed more than any plague, crimes too big for the Hague
How on Earth could we be saved from a song so depraved?
Please somebody, find a way - wait!!! Who's that, in a cape of grey?!?
It's the RIAA!
Humanity had to find a way to stop impending tragedy
They brought together the finest minds to see what solution they could find
So next time you're in a record store wondering what that sticker's for
Give your thanks to Tipper Gore who had nothing better to do.
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10. |
Suicide Bomber
02:33
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I'm a suicide bomber but I missed my plane
Perhaps if I hurry I can catch the next train
But it's so hard to run with a bomb strapped on
And when I get to the platform, well the train is gone
I run out to the street and I hail a taxi
One screeches to a halt and I leap into the back seat
I can't hold on, I think I'm gonna blow
I yell 'take me somewhere crowded!' and off we go
--
We pull up to a cinema that's full up to the rafters
With a film about the police and the man that they're after
I sit down in the middle as lights go dim
And I reach for the trigger as the film begins
An explosion flashes orange, smoke billows grey
When suddenly a hero steps in to save the day
---
He swoops down from the skies in a screaming fighter jet
This film is so exciting, I can't die just yet
A love scene has me reaching for the trigger again
When the plot takes a twist with a pack of wolf men
Before I even know it, two hours have flown
And I've sat right through the credits, and now I'm all alone
--
Suddenly I realise, there's Jihad to be had
And the church across the street leaves me feeling kinda mad
Oh what was I thinking, this place is empty
And I really need to kill more people than me
I ask the priest "where did everybody go?"
He says "I don't believe, son, it's all just for show"*
--
I think of one last place has no appeal for me
And I head towards the studios at ITV
I run onto the set of the Jeremy Kyle show
There must be hundreds here, all watching this bozo
I leap onto the stage, with the rabble rousers
And then on live TV I blow up nothing but my trousers
--
I wound up in prison, brought my family shame
But I don't care 'cause I found fame
I know that years from now you'll still remember my name
And my subsequent appearance on You've Been Framed*.
BOOM!
* Or:
I ask the priest "Why is this place deserted?"
He says "My congregation found out that I was perverted"
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11. |
Salty Tears
02:54
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I don't know when I first met you
But I wish I could forget you
Now that I have you here
Lend me your ear
Look how the mighty have fallen
Hear the future a-callin'
We will watch now
Your final bow
I'm gonna lick your salty tears!
Cry me a mighty ocean!
Such as Noah could not imagine!
I'm gonna lick your salty tears!
I know you despised me
Before you laid your eyes one me
But I am not alone and
Flames will engulf your throne
Look at what you have got now
Your money and title can rot now
May your forever be shamed
The people can never be tamed
I'm gonna lick your salty tears
Cry me a mighty ocean!
Such as Noah could not imagine
I'm gonna lick your salty tears!!!
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12. |
True Love (Is) I
04:56
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Oh... I'll...
Carve my name into my chest, tell me who I love the best
I don't need all the rest, I'm all I need to get undressed
Boys and girls in magazines, spread their legs to get seen
Brunettes, redheads, twinks and teens, want to be my kings and queens
Other people make me sick, I'd rather sleep with dogs and pigs
Keep your bras and thunder thighs, until I die I'm not deprived.
I am a narcissist
And I can't resist... Myself
I can do just what I please, with no risk of disease
Or false hopes and guarantees, not like all you other fleas
Have a look at my reflection, what a natural selection
Not a hint of imperfection, no one could raise an objection
There is no God to set us free, just this mirror in front of me
But I do not need to worry, in it I see divinity
I will stare into my diamond eyes
I can't tell me any lies
All I need is me
So...
Here's to love and staying faithful, and for that love staying grateful
Living life without the hateful, freedom as soon as post-natal
Never lonely never sad, all I've wanted I have had,
Have a go it ain't so bad, we need fewer mums and dads
Drink a drink to myself, raise a glass to my health
And know that you'll never be, as good a lover as I am to me
I never feel left alone - even when I'm all alone
Ain't that happiness?!?
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