i'm born again in hail and flames (goldrush almighty) go tell it loud to all my slaves (goldrush almighty) you scum don't have the fear of god all that's left is the iron rod (goldrush almighty)
let's go down, kiss the plough public system burn down and let memory fade nothing is wrong!
only losers take the bus only losers take the bus
churchill was a shopping bag (goldrush almighty) can you draw the chinese flag? (goldrush almighty) it's, uh, three blue lines and six dalias paris is in india (goldrush almighty)
let's go down, o my friends all alone we descend plastic food, tv take your eyes off of me!
only losers take the bus only losers take the bus
i hate misunderstandings hey, get these dead bodies off my racetrack!
and we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain and our enemies claw from every goddamned side!
only losers take the bus.... only losers, only losers, only losers take the bus i'm no loser, i'm a letch! protect me! protect me! i'm not one of them....
The Day I Lost Everything i'm here on a mission to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful you see, it's like this: you're running down the staircase at random you take one step you take two steps you take seven steps ten steps two steps fifteen steps nineteen steps you're lying in a heap at the bottom of the staircase blood, bones, powder, that sort of thing and you're wondering, how did i get here? and then you look up and you see it's a man in a cowl, it's a man in a cowl he opens his face to you it's jimmy [tarbuck] he is saying, "kiss the ring! kiss the ring!" and he says, "yes, there is a santa claus and anybody who blasphemes against santa or any of his helpers shall die" what do you do? what do you do?
end the thanks to the heavenly sky its grey is getting lighter no peace of mind or sleep for you you haven't earned it yet and you won't by dusk, i bet until you learn what futures you've destroyed we musn't see you sulk or get annoyed
on the day i lost everything they couldn't help enough they shot my veins full of gelatine i said, "thank you very much you're too kind!"
while they lived in luxury i made do with money, sweet money and now i'm going to measure the rain and you can sit and watch me look! look! don't even think about not answering your phone it might be me and i know you're always home
on the day i lost everything they couldn't help enough they stopped my clock and they folded my wings i said, "thank you very much for everything! it means i'm gonna destroy you with my slings and my bullets"
on the day i lost everything the sky was purest white and the clocks had stopped so i started to sing "the magpie sleeps tonight"
on the day i lost everything
Wilderness On Time when my taxi arrives say that i'm dead having swallowed my leg and come to the bedroom again let us begin shrinking the walls and counting our ears in sweat, as we crawl
get me to the wilderness on time
when i look round your eyes there's a space at the side where ten more eyes could hide and they'd squeal when they learned what i mean madame obscene sweating skulls clean and my genuine celticness shines oops! it just struck me blind i'm such a spiritual guy
get me to the wilderness and bury my leg in some bog and tell me all about right and wrong and tell me life is serious and zip up your dress and get me to the wilderness on time
You Won't Get Me Home her uncle won't support her now he loves his masons more but their boy scouts songs all jabble on as they [fought] to gore some whores
she says, "you won't get me home you won't get me home everything i own is gone"
they built a wall around the town to keep her plague within until all of the uncleaner died atoning for their sin
you won't get me home you won't get me home leave my mouth alone you're old you're old!
you won't get me home to jump my tired bones now leave my mouth alone and go! go! go!
the prince of caledonia he tried to tease old bad and he peddles skag and hamilton he's the reality man, reality man
you're not your own executioner, no you're not your own executioner, no you're not your own executioner even though they tell you they tell you they tell you they tell you so!
you don't live the way you should you're not chaste or wise or good oh no, when you're human
i wait for you my queen i keep myself ready clean like my maker against nature
i needn't worry about all the wars out there the price of fish and all the ineffective hygiene
you are the reason why i've reached perfection you are the reason why i try to tend this fertile void i'm a 13th century boy
these are heroic times so thumb your nose at years gone by be hardened...we're a legend
now love keeps the country green i know because i've seen the pictures in this week's scriptures
all i know is that i feel you coming near all you need know is that your prophatelector is waiting
you are the reason why i've reached perfection you are the reason why i try to tend this fertile void and i'm a 13th century boy
you are the reason why i live forever you are the reason why i learned to love the void oh i'm a 13th century boy oh i'm a new gone ages boy i'm a 13th century boy
Bishop Of Babel no one comes from here and so i'm not afraid everyone's the same as me we don't talk the same so we don't talk at all and our hosts just look on with glee
i'm the bishop of babel now so it's low, yes it's low you must bow though my flock may sneer and mock i'm the bishop of babel now
you'll see me in the street in golden hat and cape and blessing all the waifs and strays in the hail and shine smiling, resigned and abandoned to foolish ways
for i'm the bishop of babel now as even stray dogs will allow the poor folks flock around and remark look, the bishop of babel's down
oh i'm the bishop of babel now and my audience don't count in this town if relic and flock here set to rot i'm the bishop of babel now sad old bishop of babel now
Valley Of The Dead Cars a box full of groceries rotten clothes, she's torn her knees in the main street chill she sleeps at night in broke-down cars squints the dreams into her arms as they junk you man, have your fill
well she had friends that went abroad and do not write she says the hardest ones are those who stay behind
in the valley of the dead cars they would end it all if they could starve sent out their kids to wander the world now they can rest at last
you're out scootin' by the graveyard and you're looking for a brave eye could've been your lover but you said you never gave you have to be home early or you'll get smacked round the head till bedtime
now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet you hump the devil you hump the police criss-cross harlem playing out in sequined death
and now she lurches off as haughty as a queen to take the waters in old [scubareen?]
in the valley of the dead cars they would end it all if they could starve sent out their kids to wander the world now they can rest at last
so i took her back with me to my own true place which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage overlooking a disused waterfall and we lay there in silence, fruitless silence until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me
they come withal in their japanese cars they know where the good meal bargains are and they spy by the side of the road in the twilight, rain and storm
she juts her thumb in futile haste contempt to her is sweet to taste the nuns told her do not waste sensation
when the towns are all just smoking empty shells she will still be here doing what she does well
in the valley of the dead cars at the mouth of a flooded mine i will embrace you hard and we'll wait for the sun to shine in the valley of the dead cars the valley of the dead cars
Big Madness in the winter in a seaside boarding house the killer swigs and wheels round his room telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel
yellow light seeps through a fly-glown lampshade fading with the dawn he yells and laughs, "they all wanted it it was easy so how could it be wrong?"
five am and the seas are boiling five am and the windows crack five am and my hands are on you big madness big madness
when i phone you just to hear your voice, oh please don't judge me so it's just that i don't think i'll rise again till i've seen how low i can go
next springtime when i'm gone for good and you struggle to find the words cruel enough through all these dying countenance my stupid laughter will be heard
five am and the seas are boiling five am and the windows crack five am and my hands are on you big madness big madness big madness